Page 35 of The Biker and the Gamer
“She said ‘lucky guess’,” he answers. “But she’s Tiffany, she’s smart. She’s almost always with me, so she knows the only thing I’ve shown interest in since I met you, is you.”
“Hmm,” I hum, moving to snuggle into his warmth again.
He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck. “I’d love to spend the rest of the day with you here, but that call was to remind me that my little brother will be landing in an hour and I’m picking him up from the airport.”
“Ooh, Bad Boy Vaughn is coming to Denver?”
He pinches my shoulder. “I was going to ask you to come along but now I’m not so sure…”
I punch his thigh. “Shut up. I’m coming. Just gimme a minute to put on my make-up, ‘cause that shit takes time.”
“Cool.” He spanks my jean-covered ass as I get up. “Oh, my phone’s somewhere in your room. I think the battery’s dead. Can you put it to charge for me?”
“Sure.” I lean down and touch my lips to his before walking off. And as I do, I shake my head, wondering what in the hell is going on. Small kisses, small touches,snuggling?
Who am I?
What the hell has Alec Vaughn done to me?
Alec
“Your jeans gettighter and tighter every time I see you,” I say when my brother walks out with two suitcases in tow. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
“Piss off,” he churns out. He looks like a rebel, in tight, ripped jeans, and one of those loose, homeless-style scoop neck shirts that hang down to his knees. There’re at least two new tats on his corded arms—he’s stacked on some serious muscle since I last saw him.
“Don’t know if I wanna hug you or smack the hell out of you,” I tell him.
He solves the dilemma for me when he lets go of his suitcases and throws his arms around me. “Miss you, bro.”
“Can’t say the same,” I grumble, even though my arms lock around him.
“You do.” He pulls back and chucks my shoulder. “You just like to give me shit.”
“Come on. Kendra should be making another circle back any minute now.” I grab his smaller suitcase. “We wanted to avoid the parking lot mayhem.”
“Who’s Kendra?”
“She’s…” Hmm. Who’s Kendra? Oh, no one. Just a girl. A girl who makes my heart leap hurdles. A girl who invades my every waking thought and refuses to leave. A girl who’s awakened thoughts of marriage and kids for me. A girl so very wrong for me that she’sperfectly right. “I don’t know. You’ll see.”
A few seconds later, the Wrangler careens into the Arrivals section and we load in. Kendra switches to the passenger seat, I get in behind the wheel, then we’re out of there.
“Kendra, this is my brother Isaac. Isaac, Kendra.”
Kendra twists around in her seat, resting her chin on the leather. “’Sup, Isaac? Been looking forward to meeting you. Heard you’re a rebel.”
Isaac snorts. “That’s just a name people give you when you’ve got a mind of your own.”
“True, that.”
“Sick tats,” he says, and I feel him lean forward. “Is that a full sleeve?”
“Yep.” She tugs up the rest of her sleeve. “Denver at the top here, Colorado forests blended in from the bottom here. And this raven flying high above it all with the flaming wings is me—‘cause I’m always high, if you know what I mean.”
Isaac barks out such a hearty laugh I have to restrain myself from glaring at him in the rearview mirror. “Dude, weed is life.”
“True, that,” Kendra says again.
They gab about bands I’ve never heard of, indie music, favorite ways to get high, being injail… And the more they talk, the more uneasy I become. My little brother has more in common with the girl of my heart thanIdo.
