Chapter 12
A woman can’t drive you crazy if you don’t call her a mistake.
Flynn
W hen I hear Sophia’s door open, I pour her a cup of coffee and add some milk before setting the mug on the table next to her plate of French toast.
Her steps are slow as she descends the stairs. She’d probably sneak out of the house if she could. Lucky for me, she doesn’t have a car. Because I am not letting her escape before I apologize for last night.
“Good morning,” I greet when she enters the room.
“What’s good about it?”
Even grumpy as hell, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Whatever make-up she used on her eyes accentuates their hazel color. And she painted her pouty lips a bright red shade making them even more tempting than normal. I want to meld my lips to hers while I wrap my hand around her ponytail.
I glance away from her tempting lips and discover she’s wearing a short skirt today showcasing miles and miles of her smooth skin. I fist my hands before I give into the temptation to drop to my knees to taste her skin.
I force fantasies of those legs wrapped around my waist out of my mind and nod to the table. “I made your favorite breakfast.”
She picks up her mug and sips her coffee.
“Sit down. Eat your breakfast. I’ll drive you to work once you’re finished.”
She studies the plate for a moment before she finally sits down. I knew she couldn’t resist French toast. She takes a bite and moans. I feel the sound in my cock. My very unhappy cock that doesn’t understand why we didn’t spend the night buried deep in Sophia.
I clear my throat and sit down across from her.
She sighs. “Go ahead.”
“Go ahead with what?”
“Apologize. Make excuses. Tell me I’m your little sister. Whatever it is you’re going to say to try and erase what happened last night.”
Damn, this woman knows me. I can’t get away with shit.
“Last night was a mistake.”
Her fork clatters to the table. “A mistake. How was it a mistake? Did your tongue accidentally find its way into my mouth? Oops! I tripped and now my dick is hard, and my lips are glued to Sophia’s.”
“My cock doesn’t usually get hard when I trip.”
Her nostrils flare. “Not the point and you know it.”
“It was a mistake for me to take advantage of you when you’d been drinking.”
Her mouth gapes open. “Are you serious?”
I nod.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Excuse me?”
“You did not take advantage of me. I was a full participant in the kiss. I had complete control of my facilities. I passed the bunny hop/nose touching test.”
“I’m uncertain the bunny hop proved you were sober.”
“I never said I was sober,” she grits out.
“Nevertheless, you’re living in my home as a guest. I should have kept my hands to myself.”
“Is that the excuse you’re going with? I’m a guest in your home and therefore we can’t get horizontal?”
I chuckle. “Get horizontal?”
“What terminology do you prefer? Bang? Bone? Boink? Hump? Nail? Screw? Shtupp? Smash? Shag? Ball? Rut? Score? Fuck?”
“Did you memorize every word for sex in the dictionary?”
“How old do you think I am? I used the internet.”
I need to get off the topic of Sophia and sex terms. The word fuck coming out of her mouth was enough for me to get hard. I grit my teeth and order my cock to calm down. No one is having sex.
“I’m sorry.”
She rolls her eyes. “And you think I’ll accept your apology because you made me my favorite breakfast.”
I shrug. “It’s worked before.”
She frowns. “When I was sixteen and you accidentally washed my white t-shirt with your brand-new never been washed before dark blue jeans. This is different.”
“How?”
She pauses, and I worry she won’t answer. “You didn’t hurt my feelings when you ruined my white t-shirt.”
Crap. Hurting Sophia is the last thing I want to do. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“It doesn’t matter if you meant to or not, you did.”
“Of course. Sorry.”
“Will you stop saying you’re sorry?”
“Well, I am sorry. I’m sorry I kissed you. It was a mistake.”
“I am not a mistake!”
“Not you, me…” I sputter but she’s not listening.
“You want to see a mistake? I’ll show you a mistake. This is how you make a mistake.” She picks up her French toast and throws it at me. It lands with a splat on my t-shirt. “Asshole.”
She jumps out of her chair and marches to the door.
“You don’t have a car. I’m supposed to give you a ride to work,” I call after her.
“I’ll find my own ride, asshole,” she says and slams the door.
I grab my keys and rush after her. By the time I reach her, she’s hightailing it down the driveaway. I chase after her in my truck. “Get in.”
“Sorry. Can’t. My mom taught me never to get into a car with strange men.”
“I’m not a stranger.”
“No, you’re the man who can’t decide what he wants. Let’s kiss the girl. No, let’s say the kiss was a mistake. Back and forth. Back and forth. I think I have whiplash.”
“I can drive you to the hospital.”
She glares at me. “I wasn’t being literal.”
“You can’t walk all the way to the brewery. You’ll ruin your shoes.”
She bends down and removes her shoes. “There! Problem solved.”
“You can’t walk halfway across this island on bare feet.”
“It’s an island, dumbass. You’re supposed to be barefoot on an island.”
“I’m not letting you walk barefoot and hurt yourself.”
“Not letting me?” she screeches. “Not letting me? Since when are you my keeper?”
I slam on the brakes. I’m done with this. I get out and round the vehicle until I’m standing in front of Sophia. I point to the truck. “Get in or I’ll make you get in.”
“Sorry, strange dude in a truck, I only let men who fuck me tell me what to do.”
Heat rushes through my body. Sophia lets men order her around in the bedroom? How far will she let me go? Will she let me tie her up? Will she let me spank her?
“Typical man. A woman says the f-word and you go mute.” She shoves at my chest. “Now get out of my way. I don’t want to be late to work.”
“Oh, darling. You’re going to be late.”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t you darling me. I’m not some woman you picked up at the bar.”
“No. You’re my best friend’s little sister and Weston will kill me if I let you walk to work.”
She throws her arms in the air. “Weston. Weston. Weston. It always comes back to my big brother. I wish I was an only child.”
“You give me no choice.” I squat down and wrap an arm around her waist before throwing her over my shoulder. She punches and kicks at me but I don’t release her until she’s sitting in my truck with her seatbelt on.
“Don’t make me come after you again.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Whatever.”
I expect her to jump out of the truck while I hurry around to the driver’s seat but when I open the door she’s still sitting there. She’s angry as hell but she’s here.
I switch on the engine and begin to drive. “You can control the radio.”
“Your olive branch is not accepted.”
“I guess I’ll listen to my music then.”
I turn on the radio and country music blares. She cringes. Sophia hates country music.
“Remember the time Weston and I tricked you into attending a country music festival.”
“Oh my god. Enough. I can’t listen to this and handle your walk down memory lane at the same time.” She switches the station to pop.
I chuckle. Sophia never could keep quiet for very long.
“You may now continue to lambast me with stories to remind me we grew up together and you’re my brother’s best friend, which for twisted reasons inside your mind means we can never be together.”
My reasons aren’t twisted. They’re fucking serious.
I am not good enough for Sophia Milton and her brother Weston knows it.