Page 13 of Sassy Pants
He squeezes my ass harder as he dips his head, rubbing his facial scruff against my cheek. “I’m claiming you and that sassy assed mouth.” Simultaneously, he grabs my hip and jerks me against his hard on and pecks me on the lips.
When he prods at the seam of my lips with his tongue, I know I am completely fucked because all I want is to wrap my legs around him while demanding he takes me back to his bed.
But before I can do that, I hear my brother say my name and the moment is ruined.
“Gianna?” I turn my head and realize Jelissa’s standing here holding my nephew gawking at us and Chaser has his arm firmly gripping her shoulder. How much did they hear?
Guessing by the frown on Jelissa’s face they heard plenty.
Chapter 7
Stud
“Oh no. I see that look on your face, Stud. Hands off Gianna. She ain’t gonna be one of your girls. I’ve already got her fixed up with a doctor.”
I smirk and pull Gianna in closer to me. “You want to go out with this doctor?”
“Um…I.”
“Do I need to kiss you again?”
Gianna stares blankly at me.
“Babe.”
“Since when did my sister become your babe?” Chaser shoots me a dirty look.
“Since you called me to give her a tow.”
“This mean we’re even then?”
“What?” Gianna gazes back and forth between us. “Hello. Its my car. Don’t I have a say in this?”
Chaser and I both bark out resounding “no’s” at the same time.
“Are they always this way?” Gianna questions Jelissa.
“You get used to it after a while.” She shifts the little boy to her other hip.
“Your car is fucked,” Dutch announces as he squeezes into the kitchen to refill his thermos. “Got it into the garage. Your insurance will probably total it, but it’d be more to fix it than what its worth.”
“That’s great,” Gianna mumbles.
“You can use my car for work until you find something else,” Jelissa volunteers, and I guess that makes sense since she lives with her and Chaser, but I have a better idea.
“When do you work again?”
“Tonight.”
“I’ll give you a ride there and pick you up after.”
“That’s nice, but I can drive myself.”
“No offense, but you put your car in a ditch last night,” Dutch pipes in.
“No one asked you,” she snaps and pushes my arm off her shoulder. “It’s not my fault the weather was shit and a deer jumped out in front of me.”
“Calm down.”
