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I wasn’t expecting it when her lips crashed against mine. I was even less expecting the hot swipe of her tongue when it entered my mouth. Or the way she crushed her chest against mine.Holy fuckwas she pulling out the moves.
I knew everyone around us was watching, I could hear their loud cheers and wolf whistles, but in this moment I didn’t care. All logic and reason flew clean out of my ears. I grabbed her hips, roughly pulling her down on my lap, partially to hide my raging hard-on from the lads, but mostly because I wanted to feelheragainst me.
My girlfriend came willingly, sinking down hard on my lap, while never once breaking our kiss as her tongue devoured mine.
Her hands were in my hair. Her tongue was in my mouth. Her ass was on my lap. Her hips were rocking against mine. I was in utter sensory overload. I had no fucking clue how I was going to stop this. I only knew that I didn’teverwant to.
“All right, all right, you’ve made your point.”
“Jesus Christ, lads.”
It was only the sound of my sister screaming, “Ew! Lizzie Young, get off my brother right this instant!” at the top of her lungs from the treehouse that managed to break us apart.
Tearing her mouth from mine, and with her chest rising and falling rapidly, Liz stared at me with a hungry expression before releasing a frustrated groan.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Claire!” I snapped, feeling just as frustrated and hungry. “What’s the matter with you?”
“It’s me,” Liz whispered with a resigned sigh. “I’m the matter with her.”
“Don’t get up yet,” I half whispered, half pleaded when she moved to climb off my lap and reveal to our friends just how frustrated I felt.
Her cheeks flushed, and she gave me a subtle wink. Twisting around to sit sideways on my lap, she watched, right along with me, as Claire climbed down the treehouse ladder and thundered toward us.
The look on her face had the rest of our friends all scrambling out of the line of fire. Because a publicly pissed-off Claire Biggs was a rare sight. Even Feely scooted away. Meanwhile, I narrowed my eyes in challenge, only too willing to face her down.
The little, curly-haired demon.
“What’s the matter withme?” Coming to stand directly in front of us, my sister planted her hands on her hips and glared down at me. “What’s the matter with you, Hugh?” Her attention shifted to the girl on my lap. “And you!” She narrowed her eyes in disgust. “That’s my brother you’re sitting on.” Her cheeks turned bright pink. “And that’s also my brother’s mouth I just saw you ramming your tongue down!” Another furious shriek escaped the curly-haired menace, and she stomped her foot. “You’re supposed to be my best friend.”
“I am, Claire,” Lizzie replied with a defeated sigh, because this wasn’t a new battle for her. My sister and my girlfriend had been hashing out this exact same argument since we started going out. “You know I am.”
“Then act like it, Liz!” The hurt in Claire’s brown eyes was as clear as the hurt in her voice when she strangled out, “It’smybirthday party, not my brother’s. You’re supposed to be hanging out with me.”
“Grow the hell up, Claire,” I cut in, having had my fill of the bullshit. She didn’t see me throwing tantrums every time Gibsie came over and they disappeared together for hours on end. The hypocrisy was real, and I opened my mouth to tell her just that, but Liz placed a hand on my arm in warning.
“I’m sorry,” Liz interjected, pandering to her bullshit, and I was instantly pissed. “In future, I promise not to kiss your brother when we’re supposed to be hanging out.” The fact that she continued to give into my sister’s tantrums only proved to me how much she valued their friendship.
“I would prefer if you don’t kiss my brother at all,” Claire replied, sniffing the air. “It’s nauseating.”
“You’re nauseating,” I couldn’t stop myself from tossing back.
“Hugh.”
“What?” I replied, not bothering to protect myself from the rogue elbow that came my way—courtesy of my coconspirator. “She’s being a child about this. She needs to grow the hell up.”
“Claire-Bear.” Gibs arrived on the scene then. “It’s grand. Let the lovebirds be.” He slung an arm around my sister’s shoulders and smiled. “No need to get cranky. We’re all friends here.”
The mere presence of Gibs in her personal space was all it took to send my girlfriend spiraling.
Scrambling out of my lap like she had just been scalded, Liz sprang up, eyes wild and feral.
“Shit.” Blowing out a pained breath, I cupped the back of my head in defeated resignation before climbing to my feet.
With none of the grace and patience she had shown my sister, Liz pointed a trembling finger at Gibsie. “We are not now nor will weeverbe friends. Do you hear me? I willneverbe friendswith you.” Shaking all over, she glared up at Gibs and shook her head. “And I willneverforgive you or your family.”
Gibsie didn’t say a word in response. Instead, he turned around and walked away.
“Lizzie.” Claire placed her hand on Liz’s shoulder and sighed sadly. “It’s not Gerard’s fault.”
