Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(41)

In a few minutes, I hear him come back into the room. I guess he must have changed his mind. I feel his hands around my legs and whimper. Dear Lord in Heaven, he couldn’t be ready to go again already.

"I can't," I whimper and moan, because as good as he is, there's no way I could survive another round. Although, as I feel him kissing the top of my *, just a soft brush of his lips, I think dying doesn't sound that bad. It'd be a great way to go.

"Don't worry, Buttercup," he says, pulling away from me. "You dead-frogged me."

Dead-frogged? What the hell is that? More importantly, does it mean I did something wrong? That gives me energy like nothing else could to open my eyes and watch him. He's sitting on the backs of his legs, bent between mine, and he has a cloth in his hand. I gasp when I feel a lukewarm cloth, which definitely feels cool to my well-used female parts, brush against me. He's cleaning me? Do men do this? I mean, no one ever has for me, but I didn't realize this was something any of them ever did. I can't take my eyes off of White, however, as he's bent down slowly sliding the cloth against my * and cleaning up the excess from our lovemaking.

"What are you doing?" I whisper, because he seems so serious, and solemn as he washes me.

"Taking care of what's mine," he says and then brushes another kiss, this one against the lips of my *. It’s a fleeting touch of his tongue against my clit, and my body quakes. My hand goes to sift through his dirty-blonde hair. As tired as I am, my greedy body wants more, and I'm tempted to hold him to me. I resist—barely.

"That does feel good," I whisper, emotion thick in my throat as White manages to make me feel cherished with just this simple act that really could—and probably should—have been embarrassing.

"Mmm," he whispers. "Soon. I have to rest. You dead-frogged me," he says again, reminding me of what I wanted to ask.

"Dead-frogged? What is that? Should I worry?"

White laughs, moving so he's lying beside me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him, and I go willingly, letting his body warm mine. I breathe a sigh of appreciation as he pulls the sheet over us.

"You ever see a frog lying on the highway that's been run over?"

"Your sweet after-sex talk is off the charts, White Hall. Be still my heart, even."

"Hey, you asked."

"Okay, so it's gross and I'm sorry I asked, but yes I have."

"They're kind of splat against the pavement, flat as a pancake. That's what you've done to my poor dick."

I snort in laughter because that's grossly amusing. Then I look down at his dick, which is definitely not flat. It's more like waving in the air demanding attention.

"Odd, your dick doesn't look flat."

"He doesn't?” White looks down at his cock like he's really surprised.

"No. He's more like waving in the air saying… Me… me… me!"

"Hmm… Maybe we should test your theory out?"

"I would love to, but I didn't sleep last night and I am most assuredly dead-frogged myself."

"Then get some rest, honey. We'll go for round two when you wake up," he whispers in my ear, kissing the side of my head as I curl into him. I think I moan my approval. I can't be sure. Sleep is close to claiming me and the heat of his body is only helping.

"I really am sorry about the shit you've gone through. I've already called my manager. He'll get this crap under control by morning, you'll see. And then we'll see about getting your job back," he says, and that peaceful, sleepy feeling I had is gone. For a little bit, I had forgotten the ugliness of the past couple of days. Still, after what White and I shared, I wouldn't change much of it—if any.

"Don't worry about it, White. I told you, I already have a job. It's fine," I whisper, kissing his chest. I want to reassure him. Apparently my words do anything but because he pulls away from me.

"No. No you don't, Kayla."

"What? Of course I do, I already told you—"

"You are not working for Blue."

"What? Are you losing it? I told you I'll be teaching Allen, for Green."

"You are not going on the road with my brother. No."

"Do you know how asinine you're being?"

"You expect me to let you work for my brother? The very one you used to be in love with—?"

"It was a childhood crush!"

"If you say so. Regardless, he was also on your list of potential baby-daddies—"

"White—"

"A list I somehow didn't get put on," he growls.

"You were! You were just marked out and now you're being insane. Just because I put his and Blue's name down on a list, it doesn't mean anything."

"While we're on the subject, you need to stay away from Blue, too. In fact, I think it might be best you just stay away from my brothers in general. They think entirely too much with their dicks and not their brains."

"As opposed to you," I sigh.

"Exactly."

"I'm not staying away from the family indefinitely just because you apparently have issues."

"Not indefinitely. Just until I get time to talk to them, man-to-man."