Page 124 of Commander in Briefs

I cut him a look that sayswho cares, she’s a whore.

He laughs and continues with an air of nonchalance and a shrug. “Anyway, she signed him over and I signed her boobs. Deal complete.”

My mouth falls open. Seriously. That heifer asked my man to sign her boobs? Her boobs, in marker that will eventually wash off? Not even something she could sell on eBay? What an idiot.

“She asked you to sign her boobs?” I ask for confirmation, disbelief clouding my senses.

He puts the key in the ignition, turning over the car. It purrs to life under us.

“Yup.”

Shaking my head, I lean back and buckle my seatbelt, laughing. “You are such a slut, Von Bremen.”

We creep down the driveway to the farmhouse, careful not to jar Killer. Theo drove like a granny the whole way, insisting that Killer’s nails would scratch the leather even with her on top of four blankets. I didn’t argue. I just let him get flipped off and cussed at more times than I could count.

“Finally,” I groan. “I think your driving gave me a gray hair.” I finger a few strands for added effect.

Theo’s mouth turns down into a scowl as he stops in front of the porch. Gah. I really should paint it, it’s starting to resemble something haunted.

“Shut up. And get this flea bag out of my car.”

I feel a smile tug at my lips. He doesn’t mean it. In fact, I think he kind of likes the “flea bag.”

Leaning over, I kiss him lightly on the cheek. “Thank you, Teddy. You are the bestest friend a girl could ever have.”

Then, I lick his cheek. Totally immature, I know, but it’s just how we roll.

He shoves me off, wiping my slobber from his face.

“What? I thought you liked me wet?”

He frowns, not laughing at my joke like I intended. “Ans,” he breathes out, “we’re still more than just friends, right?” He seems nervous asking me this. Crazy, right?

Realizing he needs reassurance that we are not slipping back into our old habits, I lean over, take his smooth cheeks in my hands and whisper, “Yes, Theo. You are more than my friend.”

I get closer, my lips lightly touch his. Slowly, I brush my lips over his mouth, pressing firmly when he leans in, burying his hands in my hair. Mouth open, my tongue slips between his soft lips, twisting and tasting every inch of him. Even the damn minty gum in the corner of his mouth.

I tug him closer, pulling up for air. “You are my everything.”

My confession is whispered into his awaiting mouth before he crushes me to himself. He takes my shock as an open invitation, kissing me with everything he has, repeating the declaration, “My fucking everything. My fucking girl.”

My lips are bruised and swollen by the time we let up. My arms locked in his strong hands, hip jammed into the console. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt better than this moment. Breathing heavily, we get ourselves back under control.

Theo’s chest is still heaving, his face red, his lips puffy. He’s beautiful. I know you aren’t supposed to say guys are beautiful but that is exactly what he is. Beautiful.

When he feels me staring, he cuts his eyes to me and gives a playful smile. “You’re gonna marry me, McCallister. If I have to drag you down the aisle kicking and screaming. You will marry me.”

My jaw drops as he laughs, hopping out of the car.

“Get the dog, Ans. I don’t have all day.”

And the moment is over.

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