Game Saver - BJ Harvey Page 0,44
warn. Her head jerks up and I narrow my eyes, shaking my head at her but secretly proud of the fact I have a man with an ass worth checking out.
I’m giggling like a school girl when Cade and I reach my bedroom and shut the door behind us.
“I’m so sorry,” I say between laughs.
He pushes me up against the door, pressing his body into mine and holding me in place as he buries his face in my neck and chuckles. Peppering kisses along my jaw, he places a gentle kiss on my lips, his dancing eyes looking straight at me. “That’s one way to meet the family.”
“They interrupted Naked Sunday, the clam jammers,” I reply with a pout.
He nips my bottom lip before soothing the sting with this tongue. “It just means I can strip you bare the minute they leave and take you against the wall.”
Oh hell yes, I like that idea.
“Still liking our real?” I ask, running my fingers through his almost-sex-mussed hair.
“I like this being real. A lot of my life hasn’t been, so I like that I have a slice of real with you.”
Seeing how open and honest he’s being, I can’t—and don’t even try—to stop myself from saying what comes next, because I want to say it. I need to say it.
“I think I’m falling for our real,” I say quietly.
A slow-growing smile plays on his lips before he lowers his forehead to mine and whispers back, “That’s good, because I’m already gone.”
“I see you do own clothes,” Cohen grumbles from the couch as Cade and I enter my living room.
“Hi to you too, Co,” I reply.
“Hi. I’m Marcy,” Mom says, standing up and walking towards us, wrapping her arms around Cade’s shoulders.
“Hey,” he says warmly. “Not exactly how I thought I’d meet you.”
“Believe me, I’m so not complaining.”
“Mom,” the guys groan, Bryant and Jaxon shaking their heads at our shameless mother.
“Feel free to stop glaring at him,” I tease my brothers.
“Give me a break. I walked in to an eyeful of my sister getting mauled,” Jaxon says with a grimace.
“Think of it as revenge from when I walked in on you and Sarah Nonnemacher going at it in the back shed,” I retort.
“What?” Mom gasps, her head snapping to my brother. “She was with Jason Harris all throughout high school.”
“You do know that Sarah was rather friendly with most of the male students of their senior year, don’t you?” I explain.
Mom shrugs. “Nothing wrong with being friendly, just not when you’re with someone.”
I look at Cade with my eyes bugging out in a ‘please don’t leave me with them’ glare.
His lips twitch, and he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “Nothing wrong with being friendly, Spitfire, as long as I’m the only one you’re being that kind of friendly to.”
He places a gentle kiss on my temple and lets me go before walking up to the three members of the How Dare You Touch My Sister firing squad sitting menacingly on my couch. I leave them to it and make my way into the kitchen to make coffee.
“You’re either Bryant or Jaxon?” Cade says, looking between the twins.
“Bryant,” he replies gruffly, attempting a strong-arm handshake. I bite my lip to stifle a snort at Cade’s non-response, making a note to repay him with sexual gratitude once Naked Sunday activities can be resumed.
Jaxon doesn’t move from the couch, just lifting his hand to Cade when Bryant sits down.
Cohen, however, shoots daggers at my man, standing up and puffing out his chest when Cade reaches him.
“You must be Cohen.”
“Funny, you know me yet my sister hasn’t said anything about you.”
“Co . . .” I warn.
His eyes turn to mine, a cocky smirk replacing his scowl. “Don’t worry, Sis. We promise we won’t hurt him—”
“Much,” the twins say in unison.
Cade, the crazy mofo, just laughs, stepping away from them and taking a seat in the recliner.
Walking over to him, I hand him a coffee, and with nowhere else to sit—and no better place to sit—I lower myself down onto the arm of Cade’s chair. Obviously not happy with this, his arm snakes around my hips to pull me down into his lap.
“Better,” he murmurs when my eyes snap to his. A wave of warmth flows through me, and as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, my body melts into his.
“So, instigating your own sneak attack, Mom?” I ask, turning my attention to my mother.
“Precious, aren’t I allowed to