Page 72 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Are you seriously asking me for help? Hang on. I’ve got to write this day in my calendar.”
“Smart-ass.”
“Brett, Sophie texted me a few minutes ago and asked if she could have a few days off. She said someone she cared about needed her. I had no idea it was you. I already gave her the time off.”
Brett turned toward the house, catching sight of his sweet temptation closing the distance between them. Sophie’s high ponytail swung with each step as she approached wearing a pair of sexy cutoffs and a New York Jets sweatshirt. She lifted her hand and crooked her finger, beckoning him to her.
“Thanks, Mick, I appreciate it. I’ll call you when I’m back in town.” He ended the call and reached for Sophie. “There’s the girl who makes my briefs fit tighter.”
She put her arms around his neck and said, “I’m very talented that way. But you are talented in many ways, too. Like making my heart go crazy at a particular picture I found in my suitcase.”
“You found the gift I tucked away. I’ve had it on my nightstand at home since the wedding.” The picture of him and Sophie toasting his brothers and their new wives was taken by Jackson Wild, Cooper and Heath’s brother. Cooper and Jackson were two of the most sought-after photographers in the city, and they had photographed the wedding. The picture was taken from a distance, looking through the altar after the ceremony in his mother’s backyard. Jackson had caught Sophie leaning in, her hand on Brett’s lapel, his hand resting possessively on her hip. The picture told of an intimacy he hadn’t thought they’d shared at that point, but he now realized it had been there all along.
“Next to your bed? That makes me kind of giddy. If I had known that, I might have taken you up on your propositions sooner.”
“Damn, baby. I would have filled my room with pictures if that’s all it would have taken.” He patted her butt and said, “You look sinful in your shorty shorts.”
She set her hands on her hips, scrunching her face in feigned anger. “Says the man who left me high and dry up there.”
“I doubt you were dry when you went up those steps after our scorching-hot kisses.” He pressed his lips to hers, obliterating her feigned anger.
“Okay, you left me hot and bothered.”
“I’d say sorry, but…” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “I was helping your family.” He slicked his tongue along her lower lip the way he knew she loved, earning a sexy sigh. “And I called Mick, but you beat me to him.”
She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, bringing his lips just above hers as she said, “I felt funny about you doing it.”
“Thank you for taking time off for me.”
“For us.”
“I want to make up for leaving you hot and hungry. We could sneak upstairs, or behind a tree, in the barn, the backseat of the rental car…”
She laughed softly, but her hands pressed against his chest, and he knew she was considering their options, the same way he was. He nuzzled against her neck, pressing another kiss there.
“I want you, Soph. I want to bury my face between your legs until you come.” Her breathing hitched, and he said, “I want you to ride me while I love your breasts and watch as I disappear into you.” She made a whimpering sound, and his cock swelled. He held her hungry stare and said, “And after you come, I’m going to take you from behind so you feel me everywhere.”
As he lowered his lips to hers, Lindsay’s voice cut through their heat. “There you are. Nana’s on her way up to your bedroom, wondering if you two are fooling around instead of visiting with her.”
Sophie groaned.
“Shit.” Brett held her against him to hide his arousal.
Lindsay looked through the lens of her camera and said, “Smile pretty. I’m going to call this one ‘In Need of a Cold Shower.’”
Chapter Fifteen
SUNDAY PASSED IN a whirlwind of stolen kisses and hidden caresses as Sophie and Brett watched the football game with her family and played in the family’s half-time touch-football game in the yard. Sophie’s father and grandfather had both played football in high school, and they liked to relive the good old days with touch-football games whenever they could get family and friends to indulge them. Brett had eagerly jumped right in, and they’d had a blast. When Sophie got the ball, he picked her up and carried her to the other end of the field, while her father and mother—his teammates—cheered him on and the others gave him grief.
