Crank (The Gibson Boys 1)

Giggling, I watch her disappear through the doors. “She’s one of a kind.”

“That she is,” Walker says, his voice hot against my ear. He burrows his face into the crook of my neck and presses a sweet kiss in the bend. “And so are you.”

My heart flutters, the smile on my lips that’s been there for the last few weeks growing even wider. I place my hands on top of his at my stomach and just melt into him. “How long do we have to stay here?”

“You wanting round three?” he grins against my skin.

“Yes,” I breathe, flushing.

His hand slips from under mine. It slides down my stomach, over the top of my jeans, until his palm is lying just above my clit. The pressure incites every nerve ending in my body to fire and I wiggle, needing more contact.

“I can feel how hot you are through your jeans,” he growls against my cheek. “Damn it, girl.”

Rotating my hips, digging my ass into his lap, his cock pushes back. “That,” I almost moan, “is hot.”

“Will you two stop it?” Lance snorts as he walks back in with two pieces of pie. “You shouldn’t be fornicating at Nana’s table.”

“My dick is in my pants. Sadly,” Walker points out, his fingers tapping against the denim between my legs.

“I’m eating this,” Lance says, scooping up a chunk of chocolate pie, “and then I’m off to get my dick out of my pants.”

“Nobody wants to hear that,” Walker laughs.

Clenching my legs together to keep his hand in place, I try to refocus. “Who are you meeting?” I ask Lance.

“Nerdy Nurse.” His fork pauses mid-air. “Sounds like a good time to me.”

“You don’t even know her name?” Walker asks.

“I don’t need her name to fuck her,” Lance shrugs, shoveling more pie into his mouth. “I just want to get off, and by the look of the messages she just sent me, she is up for the challenge.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Cringing, I grab a napkin and hand it to him. “You aren’t eating with her, are you? Because that’s a huge turn off.”

“He won’t be eating with her,” Machlan chuckles, coming back into the room. “Eating her, maybe.” He switches his attention to me. “Did you get the design contract you were after?”

I wriggle until Walker sighs and releases me from his clutches. Just thinking about the job I just landed keeps me from sitting still. It’s driving Walker crazy that I’m up all night playing with designs, colors, and fabrics, but I can’t help it.

“I did,” I almost coo. “I’m so excited. I’ll have to make it my sole focus for the next six months or so and will probably even have to go to Los Angeles once or twice to meet with the owners and get a good feel for what they’re after. But this is so, so exciting. I’m in heaven.”

“Too bad she’s not saying that about your bedroom,” Machlan says, looking at Walker.

“Oh, that’s beyond heaven,” I say, moving behind Walker and laying my arms across his wide shoulders. “That’s perfection.”

Lance’s phone chimes. It takes him all of two seconds to get his plate on the table and the device in front of his face. “It’s been fun, but I gotta run,” he says, not looking up. “Holy shit. She can do that?”

“Let me see,” Machlan says, craning his neck. “If there’s anything left of her, I’ll have a shot of that.”

“There won’t be.” Lance gives us a little salute and disappears into the kitchen, Machlan on his tail.

We watch them move past the windows on their way to their cars, Walker reaching up and taking my hand. He holds it reverently, kissing the top.

There’s something meaningful about the moment, but I don’t quite understand what.

“You okay?” I ask softly, laying my cheek on top of his head.

“Just thinking you’re still here.”

“Should I be anywhere else?”

“Is that a loaded question?” he chuckles, urging me around the chair so I’m sitting on his lap again. “Thank you.”

Gazing into his sweet, brown eyes, I smile. “For what?”

“For being you. For being here.” He holds me, cuddles me so close that I can barely breathe. “I have one request though.”

“I’m not into anal.”

His chest bounces as he laughs. “I heard you last night.”

“Good. Because I was serious.” Pulling away, I can’t keep the grin off my face.

“Dave was in yesterday and he thanked me for not charging him for the catalytic converter Peck put in his truck.”

“Oh,” I say, trying to get off his lap. “Not where I thought this was going.”

We both look up as Peck walks in. He stops as soon as he enters. “I’m coming in the middle of something, aren’t I?”

“You need to go,” I say, shooing him away.

“Stick around,” Walker offers. “Pull up a seat.”

Peck laughs and takes a step back. “I definitely want to go now.”