Safe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #5)(60)

“Just pretend,” Stacy suggests with a drunk wave.

I work on cleaning all the meat off the rib, making sure there’s nothing left before I throw it in the basket.

“Seriously,” Nat mutters while watching me. “That’s impressive.”

“I bet you guys leave a whole bunch of meat on the bone,” I snicker and sip my drink.

“I’m done,” Meg announces and throws her napkin on the table. “Let’s take our drinks and go sit with the guys. I want to hear what they’re saying to Dom.”

We all agree and join the boys, drinks in hand.

“Brynna has some mad oral skills, man,” Jules informs Caleb as we approach, and I want to simply die.

“Jules!” I exclaim and glare at her.

“What?”

“She’s not even drunk,” Stacy smirks and leans on her husband. “But I have mad oral skills too, don’t I?”

“You do, babe,” Isaac grins down at her.

“Enough of this. We’ll scare Dom off,” Meg announces and grins at the handsome Italian. “I’m sorry for their adolescent behavior.”

“I’m fine.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I went to college. I know how girls are when they get together.”

“So,” I begin and sip my drink. Delicious. “You are Italian.”

He nods and grins at me, showing off that dimple that’s so similar to Caleb’s, and my panties may have just flooded.

“Which means you naturally speak Italian.”

He nods again and chuckles, his smile spreading across his face. Caleb wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me against him, tucking me close to him, and while I should feel guilty for blatantly flirting with his half brother right in front of him, I don’t.

I think it’s funny as hell.

“I think what she’s getting at,” Meg begins, “is that it’s kinda hot that you speak Italian.”

“Oh please,” Will rolls his eyes and scowls at Meg.

“It’s true!” She insists.

“Avete un bellissimo fidanzato, fratello,” Dom murmurs, his eyes light with mischief as he speaks.

“Sweet Jesus, what did you say?” Stacy asks.

“I said,” Dom laughs, “you have a very beautiful fiancé, brother.”

Stacy sighs dreamily and I giggle despite myself. The guys roll their eyes again and Nate chuckles.

“Dude, stop flirting with the girls. Your brothers will kill you,” Nate urges him with a laugh.

“I’m not flirting,” Dom holds his hands up and laughs. “Although I think it’s funny that women like foreign languages.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Isaac asks.

“You don’t think that a woman speaking a foreign language that you don’t understand is sexy?” I ask Isaac with a grin.

“Never thought about it,” he replies with a shrug.

“Liar,” I respond.

He glares at me, so I walk over to him and hold my hand out for him to take. He does and I glance at Stacy, who nods and grins and I lean into him and say, “Vous êtes un sacré menteur. Vous savez que c'est sexy et je pourrais dire vous manger de la nourriture pour chien pour le petit déjeuner et il serait toujours le son chaud.”

Isaac swallows hard and then shrugs, as though it didn’t affect him at all.

“Okay, that was f*cking hot, what did you say?” Luke asks with a grin.

“I told him how hot he is in French,” I smirk and walk back to Caleb, who’s eyes are molten and he’s looking at me like he wants to throw me down and f*ck the hell out of me right here in this pub.

“Liar,” Dom responds softly. “I speak French.”

I throw my head back and laugh and wink over at him. “Well, they don’t, so we’ll leave it at that.”

“I think it’s time to go,” Caleb growls and grabs my hand in his. “Have fun, guys. Dom, it was nicer to meet you than I thought it would be.”

Dom nods and winks at me as we walk past. Caleb pulls me through the pub and all of a sudden, I hear our group bust out in laughter.

“Hey!” Isaac calls out. “I do not eat dog food for breakfast!”

I giggle and try to keep up with Caleb as he pulls me along through the parking lot to his car.

“Slow down!”

“You did that on purpose,” he whispers and presses me against his car, leaning in to me, his arms caging me on either side. He lowers his head and brushes his lips over mine gently, barely tasting me.

“Did what?” I breathe.

“Taunted me by flirting with my brothers and speaking French. I didn’t know you could do that, by the way.”


“I took French in school and then spent a summer in Paris after I graduated,” I whisper when he slides his lips down my jawline to my neck. I run my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and up into his hair. “Caleb?”

“Mmm…”

“Please take me home now.”

With just fifteen seconds of kisses and the feel of his hands on me in the cold night air, I’m ready to climb him. My skin is on fire, my nipples hard, and my * already swollen and wet with need.

He guides me in the car and drives me the few minutes down the street to my house. We could have walked the short distance to our favorite pub, The Celtic Swell, but Caleb said it wasn’t safe.