back and sit up.
“You can have it.” She blindly tosses the keyring toward the dresser and sends it flying to the floor. “Mr. Savoy…uh, Trace…I’m sorry I saw your…um…”
“Cock?” I pull the sheet over his hips and against my chest. “We’re covered now. You can turn around.”
A flush sweeps up her neck as she faces us, and her gaze lands on his bulge beneath the thin cover. “I didn’t stare. It’s like…I saw it and looked away really quick. I’m not even sure that I actually saw that much. Maybe just a—”
“You’re rambling and staring.” I grin and place a hand on his chiseled chest. “Trace, this is my sister, Bree.”
He holds the sheet in place and rises to the edge of the mattress with his hand out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Oh, umm…” She stares at his hand for a beat before shaking it. “The pleasure’s all mine.” Her eyes widen, and her cheeks turn bright red. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, it is a pleasure, but not that kind of pleasure—”
“Bree.” I snap my fingers.
“Hmm?”
“Give us a minute?”
“Right.” She grabs the door and shuts it behind her.
Trace yanks off the covers and climbs over me, guiding me to lie back while nuzzling my neck. “She’s…”
“Awkward?”
“I was going to say delightful. But yes, definitely awkward.”
“She deals with first-graders all day, not gorgeous naked men.” I splay my hands over his muscled backside and squeeze. “Though, I’ll admit I’ve never seen her that nervous. I think you intimidate her.”
“She’s hot for me.” He peppers a trail of kisses along my collarbone.
“She is not.” I push at his jaw, trying not to laugh at the tickling scrape of his whiskers.
“She couldn’t stop eying my massive cock.” He echoes my earlier compliment with a smile.
I’d say that’s the last time I’ll ever inflate his ego, but I’d be lying. Because that smile… it’s a shockingly sexy curve on his lips, stretching his cheeks, lighting up his face, and making me light-headed.
“You should smile more often.” I trail a finger along his mouth. “This is potent stuff right here.”
He parts his lips and bites my finger hard enough to make me gasp. Chuckling, he kisses a path from the ticklish spot beneath my ear, across my throat, to nibble the other ear.
I squirm beneath the wicked stimulation. “They’re waiting on me.”
“Do they always stop in unannounced?”
“Yeah, but I kind of knew they were coming and forgot. David’s here to fix my brakes.”
“Then I better get out there and help.” He slides off the bed and strides toward his overnight bag, the muscles in his perfect ass flexing with each step.
“You know how to work on cars?”
“I used to be an auto mechanic.”
“Really?”
“No.” He snorts arrogantly. “But anyone with a dick knows how to change brakes.”
Ten minutes later, I recline on the loveseat outside with Bree, sipping on a Bud Light.
“I saw the fancy car in your driveway.” She stares at Trace where he crouches beside David and the MG Midget. “I assumed you were doing ballroom lessons with one of your rich clients.”
“I don’t do that anymore.”
“I know, but I never imagined I’d walk in and find you in bed with…that.” She gulps. “I’m so jealous of you right now.”
I follow her gaze to the blond, blue-eyed tower of hard muscle in my driveway. He stares down at a greasy part he pulled off my car, leaning his weight to one hip and working those jeans like they were designed for a Viking.
The t-shirt is white, fitted across his shoulders, and showcasing the ridges of definition beneath. He’s the epitome of well-honed beauty, the kind that dilutes my brain cells and fucks my common sense into quivering mush.
Even Angel is captivated by him. She hasn’t left his side since we stepped outside. When she tips her scowl up at him, he scowls down at her, and they connect on some devious, calculating level I don’t understand.
She was only a year old when Cole left, so Trace is the first man I’ve introduced to her. Watching them interact is surprisingly enjoyable. In fact, seeing him with my family spreads a comfortable warmth through my chest.
If I’m not careful, I’m going to fall into a swirling, consuming abyss with this man. A frightening thought, because I don’t trust him. I can’t.
“Don’t get too excited, Bree.” I keep my voice too low for his ears. “We have a lot to work through.”
“What do you mean?”
As the guys change the brakes out of hearing