I chuckle, trying not to let a full belly laugh out because I don’t think he’d be impressed, plus I’d probably end up coughing as my throat hasn’t completely healed. Clearing my throat, I say, “I can understand that so what about ‘wicked?’ Instead of saying ‘you’re sweet’ I could say ‘you’re wicked,’ although it doesn’t describe the situation well because you really are sweet.”
That’s it, I can’t hold my laughter in anymore, and end up having tears streaming down my face. He is so easy to tease. There is no other word to describe him sometimes, other than sweet, although he does do wicked things to me with his mouth and other parts of his body.
“You need to stop, Callie. Right now.”
Of course that makes me laugh harder, even the threat of my throat hurting like crazy later doesn’t stop me. I feel him swerve to the side, hit the brakes, unclip his seatbelt and then his mouth is on mine. Hot and possessive. Wet and hard. Dirty and sinful.
Seconds from climbing onto his lap, he pulls his lips from mine, albeit reluctantly. “You drive me totally crazy.”
“Mmm.” My brains turned to mush. “Can you do that again?”
I close my eyes in pleasure as he caresses my face. “I’d love nothing more than kissing you again, but I’m kind of worked up so I’m thinking it’s going to be best if we carry on to the apartment.”
Glancing at his groin I see what he means. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
~ * ~
The sound of Donovan shouting in the apartment is what greets us as Reece pushes the door open. “You need to go home, Mara and get outta my hair. I don’t want you here and all you’re going to do is cause problems for Reece.”
This isn’t good and if the poor girl has a crush on Donovan then his words will break her heart.
I push past a frozen Reece and walk into the apartment. They both freeze and turn to me, Donovan looking pissed and Mara looks like she is ready to burst into tears. But she pulls herself together and proceeds to ignore Donovan, who keeps looking at her. Is he trying to catch her eye? I don’t know Donovan that well, apart from the sex thing, but it looks like he either regrets his words to her or he regrets Reece and me hearing them.
As no one seems ready to break the silence, I move forward and sit beside Mara on the sofa. “Hi, I’m Callie. You’re brother’s girlfriend.”
Her eyes widen. “That’s a first… Its…”
“Don’t be a bitch, Mara,” Reece growls, and I notice Donovan tense. Hmm.
Mara takes a deep breath and ignoring her brother looks back to me. “I was about to say, it’s nice to finally meet the girl whose managed to capture my brother, but now, although it’s still nice to meet you, are you sure you can’t do better than him?”
I glance to Reece who looks ready to bust a gasket. “There isn’t anyone better than my guy.”
“Okay, Mara. What’s going on? Why are you here instead of at home with Mom?” Reece asks her pacing back and forth in front of us.
“I want to go to college here. I’ve spoken with the college back home and they’ve emailed all my files, or whatever, to the college here. So, I’m all set. All I need is somewhere to live,” she announces this so quickly I’m hoping Reece followed the gist of what she said because I don’t think she’s going to want to repeat it.
“You can’t stay here with Donovan and me, plus Callie is moving in with me.” He shakes his head.
“Why can’t I move in here? You have a sleeper sofa. What’s the problem?” she asks looking so innocent.
I hide my grin behind my hand.
“I might be your brother, but Donovan is no relation and the last thing I want is to find you in his bed. For god’s sake, Mara he’s eight years older than you, there is no way you can stay here.”
“Now wait a minute,” Donovan interrupts not looking happy, “Yeah, I’m eight years older than her, but there is no way she’ll ever be found in my bed. She’s like a sister. What’s happened to trust?”
“Fuck.” Reece is still pacing and now he’s rubbing his neck in frustration. “I’m sorry,” he says to Donovan.
“I need to calm down,” he tells the room in general before looking back at his sister. But you can tell he’s losing his steam as he stares at his deflated sister. “Stay here for now, but we’ll talk tomorrow when I’m not so tired and I expect you to talk and not shout as well. Donovan can referee.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Hoping this confrontation is over with for today, I stand and walk to Donovan who hugs me, and whispers, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” I whisper back.