“You run every day?”
“When I can, yeah.” Holy hell, is that my voice coming out all airy and breathless? I’m going to need to bitch-slap the floozy right out of me if she keeps this up.
As soon as I’m within reach, his hands slide around my waist and yank me to him. He kisses me hard, showing no mercy at all, and I fucking love it.
“We gotta stop before I spread you out on the table and eat you for breakfast.”
“I’m okay with that.”
“I’m not! Begone, demons!” Nevaeh shouts, making me sigh and G laugh.
“If I’d known you’d be such a beaver-impeder, I never would have asked you to move in,” I yell back.
“Beaver-impeder? What the fuck’s that?”
“Cock-blocking for the coochie crew.”
He looks at me like the English language has finally let him down.
I tap his chest. “Stick with me, kid. I’ll teach you everything I know.”
“Can you teach him your slut moves outside the RV?” Nevaeh shouts.
I hold up a finger to G. “Give me a minute to get showered and changed. You can watch TV or, I don’t know, just sit there and look manly.”
Spinning away from him, I head into the bedroom and stalk over to the bed where Nevaeh’s lying, her arm thrown over her face like a Victorian lady in need of smelling salts to calm her nerves. I jump on top of her, making her grunt as the air whooshes out of her lungs.
“Get off me,” she gasps.
My sweet friend is a total bitch before nine a.m., especially if she hasn’t had coffee. I’m surprised she wasn’t snarling and threatening to bite G’s face off when I showed up.
“I’m just saying goodbye to my BFF.” I give her an evil grin before I grab her arms and pin them above her head with one hand. Once she’s immobilized, I shove my armpit in her face.
“Get off me, you psycho,” she screams as she bucks and twists, but I’m bigger and stronger than her.
“You gonna be nice to me?”
“Fine, yes. Just get the hell off me.”
“I love mornings.” I hear a rumble from the doorway.
We both look over to find G watching us.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just gonna stand here and look manly.”
I look down at Nevaeh and give her a grin. She rolls her eyes but nods. I let go of her hands, which she drops to my hips as I move to straddle her.
“So, you came to watch the show, huh?” I tease him as Nevaeh slides her hands up to cup my ass.
I lean down and press my lips to hers, both of us barely holding back our laughter.
“Holy fucking shit. I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
I can’t help it—I start laughing. Nevaeh slaps my ass, making G groan.
“Shit, fuck. I’m gonna go wait out here. I need to sit down. Or lie down,” he mumbles, walking away.
I roll off Pippin, and we both dissolve into fits of giggles.