“Keep your clothes on like the rest of the sane brothers,” she said.
“Not a chance when it puts a smile on your face.”
“You both got into a fight at the bottom of the hill because Chase thought you touched his junk, and you both ended up with hypothermia for Christmas,” she said.
“Well, at least I had the upper hand in that fight. Nailed him right in the dick.”
Kyra almost spit out her beer, she was laughing so hard, and her voice filled me with a warmth that tugged at my balls and rattled my spine.
“You were a scrawny eleven-year-old with a taste for puffing out your little chest,” she said. “Chance was almost twenty, and he was built like a brick house.”
“Yeah well, that just means I’m still young and spry while he’s old and wilting away with his salt and pe
ppered hair,” I said.
She rolled her eyes at me before she took another swig of her beer, and I took the chance to leap into action. I set my beer down onto the kitchen table and lunged at her, my hands dancing all along her stomach and her sides while she giggled and jolted.
“You think you can roll your eyes at me and get away with it?” I asked, smiling.
“Ethan! No! You know I hate this!”
“Apologize,” I said.
“Never,” she said, laughing.
“Apologize!”
The both of us were laughing hysterically, and soon, she collapsed into my arms. I caught her and held her, feeling her chest panting against my arms as I held her closely to me. I couldn’t believe how good she felt. How the excess of her breasts pressed into me while her toned stomach taunted my pelvis. I wanted to hold her like this forever… hold her the way I knew that asshole ex of hers wasn’t.
But the moment was ruined when Chance strolled into the room.
“No wonder the beers are late,” Chance said. “Owen only brought the first four.”
Kyra stepped out of my arms at that very moment, and that was when I noticed it. The rose gold locket around her neck.
“That’s a beautiful necklace,” I said. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh,” she said. “Owen gave it to me.”
I nodded slowly before my eyes darted over to Chance.
“Do you want to talk about your breakup?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said. “She doesn’t wanna talk about it.”
“That’s right,” Kyra said. “So, thanks for addressing me like I’m not here.”
“That’s right, Ethan,” Chance said. “Kyra can speak for herself.”
“The fuck did you say to me?” I asked.
“I said, Kyra is a grown-ass woman and can speak for herself.”
“If you don’t recall, you’re the one that busted in here and rudely ruined the conversation I was having with Tinkerbell. So, if you’d like to grab your libation and back out, that’d be nice.”
I watched Chance cock an eyebrow into the air, and I had to admit I was glad I rendered him speechless. The last thing I wanted to do was fight him again over something stupid while Kyra was standing here.
I was enjoying my time with her, and I wasn’t ready to share her yet.