Page 39 of Beautiful Desire
“Game’s over,” he mutters. “Figured we’d stop here before going home.”
Unable to help myself, my attention slides back over to Fletcher. Grabbing an empty chair from the table beside us, hespins it around and sits down beside Gemma. His mossy-green eyes are flirty and twinkling with mischief as they find mine across the table, and as a cocky smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, all I can think about is how good that fucking mustache felt on my pussy.
Charley nudges my knee with hers under the table. Leaning in, she covers her mouth with her hand as she says quietly, “Correct your face, unless you want everyone at this table to see you eye-fuck your stepbrother.”
“I am not,” I hiss, even though I know it’s a lie.
“Sure, you’re not,” Charley hums, pulling back with a knowing grin.
Knowing she’s right, I focus my attention on the conversation happening at the table instead. Everett’s giving a play-by-play of the game they watched, and while none of it makes a lick of sense to me, it helps keep my mind off Fletcher and all the filthy things I want to do with him.
Well, itsort ofhelps… Until it doesn’t.
It’s actually ridiculous how much I want him again. His tongue, his fingers… But so much more than that. I want to wrap my fingers around his smooth, thick cock again, feel the weight of him on my tongue…and in my pussy. Even the thought of letting Fletcher fuck me has my pussy clenching and heat pooling between my thighs. I blame the margaritas. Tequila makes me horny, and horny Georgia tends to get herself in trouble, and the last thing I need to do is hook up with my stepbrother while ourfamilyis around and could easily catch us.
Which is why I’m relieved when the guys announce they have to get home to the kids. When they leave, Gemma goes with them…but Fletcher and Davisdon’t. Becauseof fucking course, they decide to stay.
“How’s the living situation going, you two?” Grace asks, and for some reason, it makes my heart race, like somehow, she knows something is up. But that’s impossible.
When I don’t respond, Fletcher says, “Think I’m growing on her.”
Charley coughs, hiding her laugh, but it’s enough to snap me out of whatever the hell that was.
“I don’t know about that,” I mutter, biting back a smile. Then I look at my sister. “It’s fine,” I say casually. “Not as bad as I expected it to be.”
“Well, that’s good!”
“It helps that I’ve been a good boy and help out around the house,” Fletcher adds, which causes Charley to choke on her margarita, spewing it all over the table.
“Sorry!” She coughs again, trying to catch her breath. “Went down the wrong pipe.”
Knowing exactly what he’s doing, Fletcher flashes me a shit-eating grin before sauntering over to the far wall with Davis where the games are. Charley, Grace, and I watch them take turns throwing darts, the whole time my body tense.
“That was weird,” Grace murmurs. “Who calls themselves a ‘good boy’?
“I mean, he is Fletcher,” I drawl, trying to play it cool.
“How have I never noticed how fucking hot Davis is before now?” Charley asks before taking a sip from her drink, thankfully pulling the attention off me and Fletcher.
“That’s the liquor talking.” Grace snorts. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Grace, look at that man,” she drawls, and we all turn our attention in their direction again. “He isgorgeous, and that isnotthe liquor talking.”
“I wouldn’t go there if I were you,” my sister pushes. “I love Davis, but he can’t stay faithful to a woman to save his life.” She pauses before adding, “What about Fletcher?”
“What?” Charley and I ask in unison, my head snapping toward my sister.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Gaze bouncing between us, Grace giggles. “You even said it yourself at Georgia’s house, you think Fletcher’s cute, and apparently, a good boy.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. I’m not drunk enough for this.
Charley quickly looks at me, lip twitching, before she glances over at my sister. “Yeah, he is, but I’d rather take Davis home tonight.”
“Whatever.” Grace rolls her eyes and chuckles. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
We’re still watching them throw darts when a couple of women walk up to them. They’re cute, clearly friends, and look to be on the younger side. The brunette one starts talking to Davis, and we don’t have to hear what she’s saying to know it’s flirting, while the blonde one stands beside Fletcher while they watch the interaction.
“Looks like you lost your chance, Char,” I tease, chuckling as we watch Davis hand the girl one of the darts.
