Part 3 (1/2)
He stares at me while drinking from his beer before turning back to gazing at the mountains unseen.
”f.u.c.k. This is for your ears only. You got me?” he states with a quick glance back to me.
What the h.e.l.l, starting off the way he has makes my stomach spasm. Ruben never has problems at least he never has problems that he wants kept quiet.
”You got it.” I put the longneck to my mouth and drain the bottle while I wait for him to tell me what the h.e.l.l is going on.
”It's the club,” he sighs, ”nothing financial. That's secure. Keith walked up on a couple of guys trying to break into the club two nights ago. They ran when they spotted him running towards them, but last night some more windows were taken out.”
”f.u.c.k-in-h.e.l.l, again? Why your club? What the h.e.l.l are they after in there?”
”f.u.c.k if I know, but it's p.i.s.sing me off, and to top it all, one of the waitresses is giving me a hard time. She ignores what I ask her to do and does what the h.e.l.l she 'thinks' I mean, spending most of the time bugging me. Why can't they keep their mouths shut, smile wide and serve the customers, instead of bugging the s.h.i.+t outta me.”
Thinking about what he just said causes me to roar with laughter. Yes, he's p.i.s.sed because of the vandalism and attempted break in, but steam practically came out of his ears when talking about his waitress. I'd bet my last dollar her name is Rosie.
”What's her name?” I keep the amus.e.m.e.nt out of my voice.
He takes his time in answering. ”Why? What difference does knowing her name make?”
He looks everywhere, but me when he says it and I know I'm right even before the words come out. ”Her name wouldn't be Rosie, would it?” I chuckle at the look on his face. ”You know what will get her out of your system?” Trying to keep my face straight while having this conversation is h.e.l.l.
”Do I even want to know what you're about to suggest?” Ruben glares at me while moving to sit on one of the chairs scattered around the porch.
Sitting opposite him, I grin and reply, ”Well, I was thinking naked, rope and one or two of those toys you keep locked away.” Yeah, my brother loves nothing more than being in control.
He's actually contemplating my suggestion a well that's a first. Ruben loves his toys, but what guy doesn't?
”So this is where you two disappeared to,” Michael grumbles as he walks through the door and slumps into a chair on the porch. He looks exhausted. ”Christ...I don't think I've ever been as stressed as I have since meeting Lily. She's going to be the death of me.”
Ramon laughs as he comes through the door, followed by Lucien, George and my dad. He punches Michael's shoulder as he teases, ”She just might when you see what Carla's bought her.”
Michael and I both look at Ramon waiting for him to enlighten us. What the h.e.l.l has she gotten Lily? My mind is working overtime to try and come up with something that I can imagine Carla buying, but nothing naughty comes to mind.
Ramon snickers. ”All I'm going to say is that its bright pink and Carla tried to hide it in the fruit bowl with the bananas when I caught her about to wrap it in the kitchen.” He now starts to laugh harder. ”Oh G.o.d, it was the first d.a.m.n thing I saw when walking into the kitchen...fluorescent, f.u.c.king pink.” He finishes shaking his head with a slight blush along his cheeks.
I wish he'd kept his mouth shut now while I try to count backwards in my head to get my wayward body part back under control at the thought of what Carla has obviously bought. I wonder if she likes to play and if she has any of her own toys.
”What has that grin on your face,” Lucien asks, kicking my foot from his position to the right of me. ”Or should I ask who?”
”Thinking about something.” I glance at him and meet his knowing stare and just know he's not going to let it go so I speak before he can start again, ”So what about Sabrina? She's pretty. Nice figure.”
Sitting straighter in his chair, Lucien glares at me like a f.u.c.king girl. ”You stay away from her,” he warns. ”She's Lily's friend, not someone you can screw and never see again.”
”Lucien calm it down before your mother overhears,” Dad shuts him up, but it won't be the end of it.
It's kind of funny watching him squirm in his seat over a woman, something that he hasn't done since his accident. In fact, this is the first time he's shown any interest in anyone in a long time. I'm just not sure going after Lily's friend is the best idea though. Like Lucien said, she isn't someone you can screw and never see again. Not that s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g her ever entered my head. The only woman I want was wrapped around Ramon not too long ago.
After a few minutes of silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I feel someone staring at me, looking up I meet Ramon's eyes. He's looking at me as though he's trying to see inside me. Have I given away my feelings towards Carla? I refuse to call her his girlfriend. I'm so screwed.
”So Sebastian, we're all curious about Jacky,” Ramon says still not breaking eye contact.
”What about Jacky?” Just hearing her name makes my c.o.c.k shrivel up and quiver resting against my b.a.l.l.s. She wants a McKenzie and any one of us will do, but while she's my secretary, I can't escape.
I'll admit, to begin with her s.e.xy body in the tight clothes got to me, and she has a set of t.i.ts to make a man's mouth water. Once or twice I'd almost given in to temptation to dip my c.o.c.k between her thighs, especially when she deliberately bent over my conference table. But f.u.c.k, there is no way in h.e.l.l I intend to follow through, even more so since I've met Carla, although a distraction sure is needed because I can't carry on craving my brother's woman like I have for the past five months.
”She always looks as though she's left part of her clothes at home,” Ramon says, which everyone seems to find funny apart from me. ”I mean she's mighty fine with one h.e.l.l of aa” he trails off when Dad glares at him.
”Ramon, as I recall you have a lovely girl inside with the ladies. You shouldn't be noticing the attributes of someone else.” Dad frowns watching Ramon's reaction to his comment. ”You are serious about Carla...aren't you?”
Ramon lets out a sigh while rubbing his brows as though he has a headache. ”We're dating. We're also friends.” Ramon glances at me before looking back at Dad. ”She's living with me while she gets back on her feet. She insisted on doing my paperwork while Stephanie is on maternity leave, so she works in the office at home...and before you get the wrong idea, I pay her the same as I paid Stephanie, which has been a d.a.m.n fight.” He rubs his hands over his face as though exhausted before meeting my eyes. ”So now you know why Carla lives with me.”
What is he trying to tell me? I say me because there is no way I can mistake the direction of his statement. I haven't had that many beers, but if there is a meaning behind his words it escapes me.
”We've gone off track here. I still want to hear about Sebastian and Jacky,” Ruben interrupts, refusing to let me off the hook.
”There is no Sebastian and Jacky,” I bite out. ”I have no interest in her and this conversation is over.” Standing up, I toss my empty bottle into the barrel Dad keeps on the porch behind Mom's planters, before turning back to face off against my brothers who are all smirking. Even George seems to be enjoying himself at my expense.
”Well son, I can't say I know exactly what's going on, but I think you need to keep your zipper fastened around the staff.”
Speechless. While my brothers try to control their laughter, I just look at Dad... speechless. He always has a way of making you feel like a teenager that's been caught in the hayloft with a hot babe all over again. ”This zipper's stayed fastened for over five fuc...um, months.” My eyes quickly go to my Dad.
And to add to my embarra.s.sment, Lucien is motioning me to turnaround, which I do and come face to face with Carla.
f.u.c.kin' great!
Chapter 7.
Carla Who the h.e.l.l are they telling him to keep his zipper up with? Relief washes over me at Sebastian's words...did he really just admit to keeping his zipper up for five months? Is that because he met me? Is it because I'm the only one he wants? I try to hide the smile that's threatening to break at my joy over that revelation. It shouldn't and he certainly shouldn't feel like that towards me when he thinks I'm attached to his brother.
Clearing my throat while gazing up at Sebastian, I say, ”We've finished if you all want to come back inside.”
Turning tail, I start to walk back towards the living room where everyone is still having a good laugh with Lily at the presents she has just received.
The men are in for a shock when they catch site of the bounty set out on the table for all to see. Poor Michael, he's going to get some teasing from his brothers when they catch sight of the more racy gifts: handcuffs, crotch-less panties, nipple care gift set and let's not forget the florescent pink 'rampant rabbit' vibrator, which was my gift.
When Lily first opened the gift, I thought Pippa was about to have a heart attack when she realized what the gift was, until she started to laugh and made a comment about Michael ending up frustrated as h.e.l.l until after the babies were born. For a split second, everyone went silent before we fell about in fits of laughter, which we tried to calm down a bit before we sent Lily into labor.
Arriving back in the living room, I come to an abrupt stop when I spot the 'rabbit' slap bang in the middle of the table, out of its box looking ready to go. OhmyG.o.d. When I left the room it had been to the side in its box, but now there was no chance it would be missed by anyone.
Feeling arms wrap around me from behind, I realize it was either that or be knocked over. Well that will teach me to stop suddenly. Feeling the body pressing up against my back and the smell of his cologne, it's Sebastian who holds onto me.
His breath is hot against my neck as he groans into my ear sending needles of l.u.s.t straight to my core as he pulls me closer. Turning my head to face him, I watch as he removes his eyes from the pink object and meets my gaze. All I want to do is turn in his arms, seal our lips together and press harder against his aroused body.