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Authors: Amanda Heartley
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growing sleepy now that I was safe from harm and on the way home, my big, strong stepbrother taking the wheel – literally and figuratively.
“Because, Heather,” he said, voice soothing as my eyes finally shut on the whirring, spinning, melting lights outside my window. “I’m a man. I can protect myself.”
I nodded, silently, my head spinning even with my eyes closed, breathing heavily as sleep drew me close before Ryan’s voice staved off for one more minute or two.
“And if you’ll let me, Heather,” Ryan said, reaching over as he gently dragged a lock of hair away from my forehead. “I’d like to protect you, too.”
I wanted to reply, to nod and murmur and thank him for rescuing me, but instead I found the drone of his voice and his soft, gentle touch so soothing I fell asleep before I could do any of that…
Chapter Nine
I woke with a jolt, eyes blurry and head throbbing as I blinked at the bright lights staring me in the face. My head was pounding, the lights bright enough to make me think I was in the path of an oncoming eighteen wheeler!
“Whuzzhuzzzitz?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with both palms as if they were an imaginary washcloth, as if to erase the blur from my groggy eyes and wipe the brightness from my eyes.
“Jesus, you really were lit, weren’t you?”
I shook my head, Ryan’s face swimming in the driver’s seat of my car as the hazy details came, blurrily, back to life. “What’s it to you?” I blurted, our warm and fuzzy moment in the dive bar parking lot long cooled off on the winding drive home.
He rolled his eyes, scowling petulantly – big brother style – as the motion sense lights attached to the four-car garage illuminated us as if it was the middle of the day.
“Nothing, I guess,” he grumbled, sliding from the car and dancing around the front end as if on cat’s feet. For a muscular guy, Ryan truly was light on his feet, lithe and strong in equal measure as the harsh garage lighting made him swim in sexy shadows.
“Come on,” he grunted, opening my door and reaching in to drag me from the car. “Let’s get you upstairs and into bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I teased, enjoying the machinations of Ryan’s large, thick fingers as they fiddled with my seatbelt and I inhaled the manly, musky scent of his cologne. As he fiddled with the seatbelt a flash of light caught my eye, then the rasp of metal on flesh as I noticed for the first time a pair of dog tags swinging from a chain around his neck.
“I meant,” he scolded, finally sliding me from the seat as if pouring me into the driveway in front of our parents’ opulent home, “the sooner you get to bed and sleep this off, the shorter your hangover will be tomorrow morning. Trust me, Heather, you’ll literally thank me in the morning for what I’m doing for you tonight.”
I was semi-sober as we stumbled toward the back pool gate, both Ryan and I’s preferred method of entrance to the house, but I didn’t want him to know that just yet. I was enjoying playing the drunken stepsister, up for anything and able to blame it all on the booze the next day. “You know what else shortens a hangover the next morning?” I teased, hip checking him on purpose as we shambled toward the wooden gate.
“Yeah?” he asked, distracted by the gate door as he propped me on the side of the house to fiddle with the latch. “What’s that?”
“Having sex all night long,” I purred, striking a provocative pose in my tiny black dress and kinky blonde hair, feeling just buzzed enough to flirt despite the danger I’d faced earlier that very night.
“Please,” he said, ignoring me as he rolled his eyes and swung the gate wide, reaching for my hand as he inched forward into the back pool area. “You’re drunk, Heather. You don’t know what you’re saying right now, and if you’re lucky, won’t even remember it tomorrow.”
“All the better for you,” I promised, taking his hand and swinging
“Because, Heather,” he said, voice soothing as my eyes finally shut on the whirring, spinning, melting lights outside my window. “I’m a man. I can protect myself.”
I nodded, silently, my head spinning even with my eyes closed, breathing heavily as sleep drew me close before Ryan’s voice staved off for one more minute or two.
“And if you’ll let me, Heather,” Ryan said, reaching over as he gently dragged a lock of hair away from my forehead. “I’d like to protect you, too.”
I wanted to reply, to nod and murmur and thank him for rescuing me, but instead I found the drone of his voice and his soft, gentle touch so soothing I fell asleep before I could do any of that…
Chapter Nine
I woke with a jolt, eyes blurry and head throbbing as I blinked at the bright lights staring me in the face. My head was pounding, the lights bright enough to make me think I was in the path of an oncoming eighteen wheeler!
“Whuzzhuzzzitz?” I mumbled, rubbing my face with both palms as if they were an imaginary washcloth, as if to erase the blur from my groggy eyes and wipe the brightness from my eyes.
“Jesus, you really were lit, weren’t you?”
I shook my head, Ryan’s face swimming in the driver’s seat of my car as the hazy details came, blurrily, back to life. “What’s it to you?” I blurted, our warm and fuzzy moment in the dive bar parking lot long cooled off on the winding drive home.
He rolled his eyes, scowling petulantly – big brother style – as the motion sense lights attached to the four-car garage illuminated us as if it was the middle of the day.
“Nothing, I guess,” he grumbled, sliding from the car and dancing around the front end as if on cat’s feet. For a muscular guy, Ryan truly was light on his feet, lithe and strong in equal measure as the harsh garage lighting made him swim in sexy shadows.
“Come on,” he grunted, opening my door and reaching in to drag me from the car. “Let’s get you upstairs and into bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” I teased, enjoying the machinations of Ryan’s large, thick fingers as they fiddled with my seatbelt and I inhaled the manly, musky scent of his cologne. As he fiddled with the seatbelt a flash of light caught my eye, then the rasp of metal on flesh as I noticed for the first time a pair of dog tags swinging from a chain around his neck.
“I meant,” he scolded, finally sliding me from the seat as if pouring me into the driveway in front of our parents’ opulent home, “the sooner you get to bed and sleep this off, the shorter your hangover will be tomorrow morning. Trust me, Heather, you’ll literally thank me in the morning for what I’m doing for you tonight.”
I was semi-sober as we stumbled toward the back pool gate, both Ryan and I’s preferred method of entrance to the house, but I didn’t want him to know that just yet. I was enjoying playing the drunken stepsister, up for anything and able to blame it all on the booze the next day. “You know what else shortens a hangover the next morning?” I teased, hip checking him on purpose as we shambled toward the wooden gate.
“Yeah?” he asked, distracted by the gate door as he propped me on the side of the house to fiddle with the latch. “What’s that?”
“Having sex all night long,” I purred, striking a provocative pose in my tiny black dress and kinky blonde hair, feeling just buzzed enough to flirt despite the danger I’d faced earlier that very night.
“Please,” he said, ignoring me as he rolled his eyes and swung the gate wide, reaching for my hand as he inched forward into the back pool area. “You’re drunk, Heather. You don’t know what you’re saying right now, and if you’re lucky, won’t even remember it tomorrow.”
“All the better for you,” I promised, taking his hand and swinging
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