“I’m okay, baby,” she groans. “Some idiot came out of nowhere.” She places her head in her hands. “If Mia had been in the car?”
My flesh is on fire hearing mywean’sname. Chevelle looks up, eyes locking on mine. Swallowing hard, I warn myself to cool it. My nostrils flare, chest expanding. Anger comes deid natural to me. Playing the part back then, I assured Chevelle I could control it. Now, not so much. I feel like a bear left in a cage for ages and just now let out and into the woods.
The air around us grows humid, muggy.
Chevelle runs a silky palm over my stubble.
“Leith, forget I said that. Look at your face, baby. I’m fine, really.” She mumbles about thenuggetat Michie’s, how I flew off the handle.
If she only bloody knew.
“Ye’re not fine, Chevelle,” I snap.
I’d forgotten mybrathairsaccompanied me until Camdyn’s voice comes from behind. “Sis, you sure that you’re good?”
“She’s fine.” Brody clicks his tongue. “Look at the lass. She’s a strong woman.”
My wife offers my olderbrathaira pointed glare.
“See, Leith,ye married a fighter, a gorgeous warrioress.” He clears his throat as we all stare. “Now, ahem, we have those Dodger tickets.”
“Yup, those tickets.” Cam nods.
I shoot Brody a glare. He tosses it right back.
Chevelle takes my hand. “Baby, get up. Go have some fun with your brothers. You guys rarely get together.”
I shoot over my shoulder, “Nae. Brody, take one of yer hens.”
He runs a hand over a tuft of dark hair. “Ye want Cam to be a third wheel with me and one of my women?”
My wife pecks my lips. “Baby, go. You heard him. Save your little brother from debauchery. I’m fine.”
Camdyn sniffs. “Nice one, Chevelle. I’m not that impressionable.”
“Kiss the missus, Leith. She’ll be here when ye get home tonight.” Brody grips the back of my shirt and pulls me up.
“Alright.” I nod my head. Mybrathairsback away. I crouch back down in front of Chevelle as their footsteps recede toward the front door.
“Hen,ye were talking about staying up all night yesterday. We only have the weekends.”
“Yup. Promise you’ll wake me later and shred the sexy lingerie from my skin.” She licks her lips, palms roaming across my chest.
“Wear the red lace I love, hen. I’ll snatch it off ye right now.” Aroused, my cock stiffens in my pants.
“Yeah, I know. The lady at Vicky Secrets looked at me sideways for buying five pairs of the exact same lingerie. We may be on the last set.” She bites her bottom lip, and I taste the very same spot, placing my hand at the nape of her neck.
“Stop tempting me, Mr. MacKenzie.” Chevelle sighs, mouth pressed next to mine. “I knew that last name was the type of trouble a good girl like me doesn’t need.”
“Lass, ye got two choices. Sliding the lingerie off those hips yerself, or I shred it straight from yer dripping wet pussy.”
Her smile grows knowingly. Chevelle softens her next statement while her fingertips push me away softly. “Get behind me, Satan. Go out with your brothers. I’m doing it for Cam. Anytime he sets his iPhone aside is a win. Also, I can’t stand Brody, but, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you should spend some time with him.”
“I dinn—”
“I’m extending the olive branch to bitch-ass-Brody—”
“Hen—”