“Bullocks. Don’t think we haven’t caught on to the glances you’ve been giving each other. Not to mention the little things you’ve been doing for her that are completely out of character for you,” Aiden chimes in.
I could lie and tell them it’s really nothing, but they’ll find out sooner or later—preferably sooner if Abigail stops being so damn stubborn.
“We’ve had a few nights when we’ve enjoyed each other’s company,” I tell them non-committedly. “That’s all.”
“That’s not all. If it was, you wouldn’t have bothered switching around your schedule so you could make it here. In fact, you didn’t even plan on coming until you knew Abigail would be here this weekend,” Donovan says, pursing his lips, obviously not believing me.
It’s true. When I thought it was only going to be the two couples, I had no interest in coming. But when he told me a few days later that Abigail was going to be joining them, I rearranged my schedule to be here.
Taking a deep breath, I blow it out and lean farther into the plush sofa.
“Fine, you’re right. I hoped spending time together would soften her up, and we could finally get past whatever hang-ups she has about making sure no one knows we’ve been sleeping together. That woman is stubborn as hell and still insists that no one find out.”
“Would that have anything to do with how you two met or your not-so-stellar reputation?” Aiden asks.
“I don’t know… maybe. She insists she doesn’t want it to be awkward if we don’t work out, but I think there’s more to the story.” What, I have no idea, but I’m determined to get her past it.
“Whatever you do, brother, be careful,” Donovan warns. “That’s Kasey and Lindsey’s best friend. Shit, she’s more than that to them. If you hurt her in any way, those two will have your balls.”
I nod in agreement. Like he needed to tell me that.
“Listen to your brother,” Aiden tells me. “I would hate to have to dispose of your body once Lindsey was done with you. I’ve just started to like you.” He gives me a small smile and slaps my knee before standing. “I’m knackered myself. Good night.” Turning, he heads to his room.
“Well, that wasn’t ominous or anything,” I mumble, turning toward my brother.
“Trust me when I tell you, you should be more concerned about what those girls will do to you if you hurt their honorary sister than anything Aiden would do.” He chuckles and stands. “I’m going to bed.”
I wave him off, then close my eyes and lean my head back to rest on the couch. Remembering the nights Abigail and I spent together, I smile. Yeah, I’m willing to take my chances.
It’s late, but I haven’t been able to sleep. There’s a light knock at my door, and Abigail peeks her head in.
“Did I wake you?” she asks softly.
I sit up in bed and shake my head. “No, come in.”
She carefully makes her way inside the room as the door shuts with a soft click behind her. Gliding over to me, she sits on the edge of my bed as I scoot over to make room for her. Her eyes trace the smooth lines of my naked chest before she subtly shakes her head, and her gaze meets mine.
“I need to ask you a question. I’ve noticed some of my favorite things on this trip.” She quirks a brow. “Same as I noticed when we went to Club Noir last month.”
I smile as the memories of that night dance through my head—not about her at the club but what happened when I took her home.
“Jackson?” she prompts.
“I wanted you to have things around you that make you happy,” I reply softly as my fingers graze the ends of her soft red locks.
Energy crackles between us, and before I have a chance to ask her what she’s thinking about, her lips slam into mine. When she pulls away from the kiss, I see the decision in her eyes.
“Fuck it,” she breathes out.
Leaning up and grabbing her by the back of the neck, I pull her to my mouth and taste the wine she drank at dinner.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispers against my lips.
I lay back as Abigail throws one of her thighs over me and straddles my hips. I quickly relieve her of her soft, button-down shirt before pulling her back to my mouth. The feel of her hard nipples against the smooth skin of my chest has my entire body on fire. Tracing my lips down her neck to her collarbone, I nip her sensitive flesh.
“Red, I need to be inside you,” I growl into her throat.
Her sensual moans fill the otherwise silent room, and I take it to mean she’s on board with my plan. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grab the strip of condoms I brought from home, hoping this is where we ended up. The movement gives her the opportunity to shuck out of her pajama bottoms, then she drags my pajamas and underwear down my legs and throws them to the floor before straddling my hips again. We’re a naked, writhing mess, and it’s perfect.