Summer Breeze Kisses - Addison Moore Page 0,105

the girth and width of his chest demands my attention in far too many erotic ways for me to process at the moment. He’s so solid, I can’t help but touch him.

“Here you are!” my sister squawks over the music. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun, her lips heavily pigmented in magenta. There’s a garishness about her I’m not used to. Sabrina has always been a natural beauty, the one who wore her hair wild and free while spending her days in blue jeans and a T-shirt. I glance down at her leather mini skirt, her oddly geometrically shaped sweater with little pink sequins sewn into it.

“Working the streets later?” I give a little wink.

“Never mind that.” She yanks me free from Rex and drags me toward the entrance where the noise level is slightly subdued. “You two can’t be doing this anymore.”

I glance up at Rex who has dutifully followed us over and frown, because for one, I’m actually loving the out she’s about to offer us. I know just where this familial train is headed, and, for once, it’s in the right direction.

“We’re going to be siblings,” Sabrina scoffs at Rex with a clear look of disgust. “Now that the branches of the Toberman-Kent family trees are touching, you’ll each have to bark up another drunk coed trunk.”

“I object.” Rex lands his arm around my waist in an act of clear defiance. Judging by that disgruntled look on his face, he’s putting on a pretty decent act.

“You can’t object.” Sabrina wastes no time in plucking me free from his grasp once again.

“She’s right.” I bite down on my lip in an effort to keep the smile from bouncing right back where it wants to be. He shakes his head, just barely as if to ask the question, and I give a little shrug in response. “I’m afraid, now that our parents are making it official, we’ll have to call it quits.”

“Just like that?” he flatlines. His lips twitch, but overall he’s pulling off quite the convincing act. Apparently, Rex Toberman is an Oscar-worthy force to be reckoned with. Maybe if that football thing doesn’t work out he can hit Hollywood.

“Just like that.” Sabrina pulls me next to her and lands her arm where Rex’s was warming my body just a moment ago.

“Wait a minute.” I step out of her grasp and land next to my fake ex. “What brings you to the Black Bear?” This is by far Sabrina’s stomping ground. She and Duncan are at another private university in the next town over where she’s busy majoring in every foreign language known to man. Speaking of Duncan, where the hell is he? A thought comes to me, and I gasp. God, she’s set her sights on Rex now, too. That jealous look in her eye should have clued me in. “Is that what you came for? Are you here ensuring my unhappiness?” Now it’s me wrapping my arm around Rex’s waist. Crap. This boy’s body is solid as iron. “Well, I’m not having it. If Sexy Rexy and I want to continue seeing one another, there’s no way you’re going to stop us.”

“Ugh!” She covers her ears a moment. “Really, Scar Scar? Sexy Rexy? He’s practically your brother. This is wrong. Lynette and Daddy will be beyond disgusted.” Her body goes rigid. Her fists dig into her hips. “You’ll have to keep it under the covers.” She smirks at the double entendre as if relenting. “Oh, that’s right. According to your little announcement last week, you’ve technically never been under the covers with anyone.” Her nose wrinkles with disdain.

She’s right, though. Lynette and my father are so social conscious they would probably die on the spot if they knew their soon-to-be stepchildren were knocking boots—or in my case, jumping on mattresses like six-year-olds. If word ever leaked that their newly blended family was quasi-incestuous in nature, that little bit of news might be tantamount to social suicide. Surely Lyn Lyn hasn’t spent the last thirty years subjecting herself to hoity-toity thousand dollar a plate dinners and fashion-based white parties to be ousted on her ear, no thanks to the fact her son can’t keep it in his pants.

Me likes where this crazy train is headed, and I look to Rex. “For as long as I can remember, my sister has tried to malign any sort of happiness I try to muster—case in point the fact she stole Duncan Wormier right from under me. And now