Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Austin gapes at his best friend before whacking him up the side of the head. “Don’t say shit like that to my little sister. What the fuck, man?”
I can barely contain my laughter. If only he knew what else he liked to say to me. Hell, if only he knew the kinds of things he’s done to me, all the different positions he’s bent me into, and the way he’s shoved that big, delicious co—
Izaac’s laughter cuts off my train of thought, and I quickly turn back toward my bags before the blush gets a chance to sneak into my cheeks. “Alright, both of you get out. I’ve got magic to make.”
Austin scoffs. “I’ve got pizza waiting for when you fuck it up.”
“And I’ve got a girthy twelve-inch pink dildo that I’ll ram right up your ass,” I throw back at him. “After all, it must be lonely for Izaac up there. I’m sure he could use the company.”
Izaac visibly swallows, his face twisting. “I suddenly feel very uncomfortable.”
“Me too,” Austin mutters. “Should I be clenching my asshole like this?”
I grin wide, and with that, the boys stride out of the kitchen, muttering to each other, and I can only assume that muttering has a lot to do with shit-talking me, but it’s fine. It wouldn’t be a family lunch without the three of us getting under each other’s skin.
Finally free to get to work, I start unloading all the bags before making my world-class famous spaghetti and meatballs, because let’s face it, it’s the only thing I’m a little competent in making. Actually, come to think of it, I really don’t know how I’ve survived all of college living alone.
Austin, Izaac, and Dad make their way out back and stand on the deck, looking out over the view with beers in their hands. They’re just in front of the kitchen window, and I can’t help but notice the way Izaac discreetly watches me. Every step I take, his dark gaze tracks, only looking away when Austin holds his attention.
My heart races, and I absolutely love it. This right here could be our forever, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
The food is almost done, and I’m pretty confident that I’m not going to poison everybody, but hell, if I did, I’d definitely choose Austin to be the lucky winner to reap the rewards of that particular gift. I start digging out all the plates and cutlery before dashing over to the walk-in pantry to find Mom’s fancy saltshaker. If Austin wants to hit us with some kind of announcement, then surely we can use the fancy saltshakers.
Stepping into the pantry, my gaze shifts over the shelves while cursing Mom for always reorganizing her kitchen. I swear, ever since Austin and I moved out, she has occupied her time by doing ridiculous things like flipping her house around. She must get a sick satisfaction out of the way Dad can never find anything and always asks her for help. I guess it’s kind of sweet.
Finding the saltshaker on one of the top shelves, I push up onto my tippy toes and reach for it just as the walk-in pantry plunges into darkness. I gasp as a big body presses into me and a set of warm hands falls to my waist. I’m whipped around, and before a smile can even stretch across my lips, Izaac’s lips are on mine.
He kisses me deeply, and I melt into him, every nerve in my body on edge until I remember where the hell we are and shove him off me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I whisper-yell. “You’re gonna get us caught.”
He goes to step into me again, and I shove my hand against his strong chest and have to force myself not to spread my fingers and feel the tight ridges of his pecs beneath his shirt. I mean, would it really hurt if I just felt them for a second?
Shit.
“Slow your roll, Cowboy. We’re not doing this here.”
“Come on,” he groans. “I bet I could make you come before anyone even realizes we’re gone. It’ll be the perfect appetizer to whatever the fuck you’re trying to make in here.”
“First off, my spaghetti and meatballs are going to be amazing. And second, I’m not doubting that you can get me off that quickly. In fact, we both know damn well how fast you can make me come, but it’s not happening in my mother’s pantry,” I tell him. “And while we’re on the topic of inappropriate things that Izaac Banks likes to do, can you at least attempt to not make it so obvious?”
“That’s all part of the fun, Birdy. Doesn’t it get you hot knowing we could be sprung at any moment?” he questions. “Besides, Austin’s too preoccupied sexting Becs to even take notice of what we’re doing.”