Page 36 of Never Enough

She’s adorable when she pouts.

He stood up, careful to cradle the injured foot, and set it on the seat of his chair. Once inside the walls of her bedroom, the soft glow of a ceramic lamp lit the bedside table, allowing him just enough light to see the furniture. He went to the dresser and began opening drawers.

The first drawer revealed very utilitarian undergarments. Then he thought about the practicality of the items.

Probably very uncomfortable to crawl through small spaces wearing a string up your ass crack.

“Underwear is overrated anyway,” he muttered to himself as he closed the drawer.

“Are you pawing through her panties?” Kash’s voice came over his earbuds.

“No, I’m not pawing through them,” Sawyer replied.

“Sounds like you are,” his brother grumbled.

“Jealous?” Sawyer smiled.

Opening the second drawer, he found a few long-sleeved shirts and leggings, all black.

“Single-minded little kitten, isn’t she?”

“What?” Kash asked. “What did you find?”

“Nothing to get excited about. They’re clearly her work clothes. All black, totally body-covering, and meant for hiding in the darkness.”

He closed the drawer and opened the third one, where he found two pairs of jeans and a couple of tops that would allow her to blend in with the tourists visiting the town during the daytime.

The fourth and final drawer revealed several too-large T-shirts and flannel pajama bottoms.

“A-ha!” he exclaimed softly. “Her bedtime clothes. Not very adventurous, is she?”

“Sawyer, you’re killing me,” Kash groaned.

“Relax, big bro. She dresses like a teenage boy. Very punk and grunge, actually.”

“Does she look like a teenage boy?”

Sawyer snorted. “Fuck, no! Four foot ten, a hundred pounds maybe, and all waifish cuteness. She’s got a few tats that I haven’t seen up close, and she’s pierced. Mop of springy blonde curls that would make Shirley Temple envious, vivid blue eyes. Like a smokin’ hot Tinkerbell.” He adjusted his growing hard-on.

Kash snorted. “Totally not your type.”

Sawyer let the comment pass.

“She doesn’t sound impressed by you.”

“She’s a hissy little kitten. She’ll come around,” Nemo assured him.

“We don’t have time for you to get your dick wet.”

“There’s always time for that, bro. Besides, I need to lie low for a few hours, so I need something to do.”

A quick tap to his earbud muted him from his brother. He needed to be able to hear Kash if things got dicey. However, if things proceeded as Sawyer hoped, there was no need for his brother to hear them. From the second she’d fallen into his arms, and he’d seen those wide, sparkly blue eyes, he knew he’d be trying to get some sexy time in with the little cat burglar. The sass coming out of her mouth only confirmed it. The girls who were willing to go toe-to-toe with him and refuse to put up with his shit were always the hottest.

He pulled out a Bow Wow Wow T-shirt and a pair of green and black sleep pants. Sliding the drawer closed, he went back out to the main room. “Okay, tiny. Let’s get you into something more comfortable.”

She rolled her eyes as she took the clothing from him. “I’m totally capable of changing my own clothes.”

“Well, get to it then.”

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