Touch Me (Hart of Stone Family 5) - Page 15

“That’d be her. Anyways, lumped you into the person you were in your early twenties, worried you’d walk away from Montana. It wasn’t my place; I should have kept my mouth shut and been happy for you. I am, Asa, so fucking happy for you and her.” I’m thankful as hell my brother isn’t going in deep.

“Different times back then, I get it. I knew the second I had Montana, she was it for me. One look, and I was all in. Now, back to your issue with Kelsey. How you gonna bring her to the Hart state of mind?” Always a play on our last name with all of us.

“Not sure. Just had her beneath me, then she sent me on my way, claiming she was tired and we’d get together again.” I’m pretty sure Asa is falling out of his chair in laughter with how hard he’s laughing.

“You know, you’re really an asshole,” I grumble through the speaker phone. Fucking hate the stupid Bluetooth hooked up in this vehicle. Spent all this money on the bells and whistles just to have an echo surrounding me.

“It’s a family trait, clearly. I’m thinking you might have to pull out the charm with this. I’ll say one thing: that woman of yours, she’ll fit well within our clan.” I’m not even sure I know what it means to date Kelsey. One thing’s for sure: I’m going to try like hell to make something work out between us.

“It’s been real. See you soon, brother.” I’m thinking if I can talk Kels into another weekend away, maybe, just maybe, I can hammer some shit out with her, even if that means admitting my past.

“Don’t be a stranger, dick.” He hangs up. When my phone clicks off, I’m tempted to turn my SUV around to go back and claim my woman, even if that means tying her to the bed in order for her to let me get a word in edgewise.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

kelsey

“Emily!” I barge through the store, needing my sister. I’m completely fucked. How does she manage to hit it and quit it? My emotions are all over the place. Was I a coward last night when I stayed in my room until I was sure Deke was done and dressed? Yes. Did I also text my sister and ask her to give me advice? Hell fucking yes. Though, the doubts plaguing my mind have me wanting to call, text, or email him. That’s how good he was. I’m talking toe-curling, hair-tingling, body-trembling amazing. And that thing he did to my ass… I want so much more of the man who can be a dick one minute but absolutely amazing the next.

“Where’s the fire, hooker?” Where I’m dark like our father, Emily is all light like sunshine like our mother. The one thing we’re blessed with is our mother’s figure, thank goodness. Dad is a barrel of a man, and I couldn’t imagine having his height as well as his structure.

“Can’t you come up with a new line already? I need you to take my phone, get it out of my hands before I do something stupid like respond to Deke’s text.” I throw my phone her way, praying she catches it because I have no time and zero patience to have to order a new one or deal with the phone store today.

“You gave him head, didn’t you? I told you not to do that! Men don’t ramble and scramble when you do that, you know.” My phone is safe in her back pocket. Emily’s hands are on her hips, foot tapping. She’s raring to go.

“It didn’t get that far, though if I didn’t open my mouth like you said, I probably would along with another couple of orgasms added to the two Deke ripped from my body.” I look around the boutique, seeing that she has everything ready, so all we have to do is open. You know, minus my man drama.

“Oh shit, multiple? Why didn’t you say that last night through text! I would have told you to let him spend the night.” I watch as Emily pulls my phone out of her back pocket of her mom jeans, tight in the waist but baggy throughout the leg. Add the cute multicolor crop top, espadrilles, and she’s a walking billboard for our store, and beautiful to boot. “You need to text him back. Do not leave him on delivered. Get your orgasms, play it safe, but sister, that shit does not come easy.”

“You think?” Her hand is already out, and I take my phone from her.

“If I were you, yes, definitely. Twice, and he was only there an hour. If you don’t respond, I’ll do it for you.” I grab my phone out of her grasp so fast, you could call me Lightning McQueen. My sister has zero filter, and I bet she’d text out the boob style along with the tongue, then throw an eggplant in the mix.

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