Page 224 of Dream Girl
“Sleep with him already, I know you want to.” He laughed.
Oh, I did. I planned on it. We hadn’t actually slept together yet. There had been lots of kissing and cuddling since he’d given me the motorcycle last week.
“I sort of like this whole proper gentleman old-fashioned taking-his-sweet-time thing he’s doing.” My head ducked as I grinned, wondering what it would be like to slide down on his knot.
“Stop with the lust. Or I’m going to toss you in the back seat.” Evan play-shoved me as he turned the corner.
“Sorry, not sorry.” I stuck out my tongue at him.
Evan, Wes, and I had been feeling each other more and more. It was reassuring, not intrusive. Teasing Evan with sexy feelings was half the fun.
We went into the house. In the kitchen, Jett, Riley, and Brennan were making dinner. Which was an adorable sight.
My family. This wasmy family.
And I couldn’t be happier.
“You’re all packed and set?” Evan put his arm around Riley’s waist. She was going off to the Pacific Northwest, where her oldest sister was dean of a school. Their other sister, who was in nursing school, was joining them and they had a lot of fun things planned.
“Yep. All packed.” She looked at her phone. “Wow. Look at Rose go. This is part of the dance team’s routine for the talent show.”
I watched the clip where Rose did a complex combination into an aerial flip, and another of a perfect arabesque.
“She’s so good. Is this something we can go to? We should support her.” Especially because she took the whole thing with her uncle trying to break into her school–and shoot Evan–hard. None of this was her fault, and I hoped it was all resolved soon.
“We can,” Evan told me. “The Finchley talent show is always a good time.”
“Evan, please set the table,” Jett asked as he went to the fridge.
“Grace, Kari Jaroff is going to be performing a night of Volkov for charity at the Performing Arts Center next month. Would you like to attend with me?” Brennan asked, giving my arm a light touch. “You know, so you can hear how it’s played properly.” He grinned.
“I’d love that. It sounds fun.” I had no idea who the performer was, but why not? It was nice of him to think of me.
I went upstairs. Before I could reach the third floor, arms wrapped around my waist, and I leaned into Spencer.
“Hi.” I tilted my head up, inhaling his leather goodness. Yeah, I was going to hit that sometime this week.
He planted a light kiss on my nose. “Deb is very impressed with you.”
“I’m so glad.” I’d been nervous about meeting with the head of special projects.
“I’m looking forward to this coming week.” He pressed me to him, and I melted into his arms.
“Me, too.” I leaned up to kiss him again. “I’m going to put my bag away.” And trade out the big, clunky removable walking cast for the smaller one I wore around the house.
In my room, I traded out the cast, then went over the list of what I needed for the week one last time. Evan and Wes had gotten me a couple of new things for the trip–and I’d gotten new clothes for my job. I couldn’t wait to use the math messenger bag Evan had gotten me for my birthday.
Wes stood in the doorway. “I’m so happy that you’re coming with us.”
Lots of love and reassurance came through the bond. I went over to him and threw myself into his arms, careful of my braced wrist.
“Wes, I’m nervous.” I closed my eyes and grounded myself in his heartbeat. “At the same time, I appreciate how far we’ve all come.”
I was also very curious and had let Evan tell me some of his fantasies.
The one where I was the filling between him and Jett seemed doable. Especially if we were all high on pheromones.
“If you end up deciding to wait until it’s almost done, that’s fine, too. Your entertaining Evan means I might be able to sneak away for a shower.” Wes kissed the top of my head.
