Page 41 of Yours, Unexpectedly

“Ah, ah, ah! You made your bed, now you have to lie in it. Literally.” My head falls to the crook of her neck, and I get one last taste of her.

“Okay, let’s go. I saw a bookshelf in your room and you never gave me that book recommendation I asked for.” I drag my face away from her neck and pull her back to the bedroom.

“You are not reading one of my books.”

“Whatever you say,” I mutter as I walk over to her shelf. “Let’s see…” My fingers trail across several spines, taunting her. “Wow, Bex there are a lot of shirtless men in here. Is this one about hockey players? Why are there three guys on the front—is this a throuple situation?!”

Her face is flushed when I look back at her. She snatches the book out of my hand and puts it back on the shelf. I don’t let that deter me, though. I reach around her and grab a blue cover that catches my eye. There’s a large blue alien on the front with a human woman standing in front of him, clutching his chest.

“I think I’ll try this one,” I muse, walking over to the bed and casually plopping down. Bex reluctantly sits down next to me, and I pull her close so she’s tucked under my arm.

“You are ridiculous, did you know that?” she asks.

“Yes, I did know that. And there’s nothing more fun to me than being ridiculous with you, so thanks for indulging me.” I set my new book on the nightstand and place a kiss on Bex’s forehead. “Are you in the mood for a movie or is it time to go to sleep?”

She covers her mouth as a massive yawn breaks through. When she rolls over to grab her laptop, I get the perfect view of ass cheek. Groaning, I pull her shirt down, trying to maintain my self-control. She giggles, which turns into another yawn, before saying, “I can watch a movie.”

“Mhmm. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Bex sets her laptop up and begins streaming She’s The Man without even asking what I wanted to watch. Smiling, I pull her into me so we can spoon while watching the movie.

“Calm your dick down, Anders,” she says as her body shakes with laughter.

I grind into her, turning her laugh into a moan. “Watch the movie, Baby Bardot,” I scold.

She turns her face toward me and plants a sweet kiss on my lips. “Sorry.” But she doesn’t look sorry. She looks extremely pleased with herself.

I playfully roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.”

She turns back to the laptop and within five minutes, her breathing has evened out and she’s fast asleep. I reach over her and shut the laptop. It’ll be a while before sleep takes me, but I want to just enjoy her, the feel of her body, and the sleepy sounds she makes.

I’m in deep with this woman and I don’t mind it one bit.

I was bored this afternoon so I straightened my curls, which always takes For. Ev. Er. And now the April weather is threatening to undo all of my hard work. I’m pissy and the last thing I want to do is eat dinner with my family.

“Woah. Your hair looks… different.”

And of course Anders is here.

“Different? That’s the word you’re going with?” I ask, one eyebrow quirked.

“Shit. I didn’t mean—It’s good different.” He hesitates. “I like your curls, though.”

“Bex! Are you alive?”

Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

I bolt up in bed so fast that the force of my upward movement all but launches a startled Anders off the bed.

“Babe, what the hell?!” Anders mumbles from somewhere under a pile of covers and extra pillows that ended up on the floor last night.

“Shut UP!” I whisper-yell, trying to keep my voice down. “My brother is here!”

His stupidly adorable face pops up over the side of the bed. His hair is mussed up from sleep and he has pillow crease lines across his left eyebrow. “Which one?” he asks with a yawn.

And I really try to stop it, but my eyes have a mind of their own as they roll practically out of my eye sockets.

“The only one that would lose his shit if he saw his best friend in bed with his sister!” I’m still whisper-yelling and it’s obviously not getting the point across. I get my wits about me and frantically try to find my sleep shorts.

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