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I tilt my head. “Looks like someone had a busy day.”
“You think?” Her eyebrows are a mile high. “That’s one of the meanest trucks I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, when Reese does something, he always makes a statement.” I turn off my car.
“Hmmm.” She muses as she stares at the F150. I’ll give it to my brother, it is fucking badass.
“What?”
“It’s just funny. You’d think Reese would drive the sports car, and you the pickup.”
“Don’t be fooled. I’ll bet money that truck has a Hemi.”
“I wouldn’t take that bet.” She knows I’m right. Big, bad, and fast describes Reese’s style. Kayla grabs the grocery bags off the floor of my Mustang before she climbs out. I take the opportunity to ogle her ass as the hem of her shirt rides up. She has the perfect bottom. Round, bubbly, and firm. I want to take a bite every time I look at it.
“You coming?” She pops her head into the open passenger side.
“I can guarantee several times tonight.” I smile.
Kayla flutters her eyelashes coquettishly and then slams the door.
Have I mentioned how much I’m loving life?
“It’s about fucking time,” Reese’s voice booms through the house once we enter. “I was about to go stir crazy. Nine to five’s suck.” He leans against the counter in the kitchen.
“Sorry. We can’t all be world famous blowholes. I don’t know what you’re complaining about. It looks like you kept yourself plenty busy.”
“I did, for a little while.” He shrugs, passively.
“Well, if you’re so bored, go make some friends.”
“I have friends,” he opposes childishly. “Knight stopped by to check out my new whip. He was with Tammy.” Reese wiggles his eyebrows at Kayla. “He’s in love.” He covers his heart and makes a kissy face.
“Don’t make fun,” Kayla scolds, hitting his arm with a bag of spinach.
“I’m not. I’m happy for him. Cupid seems to be making his rounds.” Reese leans down and kisses her amorously.
He sure is.
“Do you think you have any more friends for Riley?” he asks.
“Don’t push your luck.I’mnot Cupid.” She pulls mushrooms out from one of the bags.
I stand behind Kayla as she continues to unload the groceries. I place my hands on her hips and watch as she separates the chicken from the vegetables and cheese.
“What’s on the menu?” Reese asks intrigued.
“Smothered chicken and Caesar salad,” she says sweetly. She’s being coy. Reese and I both know Kayla is anything but sweet.
“No dessert?” I hear the lust thicken his voice.
“Only if you’re good,” she flirts.
“I’m in trouble then.”
“And why is that?” She plays right into his hands.
“Because I’m never good,” Reese rasps in her ear, and I feel Kayla respond. Her body stiffens, and her breathing accelerates.
