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“Yeah.” Blake’s lips lifted in a small smile. “It’s nice.”
He looked at me, and there was something different about it. But then he shifted beneath me, and I realized it probably had something to do with the fact that I was still sitting on his lap. I still had my arm around his shoulder, like I was holding him captive. So I slid to my feet with as much grace as I could muster, tugging the hem of my dress down as I started to walk after his family.
We’d only been playing this game for a matter of days, and I was already forgetting when I could stop acting. I had a feeling that might become a problem, but I couldn’t spend my time worrying about it now.
Not when I had a family dinner to perform through.
CHAPTER NINE
blake
IWATCHED DELANEY WALK away and blew out a breath between my lips, willing her not to look back. There would be no hiding the tent growing in my pants from the way she’d just slid off my lap, her ass rubbing against my dick as she dismounted.
Fuck, I’d been doing so good at keeping myself in check.
Yeah, maybe I’d let myself get too carried away for a bit there because holding her felt like the most natural thing in the world. But overall, I’d kept my shit together. Somehow, I’d managed to keep my thoughts far away from the reality of the situation. I didn’t think about how good she felt. Didn’t think of how perfectly she fit in my lap. Didn’t think about how dizzying it felt to breathe her in. Didn’t think about how soft her skin was. Didn’t think about what she felt like beneath my lips.
I didn’t think about any of that because Delaney would have instantly known that I was thinking about it. I’d be having the same problem I was having now. She undoubtedly would have felt it, feltme, and I couldn’t risk that.
But now? Now, as she was walking away, her hips swaying as she flicked that sweet-smelling hair of hers over her shoulder?
Yeah, I was thinking about it now.
And I needed to stop.
We still had dinner to get through, a dinner where I had to convince my siblings that this was real.
When Delaney disappeared into the dining room, I stood and adjusted myself before following her. I could hear Sully’s voice from here, saying hi to Delaney and welcoming her to the family. Theo said something next, but I couldn’t quite make it out. His voice was softer, his tone deeper. When I rounded the corner, a flash of blonde hair drew me in, and I found my way to Delaney’s side. I pulled out the chair for her, and she smiled at me over her shoulder before sitting.
“Theo is a Dr. London, too, right?” she checked, speaking softly while the rest of my siblings carried on around us. “He has his doctorate?”
I nodded. My younger brother was a professor at the University of Minnesota.
“And what does Sully do again?”
“Software developer. He could have a PhD, too, if he wanted.” I snorted. “But he couldn’t be less interested in schooling.” I picked up a bottle of wine off the table and poured her a glass. “You’ll need this,” I said, handing it to her with a wink.
“What a gentleman,” Sully drawled, his voice growing louder to capture my attention. He clapped his hands mockingly, and I glared at the laptop propped on the corner of the table where Sully’s and Theo’s faces floated on the screen in a video call.
“Fuck off, Sullivan,” I muttered, and my brother laughed.
“What was that, Blakey? I couldn’t hear you all the way over here in Minnesota.”
Settling in my seat next to Delaney, I turned to my sister. “Nat, there’s this annoying buzzing coming from your end of the table. I think it’s the computer. Could you maybe close it for me?”
“No!” Sully leaned in, plastering his face far too close to the camera. Next to him, Theo was shaking with laughter. “I promise I’ll be nice. I won’t even complain that you didn’t invite me to your wedding.”
Gemma cleared her throat as she gave Sully the side-eye. “I don’t know if you know this, but we actually all gathered here today to discussyourlove life, Sully. How’s that going again?”
Sully threw himself back into his chair dramatically, pretending he was mortally wounded. Then he recovered, his face coming back into view with a grin on it. “Gemma, you’re always such a sly little?—”
“Careful how you finish that sentence,” Noah grunted, but there was a curve to his lips because Sully would never cross that line. Gemma knew how to keep the London boys in check, and we loved her for it.
The first time she came to visit in Minnesota, she wasn’t even dating Noah, but she called me out for acting like a jealous asshole to him all the same, and honestly, I think she saved our relationship a little bit. I loved my brother, and while I had no interest in his fame or money, the people I met always did. And since that sometimes got a little old, my bitterness showed. Gemma was right to call me out on it.
“Sully’s too busy pining over his ex to have a love life,” Theo said, which caused Sully’s jaw to drop and the rest of my siblings to raise their eyebrows with interest. It was typically an unspoken rule not to bring up exes at the dinner table, especially not Ellie, the woman everyone thought at one point that Sully would marry.
“Hey,” he said defensively as soon as he recovered. “As it would turn out, hopelessly pining for years works out for some people. Take a look at?—”
