Reckless(45)

“Too early,” I groan.

His enormous hand strokes my back, and I smile against his stubbled jaw. Damn, it’s nice waking up with him.

After a few minutes, I blink into the bright light of day, wondering how the hell we slept through the night in the flat bed of his truck. But then I remember the half-dozen mojitos I downed before we got the pancakes, and I have my answer. Alcohol, carbs, and a mind-blowing orgasm threw me headlong into a coma.

Once I’m more awake, I’m about to tell Ethan how much I enjoyed spending time with him, even if it meant sleeping in the truck, when Logan’s grinning face pops up over the side.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Logan lets out a low whistle, perks up an eyebrow, and hangs his arms over the ledge like he’s just going to hang out here and shoot the shit.

Before I can register the shock of seeing him, Ethan pulls the blanket over me. “The fuck? You ever heard of privacy? Get outta here.”

Logan laughs. “Pretty sure you lost the right to privacy when you guys banged like bunnies on our back lawn, bro.”

“There was no banging,” Ethan says gruffly.

“No? Then what’s this?” I peek out the blanket and find Logan dangling my top off his index finger.

Ethan growls. “You want to lose that fucking finger?”

Boys. They get so rambunctious.

I kiss Ethan’s cheek, loving that he’s all up in arms about my virtue, which I’m pretty sure flew out the window of my high school boyfriend’s Mustang.

Snatching my top, I pull it under the covers and wrestle it on. “We were playing naked Twister. You should try it sometime. It’s really good for flexibility.”

Logan laughs at my joke, but Ethan is still growly.

I’m so preoccupied with the brothers’ silent back-and-forth conversation that I don’t hear the car door or the female voice until the blonde steps up next to Logan.

“I needed to bring the kids back early. What’s going on—”

The woman stops mid-sentence when she sees me and a shirtless Ethan.

Ohhhhhh, crap.

Allison.

I’m still buttoning my top, but it’s obvious what Ethan and I were doing since his hair looks like I yanked on it all night.

While he was giving me the best oral sex of my life, for the record.

Part of me is eating him up with my eyes—those sexy tattoos, his broad chest, those sexy-AF stomach muscles—while the other part of me is a smidge terrified over what’s about to go down.

And damn, did I leave that hickey on him last night? I don’t remember sucking his shoulder, but I must have. He makes me bitey.

Slowly, with a piercing scowl, Allison turns to Ethan. “What the fuck is this?”

Logan chuckles. “I’m pretty sure you covered sex in health class. When a man is interested in a woman—”

“Shut the fuck up, Logan.” She waves in my direction while shooting another death glare at Ethan. “This. Her. What’s she doing here when I told you I was bringing the kids back early?”

Ethan scoffs as he snatches up his rumpled shirt and slips it over his arms. “When you texted me last night and said you were bringing them back early, I assumed that meant in the afternoon, not first thing in the morning.”

Her eyes flit to me and then back to Ethan. “It’s nine a.m. When was the last time you slept this late in your life? I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“That’s just it, Allison. You didn’t think.” Ethan’s voice brims with frustration. “Everything’s always about you. Your schedule. Your life. Your priorities. What happened to taking the kids to the zoo today?”

She rolls her eyes. “It’ll still be there next month. What’s the big deal? It’s going to be too hot today to be outside anyway.”

An unusually cool breeze blows, and I bite my tongue. It’s probably a perfect day to go to the zoo.

I finish buttoning my top, and, as daintily as I can without flashing anyone, try to slide off the back of the truck only to find Logan there to help me. He’s gallant enough to look away when I jump down.

“Thanks,” I whisper, realizing my undies are probably tangled in the blankets. Please don’t fold the blankets, Ethan.

Of course, that’s exactly what he does, but not before he shakes it out, and my thong goes flying.

Noooooooo.

We all watch my undies go careening across the bed of the truck.

Eyes wide, mouth open, Allison stares at the scrap of fabric like it’s a tiny terrorist.

Fuckity fuck.

It’s so quiet, I can almost hear the grass growing beneath my bare feet until Logan snickers next to me. “Pink lace. I highly approve.”

Allison sneers. “Shut. Up. Logan.”

Ignoring her, Logan leans closer to me. “Don’t worry about this. Just head on inside and grab yourself some coffee. I’ll make sure they don’t maim each other.”

I give him a grateful smile and muster a quick glance back to Ethan, who looks like he’s barely keeping his shit together.

When we make eye contact, I motion toward the house. “Do you, um, do you want me to make the kids some breakfast?”

Allison directs her glare to me, but speaks to Ethan. “Why is your skank making the kids’ food?”