Can't Tie Me Down! (Sinclair Sisters 1)

“Aye. It was a good plan.”

Mairi smiled up at the ceiling as Keir lifted his body weight onto his straightened arms. How he had the energy to move even that much, she didn’t know.

“Next time, I won’t let you get the better of me.”

Her exhausted girl parts came to life at the threat, and Mairi mentally told them to get a grip. They’d had their fun. Now it was time to let her head take control again. For a second, she thought she heard them whine in complaint.

Keir pressed a dizzying kiss to her lips before he climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. As soon as the view of his gorgeous backside disappeared, Mairi fell asleep, with her legs hanging off the bed.

Chapter 16

Mairi woke the following morning to the sound of her bedroom door crashing open.

“Keir?” someone shrieked. “You’re naked. You’re in bed with Mairi. You’re both naked. I need to wash my eyes out with soap.”

Agnes was home.

The door slammed shut again, but Agnes wasn’t finished shouting. “Get your backsides out here. We’ve got another problem.”

Mairi struggled to sit up, but Keir’s weight kept her plastered to the bed. They were tangled together in a bed meant for one, and Mairi had somehow ended up under someone who was double her weight. It was a miracle she hadn’t suffocated in her sleep.

“Get off me.” With a massive shove, she managed to topple his bulk out of the bed, and he landed on the floor with a thump.

“That was uncalled for,” he grumbled. “It’s nine o’clock. We overslept. Hamish will be wondering where I am.”

Mairi wrestled with the sheets that were tangled around her legs, tying her to the bed. Eventually, she managed to get her feet free and threw them over the edge—only to have them land on Keir’s stomach.

“Oomph!” He grabbed her ankles before she could try to find the floor again. “I’ll move. I don’t want your feet landing on my balls.”

“Hurry up about it,” Mairi snapped.

Her hair was everywhere, and she fought to get it off her face, out of her mouth and away from her eyes. Why hadn’t she tied the unruly mop up before she fell asleep? The answer loomed in front of her, naked and very much aroused.

“Put that away before you take somebody’s eye out,” she said.

“I don’t remember that attitude last night. I remember somebody hanging on to my dick like it was a joystick and I was their favorite game.”

He grabbed his jeans and stepped into them as Mairi looked around for something to tie up her hair. There were days when shaving her head seemed like a really good idea, and this was turning into one of them.

“Go make coffee,” she told Keir. “I need coffee.”

“Get out of there!” Agnes shouted.

“Where’s the coffee?” Mairi shouted back.

“You are a Gorgon in the morning.” With a shake of his head, Keir shrugged into his t-shirt and walked out of the bedroom with his feet still bare.

“You had sex with my sister.” Mairi heard Agnes as soon as Keir left the room.

“It’s none of your business,” Mairi called out, wishing their apartment wasn’t so small that she could hear every damn word her control-freak sister said.

“She had sex with me,” Keir said, and Mairi groaned.

“How could you do this now?” Agnes demanded. “When she’s under stress and vulnerable?”

“I am not vulnerable,” Mairi shouted. “But I am pissed off that there isn’t a mug of coffee in my hand.”

“You calm her down,” Keir said, sounding resigned. “I’ll make coffee.”