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that.”
Chuckling, I let go of her hands and wrap her up, content to hold her as she recovers. Everything
is tingling, but I’m not rabid to chase that sensation, maybe because she’s in my arms, and I don’t plan
on letting her go. There’s no clock to run out, no reason to rush.
Except for the whole blue balls situation. But so far, I’ve been handling that pretty well myself,
thank you very much.
“No, all kisses aren’t that good. Not even close. You and me? We’re dynamite.”
She drops her forehead and mumbles, “Yay us.” Yay us, indeed. Her hands start a slow slide up
and down my ribs, her fingers running over the rib and muscle like they’re piano keys.
Now my head’s tingling.
“So…since you missed out on all the fun in high school,” I croak, “what would you say to
rounding the bases with me?”
She tilts her head back to look at me, confusion swimming in her eyes. “Rounding the bases? Like
baseball?” My stunned look must turn her brain online. “Oh! Right, those bases.”
Her blush makes me think dirty things. All the dirty things.
“Yeah, those bases. We’ve got the first pretty well covered. But there’s a few more we can—.“
“Zach, where you at, motherfucker?”
I drop my head to Maya’s shoulder, cursing every bit of technology Declan put in my place, but
especially programming all my brothers to my door. “I thought I turned privacy on,” I explain to
Maya.
Colton’s big dumb body freezes in the foyer as he realizes he’s crashed our party. “Oh. Hey. Hi
Maya. How are you doing? Are you smoking in here? Cigarettes will kill you, you know.”
Groaning, I turn on him. “No, we’re not smoking. Why are you here?”
“I need you. We gotta get Johnny out. He picked a fight today, and if you don’t hurry up and give
me this plan of yours, he’s gonna do it again and end up stuck in there.”
Rock and a hard place here. Make out with my woman, or help my brother?
“Who’s Johnny,” Maya asks quietly.
“My brother,” Colton answers. “He’s in prison, and if we don’t convince him to apply for parole,
he’s going to spend the rest of his life there. And that is not good. Good old Zachey here was going to
come up with some brilliant plan to convince him.” He turns to me, bouncing slightly on his toes, a
