Last on the List (Wait With Me #5)(29)

“There are two more brothers, right?” Cassandra asks curiously.

“Yes, Wyatt is number two, and Calder is number three,” I answer.

“And you’re number one?” Cassandra looks at me with her round eyes that look so fucking innocent, I can’t help the reply that tumbles from my lips.

“I’m always number one.” I wink and feel a rush of attraction surge through me when crimson climbs up Cassandra’s neck all the way to her cheeks. Fuck, that’s hot.

And…fuck do I immediately regret saying that out loud. Especially when I turn to find my brother staring at me like I’ve grown a second head. His eyes dart from me to the nanny.

“Let’s go, Uncle Luke,” Everly groans and grabs my brother’s hand to pull him out the open door.

“Okay, Evie! Keep your shirt on.” Luke laughs and shoots me an odd look.

“I’m wearing a dress.” Everly spins to show it off.

“So you are. You look beautiful.” Luke tugs on her bubble braided ponytail before turning to leave. I walk to the door to close it behind them and hear the rolling of distant thunder.

“Careful out there, it looks like it’s going to storm,” I say, just as a flash of lightning illuminates the twilight sky.

Luke waves me off. “I checked the radar, and it’ll be done before we’re out of the movie. Plus, I’ve got the truck, so we’ll be fine. See you in a few hours.”

I close the door and turn back to find Cassandra standing in the foyer. She wrings her hands awkwardly in front of her.

“Thank you for your help with her hair.” I slide my hands into my pockets and walk toward her. “I know it’s your night off, so I hope it was okay I texted you.”

“Text me anytime.” Cassandra smiles, and I see her neck contract as she swallows. She chews her lip nervously. “It’s Friday night. No big plans for you?”

I inhale a deep breath and shake my head. “I’m having the guys over here for poker next weekend, so I’m planning to lay low and hydrate before I assault my liver with too much whiskey.”

“That sounds smart.” Cassandra licks her lips and shoots me a shy smile that I feel right in my groin.

“You?” I ask even though I don’t know if I want to hear the answer.

She hooks her thumb over her shoulder. “I’m going out tomorrow night with my friend Dakota, so I’m probably going to hydrate tonight too.”

“That’s good,” I state stupidly.

“Yeah,” she confirms.

A moment of silence falls between us, and I have to press my lips together to stop myself from asking if she wants to watch a movie with me. It’s a bad, bad idea to hang out with the nanny when Everly isn’t around. Plus, if I sit on that couch with her, there’s no telling what might happen underneath a blanket.

I blow out a slow breath. “I’m gonna go hit the shower.” Cold shower. Arctic, blazing, ice-cold shower.

“Right, sorry. I’ll get out of your way,” Cassandra stammers and turns on her heel, nearly tripping over her flip-flop as she hightails it out of my house.

And I watch her leave…boy, do I watch her leave.





The raging thunderstorm outside is the perfect soundtrack to the ridiculously erotic Mercedes Lee Loveletter book I’m currently reading in bed. After the awkward tension I felt at Max’s house tonight, I had to do something about the overwhelming emotions coursing through my body.

So as soon as it was dark outside, I slipped into my sexy chocolate satin night dress, the one that barely covers my breasts that Dakota forced me to buy a couple of months ago because “all single girls needed a sexy nightie to stay in touch with their ‘womblands.’” Something she heard on Tik Tok, I’m sure.

But she might be onto something because wearing this and climbing up my loft ladder to reread my favorite erotic romance novel in bed feels exactly like the kind of “self-care” I need tonight.

It’s a little odd reading this book after meeting the author last weekend, but I love this story too much to let that ruin my favorite dirty book.

The two characters are currently at a sex club, and the alpha hero is forcing his new submissive to watch two couples having sex.

“Does my little slut like that?” His voice growls into her ear as his hand reaches across her chest and dances up to her throat. “Does my little precious whore like to watch a woman get fucked in the mouth by a big cock until she chokes?” His grip tightens around her neck, and he growls into her ear. “Answer me, bitch.”

“Yes!” she garbles out, his hand tightening more around her delicate neck, causing black spots to form in her vision. She sags in his arms, and he loosens his grip, allowing her to gasp for breath.

In a flash, he turns her around, his hand back on her neck as he backs her up to a wall and tears off her top with his free hand.

I flick the button on my battery-operated device, the low hum causing my thighs to rub together in anticipation as I slip it under the covers. I press the vibration to my center and feel overwhelmed at how close I am to climaxing already.

Jesus, I’m keyed up tonight.

My tight bundle of nerves throbs so much that I can barely read the words in my book. My eyes shift to the white shiplap ceiling flashing bright in the lightning. Rain pounds hard onto my tiny house as my pelvis thrusts greedily upward.