Page 56 of Hard to Hold
I grinned as Rhys leaned in and kissed me. The groan that came up from my chest was rough and laced with a need I was doing my best to fight. Unlike kissing Amy, I didn’t have to control myself with Rhys. I knew he could handle any damn thing I could dish out.
“Oh, my.” Amy’s words were accompanied by a gasp. “That really is hot.”
Unable to keep from laughing, I pulled back and we both stared down at her. The innocent expression she shot back was feigned, I knew it.
“What? Did I say something wrong?” She laughed when Rhys tickled her thigh, her butt rubbing up against my now throbbing erection.
Not helping.
Not at all.
Rhys
I didn’t want to call it a night, but I knew it was time. With Amy unknowingly teasing us, there was no telling where this night would lead. As far as my willpower was concerned, I was all tapped out. When I mentioned we should head back, Amy seemed disappointed, but Wolfe looked almost relieved. He probably felt the same as me—too damn close to the edge.
“Fine,” Amy said with a dramatic huff, but she was smiling.
I helped her down from the tailgate and into the cab of the truck. When she linked her fingers with mine, I once again had to focus on keeping my heart from pounding out of my chest. The move was innocent yet so seductive at the same time. I honestly couldn’t remember a time when I'd held hands with a woman.
It wasn’t until Wolfe was pulling out onto the main road that Amy spoke again.
“Now that the making-out portion of the evening is over, I guess it’s time to go home and go to bed.” She stretched and I suspected it was her way of continuing to touch us both.
I liked that she wanted to.
“I’m on board with the goin’ to bed part,” Wolfe noted.
I could see Amy’s cheeks darken. “By bed, I mean to sleep.”
“Oh. Well.” Wolfe grinned over at her. “Another time then.”
Amy chuckled and my dick stirred to life. All this talk of beds was making me hurt.
“Do you boys have to get up for church?” She looked back and forth between us.
The quick change of subject was just what my dick needed to control itself.
“Yep,” Wolfe grumbled. “Not somethin’ you miss if you’re a Caine. Unless you’re Lynx’s old man. Since he doesn’t leave the house…”
“He really doesn’t leave the house?”
“Not in ten years.”
“And you?” Amy asked me directly. “Do you have to get up?”
“Yeah, but my family goes to the later service.” I grinned. “Heaven forbid the Caines and the Trevinos go to church at the same time.”
“So, that’s still a thing? The… What do you even call it? A falling-out? A war, maybe? Between your families?” She looked genuinely curious. “What happens if … you know… What happens if things work out for the two of you? What will that do to the … war?”
That wasn’t something I wanted to think about. I loved my family and I knew they loved me. Since my old man was no longer with us, I didn’t have to worry about his reaction; however, my grandfather was still kicking and he’d probably have a coronary. More so about the fact that I would be with a man than necessarily Wolfe Caine.
“We’ll deal with that when the time comes,” Wolfe noted.
I stared at him, stuck on the fact that Wolfe said when, not if.
Amy was yawning for probably the twentieth time by the time we pulled down her driveway. For a minute there, I thought she was going to fall asleep. However, as soon as we pulled up to the house, she was wide awake, her eyes huge in her face as she stared at the dark house.
“Give me your key,” I instructed, holding my hand out as I opened the truck door and climbed out.
