Page 68 of Allured
“Rhett gross, that’s my brother.” Breaking our kiss, Alek and I peer over just in time to see Thomas shoulder—bump Rhett and stand beside him.
“You need help peeling these?” Thomas asks Rhett, already holding up the vegetable peeler and a large carrot. Alek and I stand at the side, watching the interaction unfold.
“Yeah, nice and slow big boy.” A wink from Rhett causes a blush to form on the fair skin of Thomas’ cheekbones.
Without saying a word, Alek tugs me backward and into the alcove of the wet bar. From his expression, I can tell there’s a bit of confusion lingering from the scene we just witnessed but he does not elaborate on it.
“How’s it going out there?” he asks instead.
“It’s manageable chaos,” I reply. “It would appear Emma, Viv, and Aunt Harriett have become best friends.”
“Sounds about right.” Alek leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms. “What about Knight?” he questions.
“He has been testy this morning.”
“Knight’s being testy? You’re joking,” Alek replies sarcastically.
The response earns him a sharp glare from me.
“Watch your tone, wicked boy.”
“You’re just proving it’s a family trait, Ez.” His grin is wide and his eyes mischievous. Alek knows exactly what he is doing. Our dynamic of give—and—take is one that I will always play into.
Grabbing at his crossed arms, I wedge my hand in the space between his forearms and chest and pull him down to meet my eye level.
“I think you deserve to be put over my knee tonight.” My voice holds a dark promise.
Alek appears unperturbed except for the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. The motion tells me his cock is most likely moving in a similar fashion. I have the impish urge to reach down to check but ingrained propriety prevents me.
Not backing down, Alek purses his lips against the corner of my mouth, both kissing and whispering in one motion.
“I’m looking forward to it, Sir.”
Unable to resist, I kiss him with such ferocity it almost drowns out the loud thump of his body against the wall of the pantry. He kisses me back as if he is starving and the sound of a timer beeping in the kitchen does nothing to break our magnetic pull.
But the sound of a throat clearing nearby is what finally moves us apart.
“Uh, Rhett was saying there’s about ten minutes left on the food if someone could start setting the table.” Thomas stands a few feet away from us, shyly avoiding eye contact with both his brother and me.
“I will take care of it. Thank you, Thomas,” I reply, watching him leave after he gives Alek and me a curt nod.
“You are making an exhibitionist out of me, baby.”
“You can’t be saying shit like that, Ez,” Alek groans and adjusts himself in front of me. I have to begin guiding him back into the kitchen otherwise my previous comment may become a prophecy instead of a joke.
“I will see you at the table, Alek.” I swat at his ass flirtatiously and turn to make my way into the dining room.
As luck would have it, there are three people at the ready to assist in setting the table, I just need to convince them to set their drinks down for a moment.
Deciding to make myself known after a bout of feminine laughter, I approach my aunt, Emma, and Vivian.
“Ladies, may I ask for your assistance with setting the table?”
They all turn to me in an almost eerily synchronized manner.
“I suppose we each have one hand free,” Harriett agrees but makes her reluctance known. She holds out a dainty hand to Vivian.
“Do help me up, girl.”
