She shrugs. “Nothing for today. I ran out of questions for you.”
“Sweet.” I drag her in close until her core presses against my tented shorts, bury my face in her hair, and nibble along her neck. “Where’s Jack?” I stroke her thighs. “Wanna show me your boobies?”
She smiles and extends her neck. “Maybe…”
“I’m here. Stop it.” Jack stomps into the room and sends Kit skittering off my lap until she lands inelegantly like an octopus out of water. Yep, that graceful baby giraffe is going to be my wife. “And I agree, pizza for the wedding. What time’s the fight?”
“Starts at five-thirty…”
He flops down onto the single recliner and swings his meaty leg over the side, while his sister rights her shorts and pretends she wasn’t just caught dry humping in the living room.
He knows what’s up. Which is why his eyes remain glued to the TV and not us. “Sweet. Who’s coming?”
“Everyone. And apparently Iz is bringing a date.”
His gaze finally meets mine with a sneer. No one’s happy about her new dating life. Not justnot happy,either, we’re fucking raging. Iz is way too young to be dating anyone.
“She’s too young to be dating.”
I don’t even laugh at his words, or the fact he’s three years younger than her. He’s right. She’s twenty. Barely. Still a baby. Fuck this guy who thinks he’s good enough for my sister.
“His name’s Ben.” Kit sits up properly and huffs out an attitude filled grunt. “And you boys better be nice. Give him a chance. She’s not your baby sister anymore, she’s a grown woman, and she’s smart. She has it under control.”
Bullshit. On both counts. She’s my baby sister, and though she may legally be an adult, she doesn’t need to have anything under control, because we’ll do it for her.
Kit’s warning doesn’t affect either of us. She scares me in a million ways on a million different levels, but on this, she has no effect. I look to Jack, and in a telepathic discussion only the two of us can hear, he nods.
We’re not really okay with this, are we?
I shake my head instantly.Fuck no!
Good. We’ll get rid of him.
I nod.Yeah, we will. Kick his bitch ass outta here.
He’s probably a jobless bum.
We’ll fix this. Then he can be a jobless, girlfriend-less bum. Elsewhere.
He turns back to the TV as Kit glances between us with narrowed eyes. I don’t miss his small nod.Deal.
* * *
A couple hours later, car doors slam out front and voices make their way up the porch stairs. Our group easily let themselves in our front door with arms full of food and drinks. I step into the foyer in time to catch Tink struggling through with an arm load of girly stuff… bags, shoes, outfits.
“Hey, B. Help me out?”
“Sure.” I take the surprisingly heavy load, drop a kiss on the top of her head, and walk back to the living room. “What’s all this?”
“For Iz.” She follows me in and drops her bag on the floor. “She asked me to bring some stuff over for her date tomorrow night.”
“Ugh.” I drop the whole lot on the couch and step back as though they were disease ridden needles. “You made me carry hooker heels for my baby sister? What the fuck is the matter with you, T?”
“Don’t drop them!” She smacks my stomach and pushes me back. “Jesus, Bobby. If I wanted them on the floor, I could have carried them in myself.”
Jimmy steps in and stops curiously. “Hey, what’s going on?” He steps forward and picks up a pair of strappy heels that some guy for sure fucked Tink in at some point in her life. “These are hot as shit.”
“Those are hooker heels for Iz’s date,” I spit out.