Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

“So, is that a yes?” he asks, pressing his hands together like he’s praying.

“It’s a maybe.” But inside, I know it’s a yes.

“We can play the hot lava game, and make a path of pillows and we can only step on the pillows when we leave the fort to go the bathroom or to get something to eat.”

“What happens if I fall off a pillow?”

He laughs and rubs his hands together like a mad scientist. “Then I get to come up with wonderful things that will make you scream.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

He shrugs. “Whatever way you prefer.” He licks his lips. “You liked it last night when I licked your pussy.” He makes the sign for “pussy” by making a triangle with his fingers and then licking down the center of it.

I shove his hands down in his lap. “Stop it!” I cry, glancing toward my driver.

He laughs and puts his arm around me, then kisses my forehead. “I did miss you when you were gone,” he says out loud.

This time when my heart pounds, it does it for a completely different reason. I lay my head on his shoulder and settle against him.

His phone goes off in his pocket and he pulls it out. Then his mouth falls open and he glares at me. “You told your sisters how big my dick is?”

“What?” I grab for his phone and read the text that just came in.

Josh: So I heard your dick is gargantuan and that you know how to use it. I guess things went well with Lark, huh?

I bury my face in my hands and groan. Then I look up. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Star must have told him.”

Ryan grins and kisses me quickly, and then starts typing into the phone.

I take it from him when he’s done.

Ryan: I can’t help it if your wife’s jealous because my dick is bigger than yours.

Another text comes in and Ryan laughs.

Josh: Dude, my wife likes my dick just fine.

Ryan (with me watching him type over his shoulder): Then why are you

texting me about the size of my dick?

Josh: Because that girl is like a sister to me, and if you hurt her, you and your gargantuan dick will soon be parted, because I’ll chop the fucker off. You feel me?

Ryan (after giving the front of his jeans a little pat for good measure): I don’t want to feel you. I do, however, UNDERSTAND you.

Josh: Good. Have fun today. Tell your mom I said happy birthday.

“He knows your mom?” I ask Ryan.

“She comes into the tattoo shop when we’re both there sometimes. She likes him. Says he’s funny.”

“I don’t think him texting you about personal stuff is very funny.”

“Are you kidding? That shit’s hilarious.”

I hide my face a little in shame and then look up at him. “I’m sorry I talked about our private stuff with my sisters.”

He kisses my forehead again. “It’s okay.”