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“Kitten, while I love seeing you in just a slinky robe, I’m not too thrilled about my brother seeing the outline of your nipples.”
I gasped and grabbed the front lapels of my old, ratty robe and held them together. The last thing I meant to do was flash anyone. “Bray, I–”
I didn’t get anything else out because he set his hands on my shoulders, spun me toward the house and slapped me on the ass. “Be a good girl and put on some clothes.”
“Um, Bray?” Lainey asked.
I looked at Bray over my shoulder as my butt stung. He’d spanked me! He pointed inside. “Now.”
And I went. Because it was Bray and it seemed I responded to his voice and him calling me a good girl. My nipples did, too.
8
BRAY
Kitten was fine.She was fine.
I could tell because all she’d had on was her skimpy old robe. No blood. No bruises. Her hair was damp and long down her back.
While the robe covered her fairly modestly, it didn’t hide her curves. Or that she wasn’t wearing a bra. To me, it was hotter than the sexiest piece of lingerie because my dick was rock hard and I was losing my fucking mind knowing she was bare underneath.
Colt was here. He could take care of both girls. But nope. No fucking way. I’d call my clients and tell them I’d be by in the morning. For the first time, I had something more important than work.
Hoof care was important, but not compared to my girl.
“Um, Bray…” Lainey said again.
With Kitten inside, I finally turned to my sister. My gaze raked over her too, but not in the same way as I looked at Kitten. Clinical, making sure there was no blood. Broken bones.
“Yeah?” I asked, running my hand through my hair.
“What the hell was that?” she loud-whispered.
“What?”
She flung her arms in the air. “What?You showing up for starters. Then calling her Kitten. Then, oh, I don’t know, what you said happened at the bar. And… did you justspankKatie Camden?”
I flicked my gaze at Colt. His brow was up and he had a humorous twist to his lips. That was normal for him, observing. I didn’t know if he gave Molly a swat on the ass here and there, but it didn’t seem like he was against the idea.
“She might be your best friend, but she’s mine,” I said simply.
Lainey blinked at me like an owl.
“How long has this been going on? I mean, you’ve known her since we were kids andnowyou’re talking about hernipples?”
I didn’t want to have to explain myself, least of all to my sister, but she was Kitten’s best friend andwould have to get used to this new dynamic the most. “Since she climbed onto my lap at The Roadside last night.”
“Yeah, well, that’s still a big jump to claiming her as yours,” she countered.
I shrugged. “I’d say I was sorry for making your best friend mine, but I’m not.”
Lainey had a right to get pissed. The thought of her with Ace or Cody made me want to pull off their fingernails with my work pliers.
She cocked her head and studied me. “This isn’t you just being horny and she’s convenient?”
My eyes narrowed. I didn’t like that insinuation, even though in the past I had sex for exactly that reason and with women who were convenient. “No.”
She stepped up and poked me in the chest. She was at least six inches shorter, but she had might on her side. “You hurt her and I’ll run you over with the combine.”
