Dirty Toe Drag (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 6)

Wes’s house is cute. Very modern, with dark furniture and a huge TV. He has a whole gaming unit and a gaming chair, but to my surprise, it’s super clean in here. His kitchen is small, with a bar and chairs, but no dining room. He has a spacious deck, though, that he has nothing on. He needs some plants and chairs. Maybe some lights.

“Oh, that’s right,” she says as I walk into his bedroom, checking it out. It’s as big as the other rooms combined, with a huge bed, an even bigger closet, and a downright killer bathroom. The shower is glass, and the tub is freestanding. I suddenly want to take a bath.

With Wes.

But we aren’t here for sexy time, apparently.

Maybe I can change that.

I shut off the light and head back into the living room. “I’ll be there.”

What she doesn’t know is that I have to be at Audrey’s at six, and then together, we’re heading to our house. Parties are usually at the Adlers’ house, but Mom insisted on having this one at ours.

“So, things are serious between you and Wes?”

I knew that was coming. “I think so.”

“Has he told Aiden yet? ’Cause Aiden hasn’t said anything, and I haven’t seen his mug shot.”

I snort. “Not yet. Probably when they’re on the trip.”

“Hopefully, it doesn’t slip out at the gender reveal. That would be tragic.”

I roll my eyes. “Who would let it slip, Mom?”

“Not us. Just saying. Wes looks at you like he worships you—it’s hard to ignore.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask, thinking that it totally isn’t. It’s over-the-top sweet in my opinion.

“Absolutely not. I wouldn’t want anything else, but I also want your brother to know. I think it’s taking too long, and he’s going to be pissed when he finds out.”

“I agree,” I say just as the door opens. “But it is what it is. Don’t worry about me.”

“That’s all I do. You’re my favorite.”

I laugh out loud as I stand, grinning widely at Wes. “Mom, we all know Aiden is your favorite. It’s cool. I’ll see you tomorrow. Wes just walked in.”

“Okay, love you. Use condoms.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you,” I say, laughing as I hang up. Wes’s lips turn up at the sides as he makes his way toward me. He’s wearing a very sexy, fitted red suit that looks fantastic with his coloring. His hair is wild, and he has a good deal of scruff on his face.

In other words, he’s fucking exquisite.

His eyes are dark as he pulls me into his arms, and I wish like hell I looked better. My hair is up in a bun, I’m wearing work clothes, and I probably smell like food. The look on his face, though, tells me he doesn’t give two shits. He just wants me. I don’t want to say I never noticed the way he looks at me—because I have, and it’s one of my favorite things about him—but his eyes are so possessive, it makes me hot everywhere.

But this isn’t a sexy-time sleepover.

Rude.

His lips come to mine, capturing them ever so quickly. He wraps me up so tightly in his arms, I lift up on my toes. I live for these kinds of kisses. I don’t get them much, and I feel as if he tries to control them around me. As if he wants to kiss me like this all the time but he doesn’t trust himself. As he tears his mouth from mine, his eyes are hooded, but the smile he wears is lethal.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” I say, grinning up at him. “Great game. Way to come back for the win.”

“Thanks. You’d be proud.”

“I am proud.”

“No. I mean, I had the chance to kick this guy’s ass, and I didn’t. I only slashed him.”

“Wow. Growth.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says, chuckling as he gathers me closer. “How’s your mom?”

“Nuts. As always,” I say, stroking my fingers through his scruff. “I like this. It’s hot.”

He shows me his teeth, gripping my ass and squeezing it. “I like this.”

“I bet you do,” I laugh as I lean into him.

“You tell her you were here?”

“I did. She doesn’t mind,” I add when his eyes widen. “Good kid, remember?”

He eyes me. “I feel this good-kid thing is a façade.”

I smirk. “Totally.” He kisses me again, and I slip my tongue into his mouth just to show him how naughty I can be. He dips me back, holding me close as he devours my mouth. This time, I pull back, looking deep into his eyes. “I love your house.”

“Thanks,” he says, kissing down my jaw. “It’s plain.”

“It is. Needs some decorations. I could help.”

“I would love that,” he murmurs against my ear, sucking on my lobe, and I feel like I’m drowning in lava. Everywhere is hot, and I’m shaking for him.

“I’m very confused here,” I moan, and he trails his lips up my jaw.