Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,55

back down on the bed, turning me on my side so he could nestle his large body behind me, cradling me.

“Let’s get some sleep. We don’t have to decide anything tonight.”

I wanted to tell him there wasn’t any other decision to be made, but I clamped my mouth shut and lost myself to the feel of his arms wrapped around me.

25

The aroma of some much-needed caffeine drew me into the kitchen, catching Zoe at the tail end of her phone conversation. She leaned over the sink, swaying her hips back and forth before she hung up, and it took everything I had not to rush up behind her and lift the T-shirt of mine she’d thrown on and have my way with her.

As if sensing she wasn’t alone, she turned around, not a shock of surprise at my sudden appearance. “I thought you were still in the shower.”

She pushed off the counter and strolled toward me, the shirt she wore swallowing her up, while still managing to tempt me to peek underneath.

She still looked extremely fuckable. Her hair was piled high on her head in a haphazard messy bun, her face void of makeup except for the light sheen of gloss on her lips.

“Who was that?” I asked, leaning down to accept her kiss, but she pulled away before I got my fill. Her peck made me frown, and when she laughed, my face scrunched in an annoyed expression.

“Braylen. She invited me over for brunch.” She reached for her cup of coffee. “Looks like this will be the only thing I’m having this morning.”

“I hope there’s more.” I moved around her and opened the cupboard, pulling down the largest mug I could find. Exhaustion kept me in bed longer than normal, but when I remembered the reason why I was so tired, I smiled.

She blew on the hot liquid. “Can you drop me off? I told her I’d be there in an hour.”

“Sure. But remember you’re not to leave that house until I come back to pick you up. Understand?”

“I know.”

“I mean it, Zo. Not one foot outside.”

“Not even in the backyard?”

“No.” My back was to her, busy pouring myself a cup, but I didn’t need to look at her to know she was quickly becoming irritated.

“I was joking. Are you being serious? We can’t even go in the backyard and sit on the patio?”

I finally spun around. “No. And if you call Ryder and ask him that same question, he’ll give the same answer I did.” She huffed but didn’t press me, taking several sips of her coffee, her eyes doing a slow sweep over me and darkening as she placed her mug on the island. Zoe switched from mild annoyance to wanton in the matter of seconds. But as she approached, her stare grating into me, I heard the gravel of the driveway kick up beneath tires. Confused as to who would be stopping by, I shot her a look on my way toward the front door.

A black SUV pulled up out front, a vehicle I didn’t recognize, and my first thought wasn’t good. Then as I allowed my brain to work properly, I realized there was no way a Reaper would pull up to my house so casually in broad daylight. Then again, nothing should surprise me anymore.

Lost in conflicting wariness, the back door of the vehicle opened and soon afterward, a woman emerged, flipping her sunglasses over her eyes, and fumbling with an oversized suitcase. Once I realized who it was, I homed in on her sorry excuse for an outfit, her shorts so short the hem of the front pockets were showing, and her tank top looked like it was painted on. The only redeeming piece of clothing was the zip-up sweater she had on. As she sauntered toward the house, I caught sight of the driver ogling her and had I not been so caught up in the surprise of it all, I would’ve rushed out to ask him what he was looking at. Her mahogany strands were pulled back in a high ponytail, bouncing from side to side with each step she took.

What the hell was she doin’ here?

“Fuck,” I mumbled, resting my hand on the handle to the door. Glancing down at myself, noting I was decent in a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, I flung open the door as she walked up my front steps and onto the porch.

“Hi.” She beamed, dropping her bag, and throwing her arms around me and