The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(66)

Johnny took over, yanking her deeper into him and up, using her ass to do it. He took the sweet, little noise she made down his throat and the kiss got serious.

He was semi-hard but fully cognizant of the fact he had no place to do it and not enough time to offer her a quick fuck when he pulled his mouth from hers.

“Whatever I did to earn that, you gotta tell me, baby, so I can do it again,” he muttered.

She stared right into his eyes and replied, “You’re the best, Johnny Gamble.”

He had a feeling he knew what this was about so he skated his hands up to wrap his arms around her waist but kept holding her close when he whispered, “I just carried him up the steps, Iz.”

He knew he’d got it right when she said, “Her shoulders are sloped from lugging that diaper bag around, honey. Something little to you is something big to her and she’s my sister so it’s big to me too.”

He gave her a squeeze. “You can pay me back by making your guac.”

“Oh, I’ll pay you back, but the guac will only be part of it.”

That got her another squeeze and he put his lips to hers. “Lookin’ forward to what you got planned, sp?tzchen.”

“Okay, ugh. Hurl. Your time is up,” Addie announced, and he looked beyond Izzy to see her sister coming in the door. “And just to say, it’s dog bath day since those beasts have decided to frolic in the creek.”

“Oh no,” Izzy murmured.

He gave her another squeeze before letting her go, setting her gently away and telling her, “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll hose ’em down when they’re done messing around.”

She gave him a grateful look and moved toward the island.

“I need a bowl, a knife, a spoon and a cutting board,” she declared.

He got her what she needed as well as another big bowl. He grabbed the bag of chips that was also on the island, opened them and dumped them in.

“This place is da bomb-diggity-bomb-bomb,” Addie stated, and he looked to her to see that Brooks was motoring around the floor of Johnny’s space and she was at the island. “But not to cast aspersions on your manhood, how do you not only have the most kickass furniture I’ve ever seen but also,” she pointed to the large white chip bowl with its uneven top edges, “kickass stoneware?”

“The furniture, me. The other shit, Margot showed one day and declared the plastic stuff I bought at Walmart when I moved out of my dad’s place at nineteen had to go, and I had no choice since she’d already made it gone and this shit was in its place.”

Addie took a chip, shoved it in her mouth, and while chewing looked at Izzy. “I already dig this chick.”

Izzy threw him a look and he caught it grinning.

“You want a drink?” Johnny asked Addie.

“Is it su casa, mi casa?” she asked back.

“Today it is,” he answered.

“Then I’ll get my own,” she replied, moving to the fridge.

“Iz, babe?” he asked.

“I’ll grab something when I’m done with this,” she said, scooping out avocado into the bowl.

Johnny decided to let Izzy do her thing, Addie do hers, and he moved across the room, out the back door and located the dogs.

They were soaked and chasing each other around the huge grassy patch outside the mill.

He left them to it, found when he came back inside that Brooks had followed him to the door and bent to scoop him up.

Then he collapsed on the floor with Brooks squealing out giggles. He put the kid on his chest, tickling him and Brooks screeched more, arching and squirming and crawling all over Johnny.

“This sucks. He’s yours and I totally wanna bang him,” Addie stated loudly.

Johnny smiled at her son.

“There is the small fact you’re married,” Izzy put in.

“Huh,” Addie grumbled.

Johnny twisted his neck to look at Iz to find her looking at him.

She gave him a scrunched nose.

With no words, that scrunched nose shared the reason for Addie being there had yet to be revealed.

He smiled again, this time reassuringly.

The front door flew open.

His gaze went there and he saw Margot swan in, Dave at her back carrying a pie.

She stopped, did a sweep of the place with her eyes, it halted on Izzy in his kitchen and her expression shifted straight to sheer bliss.

“Eliza!” she cried. “My darling girl! Could you be more adorable in that dress?”

As Johnny rolled up to his feet holding Brooks to him, Margot swept in, latched onto Izzy and hugged her like she was her favorite daughter who’d married a Russian who’d whisked her off to the cold of Siberia and she hadn’t seen her in a decade.

“Totally . . . dig . . . this chick,” Addie murmured.

Johnny moved their way as Margot let go of Izzy, assessed Addie, and Dave moved into Iz and gave her a hug, muttering, “Great to see you again, child.”

“You too, Dave,” she said back.

“You must be the sister,” Margot decreed.

“That I am,” Addie replied. “And you must be the awesome Margot.”

Margot arched a brow. “Awesome?”

“Izzy thinks your da bomb.”

“Did she use that vernacular?”