“Oh. Okay.” I looked over at B. That’s what she was doing in here? Picking out colors for the house I was building. Was that weird? Was that too soon for her? She wanted to take things one step at a time. I’m pretty positive that designing a house for us to live in is a step numbered in the thousands.
Bryan walked over to the desk and picked up a handful of colored squares of paper. Color swatches? Is that what those were called? “Here are two different choices.” She spread them out on the desk. “You can either go with these grays or these beiges. Then everything will be neutral and you can be bolder with lighting and furniture.”
“Uh…the beigggge—” I saw both Lexi and Bryan start to wince. “Ggggray. I choose the gray.”
Bryan smiled. “Good choice.”
“Thanks. Cabinets and countertops are next, Baby Dil.” Lexi grabbed the swatches off the desk and started toward the door. “You guys can get back to sucking face. Although, unless you are ready to announce to the family that you are now ‘more than friends,’ I’d shut the door.” She winked over her shoulder as she walked out.
“Did she just call me Baby Dil?”
I sat on the bed and pulled Bryan between my legs. “Lex loves a bad nickname.” I slid my hands up her sides, stopping my thumbs against the underside of her breasts. “Now, where were we?”
She smiled and moved toward me a fraction of an inch. “Were we about here?”
“No, doll, I think we were a little closer than this.” I reached up, fisting my hands in her beautiful hair and tugging her closer to me. Within seconds I was caught up in her again. Lost in the feel of her mouth on mine, her hair in my hands. She climbed on my lap, straddling me and making me want to toss her on the bed and bury my face between her legs. That was second-date material, right?
“Really? What did I just tell you two?”
I pulled back a second time, shooting Lexi an annoyed-as-hell look. “Why are you still watching, creeper?” Bryan climbed off my lap, but I held her hip to keep her from going too far.
“I’m not still watching, I forgot to tell Bryan we have a Skype call with the GC on Monday morning.” Lexi rubbed her hands on her belly, a serious look on her face. “And also, I won’t say anything to Dylan, about what I saw. Twice. But I won’t lie to her either.”
I stood, wrapping my arms around Bryan’s chest and pressing my hard-on against her ass. I didn’t really know what to say. Luckily, it didn’t look like Lex expected me to say anything at all. She turned and walked out without another word.
Bryan leaned her head back. “Is that a pistol in your pocket? Or are you just really fucking horny?”
I snorted. “You are perfect for me, you know that?” I spun her around. “You want to tell your sister?”
“Not really. Is that okay with you?” She rested her forehead against my chest. “I’m just not ready to deal with anyone else’s opinions.”
I reached down and squeezed her ass. “It’s okay with me. We can tell her whenever you’re ready.”
“Are my doughnuts downstairs?”
I chuckled. “Yes, Landry got you ones with sprinkles.”
Bryan held on to my hand and pulled me toward the door. “Hey. Speaking of Landry, I wanted to talk to you a little bit about some activities for her this summer.”
“Okay, sure. Tonight? After she’s asleep?”
She nodded. “It’s a date. Now let’s get downstairs before I let you have your way with me and ruin all my steps.” I looked longingly at the bed, my bottom lip out in a pout.
I put one hand on the back of her neck and steered her out the room and down the stairs. “Don’t tempt me, baby doll.” When we got downstairs I found Landry on the couch with a book balanced on her lap. It seemed like that girl spent a lot of her free time reading. Which I assumed was a parent’s dream come true. Although I wouldn’t mind if she wanted to pick up a guitar and give that a try too. Lexi was sitting next to her, her legs on the ottoman and her laptop open. Dylan was in the recliner thumbing through some kind of house magazine. “Where is all the testosterone? Dagger isn’t even in here.”
Lexi and Dylan both answered, “Studio.” At the same time.
“The studio? It’s Saturday!” I left the girls to go search for my bandmates. When I descended the steps I expected to see papers all over the place, chewed pen caps, instruments out, and a giant pot of coffee. We used to use coke to keep us awake. Those days were long gone. Instead, Smith was lying on the floor asleep, Dash was on the couch looking at something on his phone, and Luke was playing on the PS3 I’d left down here yesterday. “What are y’all doing? Because you sure as hell ain’t working.”
Dash tilted his head back toward me. “Lexi wanted me to help her pick out bedding.” He winced. “I didn’t want to spend my Saturday looking at sheets.”
Luke shrugged. “It’s dark and quiet down here, I’m hung over.”
I pointed to our bassist. “And that one?”