Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
DEAN
Drive Gemma home. That was all Dean was supposed to do. Easy peasy. Totally doable. Drop her off at her door, wait for her to get inside, then head home.
But the two of them lingered in her driveway while I’m Gonna Love You by Cody Johnson and Carrie Underwood played. They’d sang along to the song when it started, and it was only logical they would finish their duet before she got out of the truck.
He couldn’t help himself, and reached across the cab to curl his finger under her chin. Gently, he guided her to meet his eyes.
If the damned wide-as-hell center console wasn’t there, he’d get closer. Instead, he leaned over it as he ran the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip.
Her breath hitched and he’d heard nothing sexier in his life. The temperature in the cab rose five degrees. Her eyes dropped to his mouth, and he knew what that meant.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered as though it were a secret.
“I’ve wanted that forever,” she replied in words which were barely audible.
He cupped her jaw and closed the distance between them, allowing his lips to graze hers. His heart raced in his chest. He was about to kiss Gemma Clayton—Parker’s little sister. What the hell was he thinking?
Blame it on the beer.
He tilted his head, closed his eyes, and went the distance. Softly, he covered her mouth with his. Gentle at first, their first kiss was tender, as though he was afraid he’d break her. As it went on, and the hunger stirred within him, he became greedier. He tangled his hand into her short hair. Fisting it, he pulled her over the console and explored her mouth.
She moaned, and his dick was at full attention.
Buzz.
He swiped his tongue over hers.
Buzz. Buzz.
She pulled away, and he fought the urge to growl his disappointment. The two of them seemed at a loss for breath as she sat back and reached for her purse. “It’s Parker.”
Closing his eyes, he sat back in his seat, and let out a heavy breath.
“Probably.” Reaching between his legs, he shifted his painfully erect dick. His best friend would be so pissed if he knew he’d just kissed Gemma. That was against the bro code.
“Yep.” Annoyance laced her word. “I better call him before he shows up here. Kylie can only hold him off for so long.”
“Okay.” He nodded.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said as she opened the door.
Damn Parker for cock blocking him.
Gemma
Butterflies made her stomach flutter. Arousal had her body ablaze. Even the cool early fall evening wouldn’t quell the desire Dean had inspired, but Parker interrupted the moment she’d dreamed of her entire life—that was one hell of a cold shower.
Putting her phone to ear, she listened to it ring, as she ascended the stairs to her house.
“What took you so long?” Parker barked as he answered.
She smirked as she put her key in the lock. “Hello to you too.”
“You should’ve called like fifteen minutes ago.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fifteen minutes ago, you were still puffing out your chest all caveman brother like.”
Turning, she offered Dean a wave before walking into her house.
“You know what I mean. You’re late.” Faintly, she heard Kylie hollering at him, but she couldn’t make out what she said.
“I’m home safe and sound.” She closed her door and dropped her purse on the table where she kept her mail. “Can’t say I’m still a virgin, though. I lost that years ago.”
“Ew. Don’t talk about that.”
“Then stop implying something happened.” She ran her fingers along her bottom lip. It’d been the perfect kiss.
“So, he didn’t make a move?”
“Jesus, Parker. Are you serious right now?” She wasn’t about to talk to him about it.
Before he could answer, she heard what sounded like a tussle. He must have dropped the phone. He’d had a few beers.
“Hey, it’s me,” Kylie said. “Your brother is being a macho dick right now. I’ll take care of it. Go to bed. Love you. Kisses.”
The call ended, and Gemma couldn’t help but laugh.