Page 84 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Well, you could do it at my mom’s birthday party, but half my family is going to be there, so maybe it’s not the best option.”
Jesus. That would be a shit show of epic proportions. I love the Morales family. Hell, I love Rosie’s parents more than my own. But as her recent phone call with her mom proves, discretion isn’t exactly their thing.Yourbusiness istheirbusiness. Great when you need backup. Not so great when you need to have a conversation that might end in some choice words and a right hook to the face. Probably best to keep the witnesses out of it.
“I’ll pass on that one.”
She points at me. “Smart move.”
I give her one more kiss before reluctantly getting up to grab my keys off the counter. She joins me at the door as I’m sliding my jacket on.
“Text me to let me know you got home safely on that death trap.”
Here we go again.
Rosiehatesmy Ducati. She hatesallmotorcycles, really, but I think that’s more out of a fear of the unknown. She’s never even been on a motorcycle before. I’m on a not-so-covert mission to get her on the back of my bike someday, at least once, so she can see what she’s missing.
I chuckle. “Thatdeath trapis a masterpiece in Italian engineering and one of only five hundred worldwide. Plus, it makes itwayeasier to find parking.”
“Uh-huh,” she replies. “You’re still never getting me on the back of that thing.”
I wind my arm behind her back, pulling her closer. “I’ll break you down one of these days.” I trail kisses down the slope of her neck. “Think about it. We could take a ride out to Big Bear this summer, two hours with all those horses rumbling between your thighs…” I ghost my hand over her breast, barely skimming the erect nipple poking out of her T-shirt. “Stay in a secluded cabin, since those have been so good to us.” I palm her ass as our lips meet again, kissing Rosie until she’s breathless. “You’d look so fucking hot spread out over my bike, taking my cock.” I grin as she whimpers. “Would you like that, baby?” She releases a throaty moan as my hand slides between her legs, feeling the wetness through her leggings. “Oh, I think you’d like that very much.” Just as she grips my forearm, trying to trap my hand, I step back and open the door. “Think about that tonight when you’re getting off. If you’re a good girl and record it for me, I might return the favor.”
I pick my helmet off the floor and step into the hallway.
“Night, Pip. Make a real good mess of those sheets when you’re thinking about me later.” I wink.
Rosie pins me with the mother of all glares, flips me off, and slams the door in my face.
I grin. “That’s the spirit! Except maybe add another finger.”
I walk away, laughing as she cusses me out through the door.
God, I love that woman.
27
ROSALIE
It seemslike I’m one of the last to arrive as I step into the backyard where my mom’s party is being held. The smell of grilled meat fills the air as my dad mans the barbecue, flipping burgers with one hand, while holding a bottle of beer in the other. He’s with my uncle Brian—my mom’s brother—probably arguing over the best angle for perfect grill marks. My mom is sitting at the patio table gesticulating wildly while talking to my aunt Teresa, while Teresa, who’s Sylvie’s mom, is hugging baby Olivia to her chest. I haven’t spotted Logan yet, but I canfeelhis presence. My skin prickles with awareness, knowing he’s somewhere nearby, throwing his sexy pheromones in my direction.
“Pumpkin!” my dad calls. “Get over here.”
“Hey, Dad,” I say as I join him at the grill.
“Excuse me, Rosalie.” Uncle Brian scoots me out of the way. “Nature calls.”
My dad swings an arm around my neck, pulling me closer. He waits until my uncle is inside the house and then says, “I hear you have some news, kiddo.”
My eyes scan the yard, looking for my brother. “We still need to talk to Ry, so it’s not public yet.”
My dad smiles. “Logan mentioned that.”
He lifts his chin, directing my gaze over to the giant palm shading the back corner of the yard. Logan’s standing next to Sylvie’s husband, half-listening as he slowly undresses me with his eyes. My nipples instantly tighten, and I pray the lining in my bra is doing the trick to hide the evidence.
Chill out, you horny bitches. The whole family doesn’t need to know how badly you want Logan’s lips to wrap around you right now.
“Don’t worry,” my dad continues, saving my nipples from further scolding. “Your brother’s not here yet. Sounds like he’s been a slippery little weasel the last two days.”
“I’m sure he’s slipping intosomething,” I grumble. “Or someone.”
