Page 87 of Crew Princess
“Come down after that. Something serious happened with Monica. You need to know about it.”
Oh, dear. Monica. I was quaking in my boots.
I turned at the same time Heather was leaving the bedroom. She stopped, cocked her head to the side, and narrowed her eyes. “Nice jacket.”
My smile was stiff. “Yeah.”
She eyed my shirt too. “And tank top.”
“Thanks.”
She was looking at my jeans as we passed each other.
“Those are mine.”
She nodded. “I gathered, but I’m also asking myself, why don’t I have a pair as well?” She fixed me with a look. “Is this going to be a problem? Sharing clothes?”
“Not unless you start sharing mine.”
She grunted. “Touché, little Monroe. Touché.”
Heather moved past me, giving Zellman and Jordan the sign of the horns, bobbing her head with the music.
“Hey! Yeah!”
Jordan set off on a drum solo as Zellman threw up his own sign of the horns to Heather. Then he was back to playing right alongside Jordan.
Heather grinned at them, snagging a bottle of rum before slipping outside to the patio.
I was just putting my dress in the closet when a soft knock sounded on my door. It opened, and Cross slipped inside. His eyes warmed, seeing me. He came right over, his hand sliding around my waist. “Hey.” He moved in, and his mouth was on mine.
I could taste the rum. Pleasure and warmth filled me, and I swear, my toes curled. So cheesy, but it was the truth. I wasn’t prepared for this kiss.
“Hmmm. Whoa.” I pulled back. “Where’d that come from?”
He shifted, pulling me firmly against him.
I grinned, feeling him. “Oh. There.”
He laughed, nipping at my lips again. “Yeah. There.” His mouth moved over mine, demanding, hot. “I want you.”
I was tempted. And I shouldn’t have been. There was a full house, literally, but Cross pressed me into the closet, his mouth growing commanding, andfuuuuck. His hand slid inside my jeans, finding exactly where I was throbbing, and my mind started to shut off.
Then the doorknob rattled.
“He—what?”
Taz. She pounded against the door. “Bren? Bren! Are you in there?”
Cross cursed, his mouth ripping away. “Shit. Sorry. I’m…” He grinned, a little sheepish. “Feels weird to say this, but we were sneaking booze in our drinks.”
“Right.” I said dryly. “’Cause I’m sure my brother was clueless.”
He shrugged, dipping his forehead to rest on my shoulder. His hand smoothed over my stomach, pulling out from my jeans. “It’s a copacetic relationship. He didn’t ask, I didn’t volunteer. There you go.”
“Bren!” The entire door was rattling now. “Are you in there?”
I sighed, pulling out of her brother’s arms. “I’m here. A little busy right now.”
