Page 76 of Hooking Up
She's still upset.
It can't all be Dean.
But what the hell is it?
She looks up at me. "Done."
"I'll have to make it up to you somehow."
Her blush is slight. "You will." She moves closer.
I slide my arm around her waist. Press my palm into her lower back. "Come here."
She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
My other hand goes to her hair. I hold her head against mine as I slide my tongue into her mouth.
Her fingers curl into my skin.
She jumps backward as a honking horn cuts through the air.
That's Brendon's car parked on the other side of the street. He's standing in front of the driver's seat shaking his head. Dean's leaning over the center console, his hand on the steering wheel, his eyes on me and Iris.
Fucking asshole.
Usually, I don't mind Dean's antics. They're pretty entertaining. But right now, I don't have energy for this shit. I'm spending all of it keeping Sabrina out of my thoughts.
Iris pulls her arms over her chest. Taps the sunscreen against her hip.
Brendon shoots me awhat's wrong with himlook.
I shrug. Hell if I know.
Dean steps out of the car. "Didn't realize we were heading to the gun show." He pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it on the passenger seat.
"Your sweat isn't stinking up my car," Brendon says.
"There's no sweat. I just put it on." He motions to the garment. "Smell it."
"No thanks." Brendon moves around the car to push the passenger door closed. He clicks the electronic lock. "You two ready?"
"Yeah." I slide my arm around Iris's waist. Fuck, I'm being an obnoxious caveman about protecting my woman and she isn't even mine.
She leans in a little closer. "You look good, Dean." She unpeels her arms from her chest and offers him her sunscreen. "You need some of this?"
"Yeah. Sure. Toss it over," he says.
She does. It lands three feet to his left.
Iris laughs. "Sorry. No hand-eye coordination."
"It's cool." He bends to pick it up. Undoes the cap. Squeezes it into his hand. "Fuck knows there's shit I'm not good at."
"A long list," Brendon agrees.
Dean moves onto the trail, spreading sunscreen as he walks. He's making a show of it. It's the kind of thing he does when women are around.Look at my bod.
But he knows Iris and I have an arrangement.
