Page 86 of Endurance
This makes me laugh.
Then he adds, “But now that you’ve been with Belle for a bit, can you honestly tell me you’d go back to that?”
“Fuck no.” I smirk to myself. “Being tied down has its perks.”
This makes him smile triumphantly. “Now, if we could just get you over to Arsenal, life would be fucking perfect.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, looking off into the distance. “I wouldn’t mind bleeding green and white until the day I die.”
He shakes his head. “So you’d be okay with it then? Me moving out?”
I nod, knowing deep down that while Camden and I will no longer share a flat and a pitch, he’ll always be my brother. “I’ll be fine. I’m happy for ya, pussy.”
“Thanks, Vagina Face.”
The sound of keys breaks our tender bro moment, and I hear giggles wafting down the hallway.
“Hello?” Indie calls.
“We’re in here,” Camden replies.
Belle and Indie come shuffling into the kitchen, and I do this weird frowny smile when I see her. The smile is because I’m happy to see her. I always am. The frown is because I think she’s—
“We’re pissed!” Indie peals with a smile, her glasses a bit topsy-turvy. “We were just going to have a cheeky glass of wine, but it escalated rather quickly into a proper Tequila Sunrise Happy Hour.” She hiccups.
Belle covers her lips as she attempts to stifle a giggle. Her hooded eyes lock on mine and I get that possessive feeling about me again. That urge to take her back to my bedroom and engulf her with my scent, like an animal.
“I know you’re going to blame me, Camden, but Indie was the instigator this time,” Belle says over her shoulder as she strides toward me. Her dark hair is hanging long and loose around her face. Her mouth is upturned into a dopey but happy smirk. She looks at the food as she reaches up and clasps her hands around my neck. “It looks lovely.”
“It looks like crap,” I grumble, pulling her flush against me for comfort. “We fucked it up.”
“No,” she shakes her head. “It’s going to be great.”
“Careful on that subject, Belle,” Camden’s voice cuts in. “He’s a wee bit sensitive about the food. Apparently, he’s still trying to woo you.”
Her long lashes flutter up as her eyes find mine in silent question.
Indie’s voice says from somewhere in the distance, “You’re not trying to woo me?”
Camden replies, “No, I’ve already got you, Specs.”
“Well, what if I want to be wooed?”
“Then you better prepare yourself because…” Camden’s voice trails off as Belle speaks softly to me.
“You were trying to impress me?” Her voice is warm, like a heated blanket wrapped all around me.
“I’m always trying to impress you,” I reply, twirling her and trapping her against the worktop. I lift her up so her arse is resting on the counter and her jean clad legs wrap around my hips. I press myself against her, having her right where I want her. “Can’t you tell?”
I expect her to say something snarky, scathing, and rude. Something that will make me laugh. Instead, she strokes my hair and replies, “Yes, it’s easy to see.”
I quirk a brow. “So does that mean it’s working?”
“It might be.” She laughs softly and I nuzzle into her neck, licking a path up to her ear and tasting what’s rightfully mine.
Indie’s voice chirps from behind us with the clatter of dishes. “Let’s eat, love birds!”
Wishing them away, I close my eyes and inhale Belle’s scent. My heart is aching with need to say something to her right now, but my mind compels me to hold back. I whisper in her ear, “How about I take you to bed instead?”
