Page 50 of Stunner (Whiskey Dolls 3)

I climbed out from under the covers and threw on the stuff he’d given me, rolling the waistband of the shorts until they’d stay on my hips.

I turned as I pulled my hair out of the collar of the tee. “All right. So what do you think?” I asked, holding my hands out wide.

A wolfish grin curved up his lips just moments before he lunged and picked me up like I weighed nothing, wrapping my legs around his waist as he leaned in to gently bite my bottom lip. “You look fucking hot in my clothes, baby,” he said between kisses as he started out of the bedroom. “You have no idea how badly I wanted you the last time you wore my shirt. Luckily for me, this time I have the luxury of ripping them off you and fucking you on every flat surface of my apartment until neither of us can walk.”

“Mommy, Uncle Owen’s in his underwear. And he owes a dollar to the swear jar.”

We stopped on a dime, both our heads whipping around at the sound of the new and unexpected voice.

“Oh my God!” I cried at the sight of Hazel, Hardin, and an older man and woman I could only assume were Owen’s parents, standing just inside his front door.

I jolted in shock so hard he couldn’t keep hold of me and hit the ground like a sack of bricks as Owen covered the erection tenting the front of his boxer briefs with his hands and shouted, “Are you kidding me right now?”

“We saw your truck parked out back and figured it was a good time to bring Gus home,” Hardin said with a shit-eating grin pinned proudly to her face.

“With our parents?”he shouted.

This was my nightmare. Anything that had happened before that I thought was the worst thing suddenly paled in comparison to this.

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered in humiliation. I crawled on all fours behind Owen, hiding behind his legs as Gus ran over to bathe my face in happy kisses, clearly not reading the room very well.

“Oh, Asher, sweetie. It’s so lovely to meet you,” Owen’s mom exclaimed happily, like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I really wished I could have said the same, but I was too busy waiting for a hole to open up beneath me and put me out of my misery.

Owen

A morning that had started out so fucking good was quickly circling the drain, and it was all my sister’s fault. She didn’t know it yet, but as soon as the dust settled and I felt I wouldn’t be implicated after this bullshit stunt of hers, I was going to kill herand bury her deep in the woods where only wildlife would be able to find her and feast on her rotting carcass.

I did my best to twist around and look at Asher without uncovering my junk. The erection was long gone thanks to the little welcome party in the living room, but I really didn’t want to have to pay for the therapy because my niece was traumatized from seeing the outline of her uncle’s dick when she was six years old. I wasn’t sure that was a future I could afford.

My woman was currently huddled behind my legs like they could somehow hide her, clutching my calves so hard her nails were digging into my flesh.

My mom clutched her hands in front of her chest, her face the picture of pure, unadulterated joy. “Oh, Asher, sweetie. It’s so lovely to meet you,” she cooed, bending down and around in an effort to get a better look at Asher, like she was talking to a rambunctious little puppy or something, not a woman currently trying to burrow into my skin in order to escape.

I let out a growl. “For the love of God, Mom.”

She looked at me with big, innocent eyes. “What? What did I do? I just told your special lady friend how happy I am to meet her. People love hearing stuff like that.”

Hardin snorted in an effort to swallow down her laughter. That traitor was no help at all.

Fortunately my father was the voice of reason just then, and placed his hands on my mom’s shoulders, forcing her to stand straight. “Read the room, darling.” She looked back at him in confusion. Reading her like only a man who’d loved and cherished her for half his life could, he explained, “I mean, I think we should step outside and give them a moment to put themselves together. Don’t you agree?”

“Oh. Oh! Yes, of course! We’ll just wait outside. You let us know when you two lovebirds are finished and we’ll all go out to breakfast. It’ll be a fabulous time.”

It would be a goddamn nightmare, but I would have agreed to just about anything at that moment to get my family the hell out of my apartment so I could fight back any freak-out my girl was currently experiencing.

As soon as the door clicked behind my father, Asher shot to her feet, her cheeks flushed a deep red with embarrassment.

“Well, that was humiliating,” she said flatly. “This was really great while it lasted, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go home and pack so I can move to a different country where no one knows what just happened and I’ll never have to see your mother again.”

Christ, she was cute when she was flustered.

Fighting back a laugh, I grabbed her elbow as she tried to pass me and whipped her back around, banding my arms around her waist and holding her flush against my chest. “Are you okay? You hit the ground pretty hard.”

Her face scrunched up into a wince as she reached back and rubbed her tailbone. “I think I might have broken my ass.”

“Aw, poor baby,” I cooed, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. I’d never in a million years get tired of kissing or touching her. “Want me to kiss it better?”

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