Page 26 of Sweet Wicked Vows

Something that was to be appreciated if gotten the chance to witness it.

“Evie.” Flynn’s lips turned downward. “You realize you’re, um… you’re not wearing any trousers.”

In my forcibly awoken state, I’d left the bedroom with nothing on but a jumper and my underwear. Not a nice pair, but the pair that was the most comfortable to sleep in and had as much sex appeal as a toothache.

Heat scorched my cheeks, especially as Jaxon’s gaze slowly trickled down my naked legs. His nostrils flared and jaw twitched.

Was that desire I spied in those whiskey stormed eyes?Impossible.

“What are you doing here at this time of the morning, anyway?” I asked.

“Saunders was dropping Poppy and Bell over. I thought I’d tag along,” Flynn said.

“Since when did you manage to drag yourself out of bed before lunchtime?” I crossed my arms. “I don’t think you’ve been awake this early since you were a baby.”

Flynn reluctantly pulled himself away from admiring the bike and made his way into the house. The faint stench of cheap perfume and vodka assaulted my senses. Up close, he was clammy and pale. His eyes were bloodshot and purple-ringed.

And sure as shit, there was a hickey blooming to life on the side of his throat.

He’d been out all night.

“You got any coffee? Or better yet, the stuff to make a Bloody Mary?” Flynn asked, already vanishing into the kitchen.

“Excusez-moiif I woke you,” Jaxon said. “The bike wasn’t due to arrive for another couple days.” He stopped in front of me, his aftershave chasing away the hints of my brother’s late night. “If you’d like, I can escort you back to your room. Maybe help you find some clothes?”

The heat of his gaze returned to my legs, my skin burning with each passing second. I resisted shying away from him.

“You do realize what time it is?” Why was I breathless all of a sudden? “People are trying to sleep.”

“It’s Friday morning. People have work to go to. Think of me as their personal alarm clock.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You are such a jackass.”

“I take it that you’re not a morning person,non?”

“Not when I’ve been awoken by some obnoxious moron.”

A hint of a smirk tugged on the corner of his lips.

“And where do you plan on keeping that thing?” I nodded to the bike. “You can’t just leave it out on the street, and there isn’t a hope in hell it’s coming into this house.”

“Why not? I was hoping we could go for a little ride together.” He picked an invisible piece of lint from his crisp black shirt. Two top buttons were open, revealing his toned inked chest.“The vibrations on a bike are known to work wonders on uptight women.”

“Are you calling me uptight?”

He said nothing, but his smirk spoke volumes.

I balled my hands into fists. Whatever it took to stop my knuckles colliding with his stupid-cocky-handsome face. Why was I letting him get under my skin so damn bad?

He chuckled lowly. “Don’t fret your pretty head. Someone will be coming to lift it and take it to a private garage this afternoon.”

I swore he inhaled sharply when I turned my back to him and stormed off to the kitchen. I didn’t have to look behind to know he prowled behind, his darkness creeping forward and threatening to wrap itself around me and pull me back to him.

In the kitchen, Poppy was busy unpacking bags of food. Flynn lounged at the table, nursing a cup of coffee, and appearing seconds away from falling asleep, sitting upright.

“Morning,” Poppy grinned. “You’re up extra early today. That’s not like you.”

I grumbled under my breath, grabbing the coffee out of my brother’s hand and taking a much-needed mouthful.

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