Fat Cat Liar

I smile in triumph, knowing he’s stewing on his way back to the city.

“I wish you’d stop antagonizing him.”

“How did I antagonize him?” I attempt innocence.

“Lawson, you took every chance you could to provoke him.”

“Not true.”

“The extravagant presents, the public displays of affection, the multiple proposals—all of it was over the top. And don’t get me started on the abundance of New York Jets baby clothes.”

“He knows I was kidding about that.”

“Does he?” She scrunches her nose in disgust. “Even I didn’t find it funny.”

“Okay, maybe I had a good time messing with him, but he did install an electronic padlock on my door so I was trapped in every night.”

She blows out a breath and cradles her abdomen. “That’s it, little lime. The men in our lives are crazy. We’re running away.” She speaks to her stomach.

I step into her space and place my hand on hers. “I’ll find you, always.”

“Stalker.”

“I’ll own that with pride.”

“Only you.” Her lips twist as she tries not to smile.

“I’ll make you a deal. When we get back tomorrow, I promise to reel it in with Kevin.” This won’t be a hard promise to keep. Starting next week, Kevin will become my partner by helping me with the next steps in my grand plan. Without him, I’d be screwed.

She eyes me skeptically and nods, then her face transforms as she slips her hands from under mine and slides them up my chest and around my neck.

“We’re done talking about my dad.”

“Fine with me.”

She lifts on her toes and brings her mouth within a breath of mine. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Last time you had a surprise for me, it included being stuck with my dad and brother for four days.”

“I can assure you this one doesn’t include anyone but the two of us.”

My cock stirs at the raspy whisper, and I lean in, closing my eyes and brushing my lips along hers. “I’m intrigued.”

My eyes fly open when she yanks on my hand, causing me to stumble as she drags me from the room. I frown when she passes the staircase and leads me to the garage.

“Hell no, you want to go somewhere, we’ll take my truck.”

She ignores me, climbing into the golf cart and patting the seat beside her. “Trust me.” She uses my line with a shimmer in her eye and I relent easily.

“I’m driving.”

She smiles, scooting over and starting the ignition.

“We’re going to the cabin,” she instructs me when I round the house.

Her intentions become clear as she trails her fingers up my thigh, at the same time bringing her lips to my neck and kissing the skin below my ear. Her teeth nip lightly, and I swerve when her fingertips slide under my sweater and settle at the button of my jeans. Her nails scrape, circling and teasing me as my dick springs to life.

“Greer, if you don’t stop, I’m going to pull over.”