“No, it’s time for the little warden to know what it’s like to have a big brother.”
He puts me down with enough false security for me to try to walk away then wraps me in a headlock to rub his knuckles across my scalp.
“Cut it out,” I warn before my teeth sink into his shirt to pierce his side.
Berke flinches but doesn’t make a sound. He releases me after another pass of his knuckles then pats my head. I get a flash of his sculpted torso once he lifts his shirt to check out his side. A faint impression of my teeth pinken some of his skin.
Berke’s grin is sultry when our eyes meet again. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. Wyn isn’t into sharing.”
I stare at his back with my mouth open as he begins to disappear into the house.
“That would be correct, asshole,” Wyn confirms while hugging me from behind. There isn't any bite to his words.
Berke laughs but doesn’t respond or turn around. He’s forgotten when Wyn kisses me just below my ear. I lean back deeper into his embrace. We were interrupted this morning and I need my fix.
“You’re rubbing your ass against me. We have too much staff to go at it right here.” Wyn’s warning is contradicted by his hands snaking under my shirt.
“Grab my lemonade and let’s go inside for a quickie,” I suggest although I haven’t moved.
His lips ghost over my neck before he responds. “Why a quickie? I want to take my time.”
“We have plans tonight. Jagger wants to do karaoke. We gotta go rock the mic.”
Wyn pushes me inside the house after plucking my drink from the table .
“Why don’t you rock my mic instead?”
We opt to be driven to the bar so we don’t have to worry about a designated driver. Ramsey, who just returned from a much needed vacation, accompanies us as our security for the night. Berke chats with him as he ignores us. It didn’t take them long to fall back into their usual camaraderie since Berke accepted that Ramsey was doing what was best for him at the time.
Wyn draws circles on my thigh as he chats with Dallas on the phone. It still amazes me how he can look so innocent after saying and doing such dirty things.
“Alright man. Be careful on your trip. Say hello to your mom.”
After they discovered Dallas was part of the Hale clan, Oran released his trust with a bonus and he brought the mom in and cleared her debts. He knew he could be a surrogate for Elmer but he wanted Dallas and his mom to know that all Hale’s weren’t like his dad. Dallas had taken his mom and stepdad to Founder’s Island Theme Park and was adamant about hitting all locations around the world.
I thought it was cute that he wants to be a big kid but Wyn thinks his little cousin is up to something. Either way, he’s already out of the country,
Caerwyn dips his head and nuzzles my neck. The soft bite of his cologne drives me to distraction when he’s close.
“You’re looking at me like you want to fuck.”
Wyn was whispering but Ramsey’s trained ears hear every damn thing. “Oh lord,” he grumbles with a head shake.
“Just ignore them. I do. Those two are damn rabbits. All they do is fuck.”
My face flushes but Caerwyn only chuckles and pulls me into a kiss. The slide of his tongue inside my mouth makes our company disappear until Berke speaks again.
“See what I mean? My little brother loses his virginity and now doesn’t know how to keep his dick in his pants.”
Wyn breaks our kiss with a chuckle. “Fuck you. I wasn’t a virgin before I got married, dumbass.”
I rest my head on Wyn’s shoulder and watch them do the brother thing. It’s cute although Berke’s only setting is asshole.
“Are you sure about that, mate? You’re like a teen who doesn't know what to do with his dick.”
“Or,” I interject. “Is it possible you’re sexually frustrated?”
Berke snorts. “Have you ever really just looked at me, sweetheart? Pussy falls in my lap. If anyone is sexually frustrated, it’s this princess,” he says as he jerks his head in Ramsey’s direction.