She's right. He doesn't. But I don't know why. "We invite people to join all the time. He's probably in a mood."
"Okay." She drags her fingers down my back. "You feel good against my hands."
I let my voice drop an octave. "Yeah?"
"That too. Later." She presses her palm against my lower back. "Turn around. I'll get your chest."
I do. "I'll return the favor."
Her lips press into a smile. "I'm already covered."
"Cruel."
She laughs as she spreads sunscreen over my pecs. "I do what I can." Her eyes stay on her work. She's thorough. Methodical. She finishes one area and checks it over before moving on to the next.
Her brow furrows. Her lips turn down.
She's still upset.
It can't all be Dean.
But what the hell is it?
She looks up at me. "Done."
"I'll have to make it up to you somehow."
Her blush is slight. "You will." She moves closer.
I slide my arm around her waist. Press my palm into her lower back. "Come here."
She rises to her tiptoes and presses her lips to mine.
My other hand goes to her hair. I hold her head against mine as I slide my tongue into her mouth.
Her fingers curl into my skin.
She jumps backward as a honking horn cuts through the air.
That's Brendon's car parked on the other side of the street. He's standing in front of the driver's seat shaking his head. Dean's leaning over the center console, his hand on the steering wheel, his eyes on me and Iris.
Fucking asshole.
Usually, I don't mind Dean's antics. They're pretty entertaining. But right now, I don't have energy for this shit. I'm spending all of it keeping Sabrina out of my thoughts.
Iris pulls her arms over her chest. Taps the sunscreen against her hip.
Brendon shoots me a what's wrong with him look.
I shrug. Hell if I know.
Dean steps out of the car. "Didn't realize we were heading to the gun show." He pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it on the passenger seat.
"Your sweat isn't stinking up my car," Brendon says.
"There's no sweat. I just put it on." He motions to the garment. "Smell it."
"No thanks." Brendon moves around the car to push the passenger door closed. He clicks the electronic lock. "You two ready?"