Page 22 of Bray
The sight of her made my dick hard. Again.
But if she came downstairs in that worn robe in front of two more of my brothers, I might have to poke their eyes out.
Fortunately, she rubbed her face into her pillow and settled back into sleep.
Tugging on my jeans and grabbing my socks and boots, I made my way down the steps.
Buck and Zeb were lifting the plywood out of the back of the pickup.
I met them on the porch and they slowed when they saw me.
No shirt. Hair probably a mess. I didn’t look down, but I could feel the scratches on my chest and back from my kitten’s claws.
I couldn’t help the smirk on my face at how wild she got with me. And that had been her first time.
Fuck, I still couldn’t believe that.
“It’s true,” Buck said, coming up the porch steps and setting the plywood against the railing.
“Yeah, someone threw a rock,” I said. I leaned against the railing and tugged on my boots, not doing the laces. There was broken glass strewn all over.
“Not that, although that’s fucked up,” Zeb added, tipping his head. “You and Katie.”
I smiled. “Yup, me and Katie.”
He slapped my shoulder and set down the toolbox he’d brought with him. Zeb was the youngest of the nine siblings. At twenty, he went to the state university and was the star quarterback, but was home for the summer. While he might be the youngest, he was also the biggest. He used that size and muscle to take his football team to a bowl game. “Where is she?”
“Taking a nap.”
They both grinned.
“Kinda hard to nail a board up without waking her,” Buck reminded.
“It’s fine. Let’s just get it done.”So I can get back to her naked and cum-drunk in her bed.
I went to one end of the board as Buck grabbed the other. Zeb was ready with a hammer and nails.
“Mom said to bring her to dinner,” Buck said,holding his side up over the broken window. It was a picture window, the pane large. I’d take measurements from the inside and get it ordered from the hardware store.
“She’s making spare ribs and mac and cheese.” Zeb patted his stomach. He liked everything Ma cooked and she made plenty to feed all of us.
My stomach rumbled from the menu. I knew Kitten had worked up an appetite, too, but I didn’t want to share her yet. Especially since Ma’s invite wasn’t because Kitten was Lainey’s friend and had had dinner with the family many times over the years. No, it was because Ma heard about me and Kitten being a couple. She’d have to wait though. I was selfish with my kitten for right now. Until Colt figured out who was fucking with my girl, I wouldn’t be leaving her side.
Zeb got to work nailing and in under a minute, the board was secure. He wiped his brow, the day still warm.
“Want a drink?” I asked, wiping my hands together.
“Sure,” Zeb said. Buck nodded. They were both in jeans and t-shirts, dusty and sweaty from a day outside on the ranch.
I grabbed the broom that Kitten had left earlier and went inside, the guys following. “I’m not sure what she has. Maybe a can of soda.”
I opened the fridge. Stared.
A jar of jelly. A loaf of generic white bread. Mustard. A quart of milk. Cheese slices.
That was it.
Shutting the door, I opened the freezer. A loaf of bread with a clearance price sticker on it. A few bags of generic brand frozen veg. A plastic leftover container with my mother’s writing markered on the lid. Spaghetti sauce.
