Page 62 of When You Blush
“We knew our schedules would be tough, and your job is important.”
“Priorities are … expanding.” He kisses my forehead. “Come on. Let’s get your stuff so I can get you home.”
He opens the car for me, and within minutes, we’re headed out of town toward Xander’s house. Xander happens to be in the living room when we walk inside.
“You’re home early—oh.Let me guess, you won’t be staying?”
“I’m going to have wild and crazy sex with Blake for the next couple of days,” I inform him. “If all goes as planned, I won’t be able to walk right when it’s time to go back to work.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Xander spits out as Blake covers a laugh behind his hand. “Don’t say shit like that.”
“I’m agrown-up, Xander Hendrix. I don’t know why you’ve suddenly forgotten that, but it’s true.” I shrug at him, then turn to Blake. “I’ll bedown in five.”
“Take your time,” he assures me. “There’s no rush.”
As I jog up the stairs, I hear Xander run his mouth. However, I’m surprised when it doesn’t sound like he’s giving Blake a hard time.
“Sisters are the bane of my existence,” Xander says.
“I get it. I have one,” Blake replies.
I don’t hear anything else because I rush to my room to pack an overnight bag with enough stuff for two days of clothes, underwear, and toiletries.
When I return, the men are actually laughing.
“Whoa. Did you two sign a peace treaty or something?”
“Or something.” Xander tugs on my hair. “Be safe.”
“He’ll wrap it before he taps it.”
Blake snorts, but Xander’s face turns mutinous. “For the love of God, Harps.”
“I’m just teasing you.” I laugh and give him a one-armed hug as Blake opens the front door and waits for me. “We don’t use condoms. Have a good night!”
Xander’s swearing up a blue streak as I laugh and hurry to Blake’s car.
“I can’t help it. He’s just too much fun to harass.”
Blake’s still laughing when he gets in the driver’s seat. “I think he’s going to need therapy after that.”
“He needs therapy for a lot of things. I’m happy to add topics for him. He’ll get his money’s worth.”
Blake leans over and kisses my cheek. “Let’s go home, sugar.”
“Let’s do it.”
Chapter Fifteen
BLAKE
She sits quietly in that passenger seat, holding my hand so tightly, as if she thinks I might disappear.
Not fucking happening.
I disentangle our hands and drift my fingers up between her legs, over her soft-as-fuck skin, under her little sundress, and press the side of my hand against her wet panties. She widens her legs, giving me access to her, and my fingers tighten on her smooth skin.
“I’m fucking craving you.” My voice sounds like gravel, and I smirk in satisfaction when her thighs clench, and she gasps. “I plan on being inside you every moment possible for the next few days. Do you have a problem with that?”
