Sawyer:Shocking, but he’s got a point.
Becks:WTF is shocking about that?
Sawyer:He’s not answering us.
Becks:Fine. Don’t listen to me, asshole. It’s your funeral.
My brothers are morons. Becket is one of the top attorneys in the state, and Sawyer runs one of the most successful bars in the city. Yet somehow, they revert to children when a woman is involved.
When the bathroom door opens, Daphne’s long blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun sitting on top of her head. Her face has been washed clean, leaving no remnants of the smoky eye or red lips she had last night. She looks younger. Fresher. She looks fucking gorgeous, and my cock strains behind my zipper.
“Ready?” I place my palm at the small of her back and usher her out of the guesthouse and back up the stone path to the garage.
The sun is already sitting high in the sky, the warm rays licking my skin. I love summer. Always have. There’s something about the heat, the heaviness of the air, and the scent of the freshly cut grass. Growing up, it signified the few months during the year where we could be carefree. No school. Less responsibility. More fun. That may not be the case now, but the memories still linger with my love for the season.
We walk inside the large garage, and I grab my keys off the hook on the wall where we all keep our keys.
Daphne looks around, wide-eyed at the display of cars.
Hudson must be home because his jeep and Ashlyn’s SUV are both here. As are my cars.
“No Luka this morning?”
I shake my head, and Daphne eyes the Mercedes for a minute before moving to the convertible, excitement shining in her pale blue eyes. “Do you even know how to drive yourself or do I get to drive one of these pretties? If so, my vote’s the Vette.”
“Feeling feisty this morning?” I open the passenger side door of my 1960 cherry-red-and-white Corvette roadster and smack her delectable ass as she gets in. “Or were you hoping for a repeat of what we did in the backseat last night?”
When her cheeks grow hot, I’ve got my answer.
She liked what we did last night, and she liked the threat of being seen.
This little fact is going to be so much fun to explore.