“Because there was no cause for it. She seemed perfectly fine. A little underdressed, but fine.” I kept my eyes where they belonged so Rocky didn’t kill me. If someone would have told me yesterday that I’d fall into the same trap as him, I would have said they’re nuts, but one minute with Lydia and I don’t have any intention of letting her go and will savage any fucker who tries to steal my girl.
“What? You saw my sister naked?” She crosses her arms under her chest. “You’re a pig. Is that why you’re after Lydia?”
“Like what you saw?” Lydia rolls her eyes. I think she’s joking, but from the jealous scowl she’s giving me, she’s seriously put out.
“It’s not like that,” I add.
“I don’t care what it’s like. I know what I don’t like, and right now that’s you. I’m not a replacement for my sister.”
I pull off to the side of the road and step out of the vehicle, ratcheting her door open with a little more force than necessary. I grip her wrist and then bark at her sister, “Stay.” Closing the door, I click the lock and pull Lydia to the rear of my vehicle, sitting her on the trunk.
“Listen, little girl. I’m about two seconds from bending you over and spanking that little ass of yours, so relax. I didn’t see your sister naked, but she was wearing his shirt. Now. Don’t say shit you don’t mean to me because I’m tempted to steal you away and break all sorts of laws to punish you for being a brat.”
“Like what?” Damn woman is trying to rile me up. Was she just playing me to see what I’d do?
“Kidnapping, tying you to our bed, and eating your pussy until you beg me to come.”
“I don’t believe the last part is a crime, although it should be.”
“So are you going to behave?”
“I don’t know…” I lose it and clasp my hand to the side of her face and slam my lips onto hers. She climbs me, attempting to get closer. I’m aching to fuck her right here, but the tapping on the glass reminds me that we’re not alone.
“Soon. When I get off, I’ll be getting you off,” I growl against her lips.
“Promises, promises.” She taps my chin before popping off the trunk and walking to the back door.
“Get in.” I open the door and then shut it once she’s seated.
Seconds later, we’re back on the road. “So that was a bit much, you two. I feel like a third wheel.”
“Sorry, Georgie,” Lydia says, pressing her head on Georgie’s shoulder. They both giggle, and I return my attention to the road as it gets a little narrow and dangerous with the low-hanging vegetation.
“Dang, this is the wilderness up here. No wonder she was taken by a mountain man. Hopefully he’s hot,” Georgie says while Lydia nods.
“We’re here,” I growl. Rocky’s good looking for sure. Suddenly, I regret bringing Lydia up here.
“Come on. Let us out. I want to get to my sister, dang it.” I take my time getting out of the car, teasing the women.
“Sheriff, come on—please hurry,” Lydia whimpers. My dick instantly hardens, imagining her asking for me to fill her with my cock. We march up to the door, or rather my woman does, and her sister and I follow quickly behind. She pounds like she’s a grown man instead of this itty-bitty thing. As soon as the door opens and a shirtless Rocky answers, Lydia’s lunging at him.
"Whoa. Hold on, Spunky." Swiftly, I pull her back and hold her in my arms, covering her fucking eyes from seeing Rocky like that. "Don't you got a fucking shirt to put on,” I bark out, glaring at the bastard.
“You’re lucky I have pants on. Now—who are you people, and why are you annoying me again, Marlowe?” I can’t blame him. The second I get Lydia alone, I don’t know if I’ll answer the door or phone at all.
“Lydia, Georgie, what are you doing here?” the infamous Darcy James asks.
“What the hell did I tell you?” Rocky bites out.
“I have clothes on.” The woman I met yesterday pushes past Rocky. “Here, put this on before I gouge my sisters’ pretty eyes out.” I can at least agree with the shirt, but I’ve got my woman’s eyes covered even though she still got a glimpse of him.
“Wow, okay. I feel like this is a wasted drama. Hot damn, sis, you did well.” I snarl at Rocky because the fucker is good looking, and I might be a tad bit bent out of shape about the chance of my girl gawking at him. It’s clear her sister likes what she sees. Fuck, most women would.
“Enough, Georgie. Lydia, come in and we can talk,” Darcy says.
“Relax, they don’t bite. Much.” Darcy attempts to grab my woman, but I’m not letting her go just yet. “You can let go of her, big boy,” she continues, but I ignore her since Lydia’s grinding her ass just lightly on my throbbing cock, telling me she doesn’t want to get out of my arms. “You okay, Lydia?”