Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(61)

“What’s she going to do with a zucchini?” Kayla asks.

“I thought that was an eggplant,” I say inanely as I try to get the damn cup closed. Very little made it into the cup. I actually seem to have splattered more on the desk and Kayla’s leg. Guess that explains why the keyboard is sticky.

“She can’t be. Oh, gross. That can’t be sanitary!” Kayla cries.

“Get dressed, honey, and let’s get out of here.”

“Is that other chick going to put an eggplant inside of her, too?” she cries, her eyes glued to the screen now. Sure enough, there’s a second woman now inserting what is apparently an eggplant in the first woman, right alongside the zucchini. Eggplants are purple. Interesting. They’re also much wider. “Oh, that’s gonna hurt,” Kayla says, and well, I have to agree with her. I reach over and click off the screen just as the woman starts crying like an abandoned calf. It was probably supposed to sound sexy, but my balls are slowly receding up inside of me. If I ever want to have sex again, that has got to go.

“I may never look at vegetables and fruits in the same way again,” Kayla mourns.

“Get dressed and I’ll take you home and f*ck the memory out of your brain,” I say with a grin, hoping to God the image doesn’t come back and ruin my plans.

“You got messy,” she grumbles, looking at her leg. I reach down and grab those god-awful panties she had been wearing and dry her off, as well as wipe up the outside of the cup. “White! Those are my panties! What am I supposed to wear now?”

“Not these. In fact, never these. When we get home, I’m going to personally destroy every pair of these you own.”

“Oh, shut up. They’re not that bad. They’re perfectly respectable for public viewing.”

“Public viewing? Like a corpse at a funeral? See, Buttercup? You should never, ever describe panties like that. They’re gone.”

“God, you’re an ass. What am I supposed to wear out of here now?”

“Your skirt. Be nice to me and I’ll play with your * on the ride home. Easier access,” I tell her with a leer.

“You want me to go around in public—at a doctor’s office no less—without panties??”

“That about sums it up.” I take the panties and throw them in the trash. Before I completely let go of them, however, she yanks them out of my hand.

“Don’t throw them out here! Everyone will see them! I’ll just have to wear them. Maybe I can turn them inside out or something.”

I grab them back from her and stuff them in the pocket of my jeans. It’s not easy because damn, they really are granny panties.

“There’s no way these are going back on you.”

“White!”

“If you don’t hurry, I’m taking your bra away too.”

“You’re such an *!” she grumbles, getting dressed.

Maybe I need to start spanking her ass more…





CHAPTER 46


KAYLA




“What are you doing?”

“Dying,” I groan to White as he comes in the bedroom door. I’m sitting on the bed with my head near a vaporizer, hoping the mint somehow fulfills the magic promises that the box says and unstops my head, which now feels like it weighs a million pounds.

“Oh, you are not,” White chastises, taking the vaporizer and putting it in the floor. He gets on the bed and pulls me over so I can rest my head on his stomach. If I could breathe, it’d be great. I close my eyes and concentrate on the way his hands move through my hair. “Should I take you to the doctor?”

“I already went today. Sinus infection. He gave me some antibiotics and nose spray.”

“Did it help?”

“Too early to know about the antibiotic, but the nose spray didn’t help, and I hate it. There’s something you should know about me, White.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I’d make a very bad druggie. Under no circumstance should things be squirted up your nose.”

“I see.”

“I’m serious,” I whine.

“I’ll take note. What can I do to help you?”

“Go away and let me die in peace.”

“Seems like we’ve been here before,” he says and I can hear the laughter in his voice. If it wasn’t for feeling like I was on death’s door, I’d probably sock him in the stomach or maybe lower. “How about I make you some chicken soup and we curl up and watch a movie the rest of the night? It can be one of your chick flicks if you want. I’ll suffer through it like the good boyfriend that I am.”

“Are you?”

“Am I what?”

“My boyfriend?”

“Well, I’m a little too old to be considered a boy, I guess, but for lack of a better word, it will have to do.”

“So we’re going steady? That’s swell.”

“You may feel bad, but you’re still smart-mouthed.”

“It’s a gift. Let’s watch The Rock.”

“A man insecure in his manhood would be bothered by your obsession with him.”

“Good thing that’s not you, right?”