Page 42 of Undeniably Perfect

“As you wish,” I say with a grin as my lips meet hers. This time she doesn’t freeze, her soft lips mold to mine as her arms come up around my neck. I lift her because I need her closer. She presses against me and her legs come up around my hips. I move my hands down to grip her ass and she groans. I take advantage of her parted lips and explore her mouth with my tongue, hers caresses mine in return.

I’m not sure how long we kiss, but suddenly my doorbell rings, and we both pause.

“Who could that be?” she asks me.

I lean forward and utter a curse. “My sisters.”

Tabby begins to shake with laughter. “You just got cock-blocked by your sisters?”

“Cock-blocked, huh?”

She bites her lip once more and I lean in and tug it away from her teeth with mine. She kisses me again, and it’s fast and hard and, shit, this woman does things to me.

“You gonna answer that?” she asks with a wink as she slides down my body. I swallow hard and close my eyes for a moment before the doorbell rings again and there’s a knock at the door.

“Open up, KJ! We know you’re in there! Come on, we’re hungry!”

“I can smell the pasta sauce from out here!”

I flex my jaw as I turn and walk to the front door, opening it and giving Kylie, Di, and Lanie a glare.

Lanie gives me a “sorry” look. “They insisted. We were at the orchard and…well, your house is on the way home…sort of…” She trails off.

“Set the table for three more,” I call out to Tabby.

Tabby peeks her head around the corner. “Hey!”

“Tabby!” Kylie squeals as she walks in and hugs her.

The momentary look of shock on Tabby’s face is priceless. I don’t think anyone notices except me. I feel like there’s more to Tabby than she’s told me, and I note to talk with her about her past…soon.

“Thanks for texting before you stopped by.” I glare at Mother Hen.

Lanie holds up her phone and shows me that she indeed did text me about five minutes ago…when my tongue was down Tabitha’s throat and my dick was grinding against her center through my pants.

“Oh…I…didn’t see it,” I say sheepishly.

Lanie gives me a pointed look and rolls her eyes before marching into the dining room like she owns the place.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair. My sisters sort of own me. They also drive me insane, it’s like having three moms and one annoying sidekick. Too bad C-Dog is at school, at least then we could have partial penis-librium.

I head to the kitchen and plate up the pasta and sauce. A moment later, Di is by my side tossing salad and setting garlic bread on a plate.

“Sorry, we should have…I mean…sorry,” she says in a low voice.

I look down at her. “It’s cool, DC. Don’t worry about it.”

She rubs my back. “I worry about you, KJ. You put so much pressure on yourself. You need to…enjoy life.”

“I do, Di.”

She shakes her head. “No, you don’t,” she says sadly. I turn to her.

“What’s this about? I’m fine.”

She looks up at me. “I worry about you. You’ve worked hard and you have a great career, but you haven’t had a real girlfriend in years. You don’t go on vacation other than the beach in the off-season. You don’t go out much. You’re young, don’t forget to enjoy that. I know you kinda went crazy on the fun at first, but I feel like your pendulum has swung in the complete opposite direction. You need to find a happy medium.”

I raise my eyebrow. “I could say the same thing about you, Di. Well, except you’ve had quite a few boyfriends.”

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