I was about to tell her that when the door to the garage opened and Drew stepped in. The second he was in my sight, my eyes swept over his body, assessing and making sure he was definitely okay.
He was looking sexy in my sweats, uncombed hair, and a coffee in hand. His blue stare found mine first, and I felt something click inside me, back into place where it belonged. That’s how I felt when we weren’t together, like a piece of me had shaken loose and was missing.
Nova was bouncing around in my arms at the sight of her favorite uncle.
“There’s my favorite girl!” he said, grinning at her.
Arrow walked into the house behind him, carrying an identical coffee. Surprise shot through me. So that’s whose voice I heard.
Arrow appeared out of his comfort zone and like he wasn’t sure where to look. Drew gave me a meaningful look, and I understood. For whatever reason, this kid had grown on Drew. I understood why; he was sort of like a stray without a home that just needed someone to adopt him.
Yeah, I knew he had Lorhaven.
Maybe the guy wasn’t as bad as I originally thought, but I still didn’t like him.
“What’s up, man?” I stepped toward Arrow and held out my fist.
He bumped his against mine. “Hey, Trent.”
“You gonna play some football with us today?”
He seemed a little taken aback by the easy way I greeted him, but he recovered fast. “I thought we were watching.”
“I’m going to smash heads,” Braeden quipped and stepped around Ivy to introduce himself to Arrow.
I made the introductions while Drew went for Nova. She held her arms out to him, and he snatched her up.
“Traitor!” I told her.
Nova gave me a toothless grin and picked up a Cheerio out of my hand and held it to Drew’s lips. He ate it of course.
His face screwed up. “Why is it mushy?”
“Baby slobber,” I told him.
Ivy was inviting Arrow to sit with her at the game and asking him about his style. “You remind me of someone…” she was saying.
“Kid looks just like the Biebs,” Braeden announced.
I laughed, and Arrow blushed.
Nova kissed Drew, and it stole my attention. Then she leaned toward me, so I bent and she kissed me, too. Then, to everyone’s surprise, she put her hand on my cheek and tried to push it toward Drew.
“Uhhh…”
“She wants you to kiss,” Ivy explained. “That’s her new thing. Kisses.”
Drew and I looked at each other. Yeah, everyone knew about us, but we never kissed in front of anyone before.
Ever.
Nova made an impatient sound and patted my cheek.
I glanced around the room, not sure what to do.
Braeden made a rude sound. “You telling my daughter no?”
Drew rolled his eyes.
My eyes asked him a question.
He nodded.
I leaned forward and pressed our lips together. It was meant to be a quick peck, but the second we touched, I got a little lost. My lips clung to his a little longer than necessary, but it couldn’t be helped.
When I pulled back, Nova clapped between us, but all I could look at was Drew. No one else seemed to give a rat’s ass I just kissed another dude in the kitchen, but I sure as hell cared.
I loved kissing him.
“What’s going on in here?” Rimmel said, entering the kitchen with Romeo right behind her.
“Oh, nothing. Just Trent and Drew making out,” Braeden announced. “Oh, and Justin Bieber is here.”
“I’m changing my hair,” Arrow muttered, which launched Ivy into a full-on lecture about the latest hair trends for men.
Basically, it was a typical morning at home. Everyone talked over each other, we were loud, and Braeden was rude. After a few minutes, Arrow seemed to relax and fit right in. He was still a little quiet, but he was obviously still trying to check everyone out.
After we devoured most of the box of donuts Drew brought home, we snuck up to his room for the only few minutes of alone time we’d probably get all day.
“I should have texted,” Drew said the second we were alone.
“Yeah,” I said and then attacked his mouth. That short kiss we shared before was a teaser, something that left me wanting more.
He opened for me instantly, and our tongues slipped against each other’s while our lips moved in sync. I reached around and grabbed his ass, wishing there was a lot less clothing between us. He must have felt the same, because he was pulling at my shirt.
I let it go and slid it off and tossed it on the bed. “We don’t have time for this.” I reminded him.
“I know,” he said even as he ran his palms over my chest and down my abs.
I kissed him again. Hard and deep. He groaned into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound.
Grudgingly, I pulled back and licked at my lips so I could get every last taste of him inside me. “Arrow, huh?”
“I like him.”
I nodded. “Me, too.”
He started pulling off his clothes and rummaging around in his drawers for fresh ones. I watched, admiring the strong lines of his body and remembering the way his skin felt beneath my fingertips.
I wanted to touch him. I thought about it over and over, but I didn’t. This time if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d want to take him completely, and he was loud when I had sex with him.