Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
“I’m definitely not complaining.” The discovery may have rendered me stupid, but no complaints. I palm her breast and sweep my thumb over her nipple. Her body jerks, and she lets out a soft gasp.
“You like that?” I’m aching with the desire to shove the material out of my way and tease her nipples with my tongue.
She nods slowly. “Yes.”
I slide my other hand under her shirt and flick my thumbs over both nipples. A sweet mix of desire and nerves spreads over her face. She’s so sensitive, jolting and gasping with every slight brush of my fingers against the hard tips. I circle one tight peak with my knuckle. “I want to kiss you here.”
A slow shiver ripples through her body. “I want you to.”
I lift her shirt a little, baring her stomach. “Wanna kiss you here too. And—”
“Griff.” She closes the distance between us, forcing me to move my hands or have them trapped between us. Fine by me. I slide them up under her shorts again.
She lowers her mouth to mine. “Kiss me.”
Her lips touch mine—warm and tentative. A thrill I only feel when I’m behind the wheel pushing my car to its limits, or winning a fight, rushes through me. At first, it’s a soft, slow kiss. Then she spears her fingers through my hair, cranking up the intensity. Desire and the urgent need for more pounds through my blood. The kiss turns possessive and demanding, fueled by pent-up frustration. She flicks her tongue against mine and moans, the sound traveling straight to my dick.
She pulls away and stares at me. “You’re really all mine now?”
That’s the best question I’ve ever been asked. “Yes.”
Someone clears their throat in the hallway.
Like a rocket, Molly shoots herself sideways and out of my lap, kneeing me in the dick in the process. She sits straighter than a ruler and clasps her hands in her lap like a Catholic schoolgirl about to take communion.
I wince and press my palm over my broken dick.
“What did I say, Griff?” Remy growls from right outside the doorway.
I wheeze in a painful breath. “Uh…” I count off on my fingers. “No sleepovers. Keep the door open…”
He pushes the door all the way open and fires off a warning look.
I don’t need the warning. I’d also never repeat the don’t-knock-her-up and let-her-go-to-college parts of his “conditions.” They’re likely to either hurt Molly’s feelings or piss her off. The don’t-cheat-on-her warning isn’t worth mentioning because it would never happen anyway.
Molly places her hand on my leg and scoots closer, like she wants to protect me from her brother’s wrath.
Despite my throbbing groin, I flash a cocky-as-fuck grin at Remy.
“It’s my room, Remy.” Molly’s forceful tone makes me grin even wider. “We can close the door. Especially if you’re going to be hanging out in the hallway like a peeping creeper.”
I cover my mouth and snicker into my hand.
Remy’s lips twist with what I assume is a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Is this what I have to look forward to if you’re a couple? Public displays of—”
“We’re in my room,” Molly repeats.
“—and you defending him like he’s a kid?” Remy finishes.
Molly laces her fingers through mine. “Yup.” She adds a sassy head tilt. “Deal with it.”
“My woman has spoken.” I dip my chin.
“Fuck almighty,” Remy grumbles and rubs his temples. “If I have to put up with this bullshit, let’s at least go downstairs and eat some waffles.”
“Waffles?” Molly lifts her chin, sniffing the air. “Who’s making waffles?”
A sly smile curves Remy’s lips. “I am.”
I bite my tongue to cut off my laughter. Remy the mastermind. Luring us out of Molly’s bedroom with one of her favorite foods.
“I could eat some waffles.” Molly turns toward me and lifts an eyebrow. “How about you?”
“For fuck’s sake.” Remy groans.
“Sure.” I risk death and lean in to kiss Molly’s cheek. “Waffles sound perfect.”
“Great!” Molly pushes me off her bed. “Go help Remy while I get dressed.”
“Wait, what?” My eyes widen in surprise but I’m also laughing.
“Come on, bonehead.” Remy shackles his hand around my wrist and drags me into the hallway.
Molly closes the door behind us.
“You think waffles are gonna keep me from making out with your sister?” I whisper to Remy. “That’s adorable.”
He smirks at Molly’s closed door. “Worked, didn’t it?”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Molly
Remy finally finding out about Griff and me went better than I expected. Almost too smoothly. Griff and I have been able to spend more time together without hiding it from my brother. It’s a relief, but I can’t help feeling like Remy hasn’t quite given us his blessing yet, no matter what Griff says.
So when Remy’s waiting for me one night after work instead of Griff, my suspicious little sister radar starts pinging like crazy.
“What are you doing here?” I yank open the heavy door to Remy’s old Ford Bronco and hoist myself inside.