Page 25 of Tice's Kind of Trouble
A wicked grin replaces my shocked expression. “You should see Tice’s bedroom.”
We share a laugh, but then I get an awful vision the men fist-fighting outside the front door.
“You think they’re going to break anything?” I ask, nerves making me twist in my seat.
“Nah. They’ve got a bro code, and from what I can tell, you’re happy. And that’s all they really both want.”
“I hope.”
A loud crash makes us both jump up and take off for the door.
SIXTEEN
Tice
Frowning, Bethany leans in, dabbing antiseptic on my eyebrow. “I can’t believe he blacked your eye.”
When I pull her between my knees she scolds me. “Tice, I’m trying to clean you up.”
“I’d rather you get me dirty.” When I push up the hem of her shirt and skim my knuckles up a line from her belly-button to the delicate spot between her breasts, Bethany drops the gauze she was using on the practically non-existent scrape.
“Sorry, did I distract you?”
“Mm…hm, you know exactly what you’re doing.” She threads those delicate fingers into my hair as I watch our reflection in the glass enclosure of the shower.
“I can’t think straight when you touch me,” she murmurs.
“Good.” I plant a kiss on her collarbone. “Because you don’t need to think to feel.”
She makes a throaty sound, then laughs. “I like how my brain turns off when I’m with you.”
As I unfasten her pants, her eyes drop, the pink tip of her tongue skating over her lips. Wetting them, making my throat go dry. Jesus, I love her mouth.
She clings to me as I drag both her pants and panties down, knocking them free from her ankles.
With an appreciative growl, I brace my hands around her hips and lift her, so she’s straddling me on the chair next to the marble bathroom vanity. “Ride me like you stole me, sweetheart.”
“Oh,” she giggles. “This is different.”
“Yep. This way I get to kiss you while I fuck you. And…” I grip her ass, rocking that sacred place against my the erection I’m growing painfully inside of my pants. “My hands are free for other kinds of fun.”
Her head dips, her brow pressing against my temple. The tempo of her breathing changing, her body naturally rocking against me.
“We have to be quiet.”
“Fuck quiet.”
She chuffs, as she rocks her brow back and forth against me. “I don’t want my brother and his girlfriend hearing me?—”
“Screaming my name.” I bite the cord of her neck, just hard enough to make her gasp. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Kane and I sorted our problem out.”
“By punching each other.”
Bethany’s not wrong. We did punch each other. Said a few ‘fuck yous’ and get to the bottom of the shit Kane wanted to bring to my door.
And then I told him I had planned to take Bethany out for months and wanted to marry his baby sister and keep her safe for the rest of her life.Period.
That had a way of shutting the big bastard up.
