I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,92
nothing like the smell of a bachelor pad in the morning,” a woman’s voice says.
“Out,” Tyler snarls.
“Oh, please, like we’ve never seen you whacking off before,” another woman says.
He throws a second throw pillow at me, then yanks on the curtains Rufus shredded and tosses the whole thing at me, curtain rod too.
“Thank you,” I gasp as I crawl under the fabric.
“Oh, shit, you’re here,” the first woman says.
“We tried to call. Your phone says you’re in the mountains. Oh my god! You found a way to trick our find-a-friend app! We thought you were hiking with Muffy.” There’s a pause. “That is Muffy, right? I can’t see her clearly. Or did this just get next-level awkward?”
“Out,” Tyler repeats.
I peer through the shreds in the curtain and see two women, both average size, one with short brown hair, the other with brown hair tucked up in a ponytail, and my heart hiccups.
His sisters.
His sisters are here.
“Told you it was a good idea to leave the kids at the hotel with the men,” one says.
“Probably a good thing Mom’s not here too,” the other replies. “This would definitely lead to curtains matching the drapes jokes in her next show.”
I trip over the curtains as I rise, wrapping them around myself. “Hi,” I say.
Tyler twists his head and skewers me with a what the fuck is wrong with you? look.
I don’t blame him.
Our options are kicking his sisters out and me rolling the sex dice to see what part of his body I have to lick, kiss, stroke, or massage, or letting his sisters stay.
This should be a no-brainer.
But my vagina isn’t making this decision for me.
And the matching smiles blossoming on his sisters’ faces are hitting me in the feels. “Muffy?” one asks.
“That’s me.”
The one with the short hair points to herself, then her sister, introducing themselves like we didn’t do the same on a group video chat like ten days ago. “Allie and Keely. And we’re both so glad you aren’t an actress Tyler hired to make up a good story. Sweetie, your nipple’s showing.”
I bend and snag a throw pillow and cover my breast.
“Other one,” Keely says.
Tyler squeezes his eyes shut and sighs a deep sigh. “What. Are you. Doing. Here?” he says through gritted teeth.
“The kids wanted to go to the planetarium and the aquarium.”
“And you couldn’t go to the ones in Chicago?”
His sisters share a look.
“No,” Allie says.
Keely nods in agreement. “You’re not playing the Indies in Chicago tomorrow night.”
“And you know we don’t miss Indies games.”
“He used to date Gator Cranford’s little sister,” Keely explains to me.
“We’re here to booby trap the Indianapolis bus if Gator tries to knock him out again,” Allie agrees.
“The guy has a highly overdeveloped sense of revenge.”
“Unlucky for him, we now have Daisy.”
“Is your whole family here?” I ask.
They shake their heads in unison.
“Not yet,” Allie says.
“But they will be,” Keely adds.
“We really did come early to show the kids Copper Valley.”
“And we thought Uncle Tyler would want to come along.”
“Honest to god, we actually thought maybe you were a fake girlfriend that he planted to text and video call with us, because he never dates, and it wouldn’t be the first time he paid a service to pretend to be his girlfriend.”
I choke on air.
And for the first time since we were interrupted, I see something other than irritation flash over Tyler’s face.
This is sheer pride and amusement. It’s subtle—it’s all in the eye movement—but there’s no mistaking his mood is improving. “Best Christmas present I ever got all of you.”
“You got them a fake girlfriend for yourself for Christmas?”
He flashes me a grin. “Still have the website. We can get you a fake extra boyfriend and let him talk to your mother about his complicated feelings about being in a threesome.”
“You really want a threesome one day, don’t you?”
“Not anymore.”
Allie’s smile goes so wide it has to hurt. “Awww! He’s in loo—oof.”
“Don’t jinx it, idiot,” Keely hisses as my heart starts an Olympic-worthy vault routine in my chest. She points at us. “So, do you really want us to go away, or do you want to hang out with us at the aquarium this morning?”
“We want you to go away and we’ll get back to you when we feel like it.” Tyler shifts to stand between me and his sisters, and I wonder if I’m accidentally flashing some other body part.
“Aquarium this morning without you, and we’ll invade for dinner with all of the kids again at five.” Allie