Page 76 of The Jackpot Screwer
“So are we,” I protested. “But I don’t slobber all over you all the time.”
“Might be nice if you did,” she muttered, and I wasn’t sure whether she wanted me to hear or not.
“Did I not slobber over you this very morning, Lollipop?” I raised my brows and grinned when she blushed.
“I’ve seen the way you look at each other and believe me,” Ellie said with a roll of her eyes, “you definitely slobber over each other. You just don’t realize that’s what you’re doing.”
“After what we saw last week, I’d say there’s plenty of loving going on in your apartment.” Hunter grinned and winked at me.
Me with my dick out, jumping around in front of my sister, was most definitely something I was going to take shit for. The way Ellie squealed anyone would think she’d never seen a man’s Johnson before. I knew for a damn fact that she hadn’t lost her cherry to Hunter, so she’d seen at least two before mine. It had all been too fucking dramatic, but that was my sister.
“Anyway,” Bronte sighed, forking a tomato from her Cobb salad. “What’s with the fancy pants dinner? We could have gone for burgers at the café and saved you some cash.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “You’re one ungrateful little brat, you know that, right?”
“It’s my natural demeanor,” she replied, waving her tomato around. “So, spill it.”
Hunter sat up straighter and grinned. “We want to ask you both to be members of the wedding party.”
With their hands clasped together on top of the table, they looked between us both. By the look on their faces, you’d have thought they’d just offered us a world cruise on the most luxurious ship on the planet.
“Well, to say I’m underwhelmed is kinda understating it.” I rolled my eyes. “I’d have been more shocked if I wasn’t going to be your best man.”
“And if you ask anyone else to be your head bridesmaid, I’ll make sure you change every poopy diaper this baby makes.” Bronte ran a hand over her ever-growing stomach and at the sight of it my breath left my lungs pretty quickly.
“You know you look beautiful, Lollipop,” I stated and placed my hand on hers.
She smiled softly and I pursed my lips to kiss her when she said, “You think you’ll ever get around to asking me to marry you?” The tomato was then popped into her mouth.
Taken a little aback, I looked at Hunter who just shrugged.
“Don’t look at me, buddy.”
“No, Carter,” Bronte said, arching her brows. “Don’t look at him.”
My attention went back to my pasta as I searched through it for a shrimp. This was not the time or the place, beside which we’d talked about the future many times. It wasn’t that she didn’t know that I worshipped her. We had a baby on the way for God’s sake.
“Are you going to answer me?” Bronte asked. “Or are you going to give that pasta all your attention this evening?”
Putting down my fork, I exhaled and looked up to see three faces looking at me expectantly.
“Lollipop,” I sighed. “You know how much I love you. I tell you all the time.”
“Saying ‘God, Lollipop, I love you, baby’, while you’re pushing your penis into me isn’t quite the same, honey.”
“Ugh, please.” Ellie took a huge gulp of her wine, shuddered and then looked back to me. “Okay, you can answer now.”
“Seriously, Hunt, did you have to bring her along?” Letting out a long breath, I turned back to Bronte. “Don’t you think we have enough going on?”
“Oh, what, you mean this?” She pointed at her stomach. “We do? Are you sure it’s we, because I’m the one who has to carry junior Maples around. I’m the one who has to be poked and prodded, I’m the one that has the ankles of my Grammy. And I do believe I’m the one that has an ass that could quite easily take up the whole of the east coast. While you, Mr. Carter Maples, Veterinarian, well you don’t really have enough going on at all.” She held her pointer finger up. “Oops sorry, you do have to save the animals of Dayton Valley, but apart from that…”
Her salad forgotten, Bronte, pushed her bowl away and gave me a sickly-sweet smile, waiting for a response. When I glanced at Hunter and Ellie, they were both leaning with their elbows on the table and staring at us.
“You want me to order popcorn?” I asked.
Hunter waved me away. “No. No, you go for it.”
Fucking dickweed.
