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Authors: Eve Langlais
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want to get into your uptight pants.”
“I am not uptight, just selective.”
“Did it ever occur to you to expand your horizons? Maybe these guys are like closet geeks who get turned on by math like you do. Have you even bothered to check and see if they discourse in a civilized fashion instead of fist fighting at the first cross eyed look thrown their way?”
Naomi snorted. “You did see them play last night, right? We’re talking about the behemoth, the guy who sent some of those players home crying to their mamas.”
“Okay, so maybe the bear might be a tad rough, but hey, I bet he’s a wild ride in bed.” Francine yahooed and made slapping sounds while Naomi sighed and rolled her eyes unseen. Francine didn’t have a serious bone in her body and seriously needed to get laid. “What about number sixty-nine?” Francine continued. “He seems like the civilized sort.”
“I’ve heard he beds so many women he owns shares in Trojan.” Francine’s mirth made Naomi smile—grudgingly. “Anyway, even if they are nice guys, I don’t want to just let them mark me and own me just because my wolf is aching to take a bite. I mean, we’re talking for life. What if they’re like my dad and leave their socks everywhere?”
“Only you would think that’s a sin beyond compare. What if they can cook?” Francine countered.
“What if they like country music?”
“Teach them to love techno by stripping to it.”
“What if they leave the toilet seat up?”
“They’ve got some electronic doohickey to take care of that problem, so stop coming up with excuses. Give them a chance. Get to know them. You know, you might be surprised.”
“And my family will learn to act civilized instead of rampaging roughshod like animals. Yeah right. Anyway, I better get going. Mom’s expecting me for dinner and given how I left last night, I can just imagine the state my brothers will be in. I’ll give your love to Mitchell,” Naomi sang, making kissy noises.
“Skank. I hate you,” Francine replied with a giggle before hanging up.
Wearing a grin of her own, Naomi placed the phone back on the charger and surveyed her place. The fresh scent of lemon Lysol permeated the air, erasing the delectable aroma of her want-to-be-suitors. Now if only she could scrub her mind and body to remove the erotic taint they’d left on her.
A check of the time showed her running late for dinner at her parents. Giving herself a quick wash first, she changed into some well-worn jeans and a blouse. A light brush of her hair, a thin sheen of lip gloss and she headed over to her parent’s house. It crossed her mind to wonder if the guys would have the nerve to show up, her mother had invited them after all, but doubtful given her cold attitude toward them. And besides, who would be nuts enough to volunteer for dinner with her family?
Apparently, dumb and dumber were. Upon seeing the Lexus parked at the curb of her parent’s house, a myriad of emotions claimed her.
Anticipation—which she squashed. Irritation—which she would soon vent. Pure, panty wetting arousal—she didn’t dare give into.
Stalking up the steps, she slammed the door open and discovered a tense silence. Javier and Ethan, perfectly at ease, sat on one couch, while, across from them, sitting and standing in various strained poses were her five brothers and father. She especially enjoyed their pointed glares.
Ignoring the smiles and scowls tossed her way by both parties, she stomped into the kitchen, looking for her mother.
“What are they doing here?” she growled.
Mama didn’t even look at her as she pulled a gigantic roast from the oven. “Whatever happened to hello, nice to see you, or do manners no longer matter to you now that you’ve moved out?”
Swallowing a sigh of impatience, Naomi pecked her mother on a cheek with a brusque. “Hi mom”
“See, that wasn’t so hard. As for your question, I told them to come for dinner yesterday, or were you not
“I am not uptight, just selective.”
“Did it ever occur to you to expand your horizons? Maybe these guys are like closet geeks who get turned on by math like you do. Have you even bothered to check and see if they discourse in a civilized fashion instead of fist fighting at the first cross eyed look thrown their way?”
Naomi snorted. “You did see them play last night, right? We’re talking about the behemoth, the guy who sent some of those players home crying to their mamas.”
“Okay, so maybe the bear might be a tad rough, but hey, I bet he’s a wild ride in bed.” Francine yahooed and made slapping sounds while Naomi sighed and rolled her eyes unseen. Francine didn’t have a serious bone in her body and seriously needed to get laid. “What about number sixty-nine?” Francine continued. “He seems like the civilized sort.”
“I’ve heard he beds so many women he owns shares in Trojan.” Francine’s mirth made Naomi smile—grudgingly. “Anyway, even if they are nice guys, I don’t want to just let them mark me and own me just because my wolf is aching to take a bite. I mean, we’re talking for life. What if they’re like my dad and leave their socks everywhere?”
“Only you would think that’s a sin beyond compare. What if they can cook?” Francine countered.
“What if they like country music?”
“Teach them to love techno by stripping to it.”
“What if they leave the toilet seat up?”
“They’ve got some electronic doohickey to take care of that problem, so stop coming up with excuses. Give them a chance. Get to know them. You know, you might be surprised.”
“And my family will learn to act civilized instead of rampaging roughshod like animals. Yeah right. Anyway, I better get going. Mom’s expecting me for dinner and given how I left last night, I can just imagine the state my brothers will be in. I’ll give your love to Mitchell,” Naomi sang, making kissy noises.
“Skank. I hate you,” Francine replied with a giggle before hanging up.
Wearing a grin of her own, Naomi placed the phone back on the charger and surveyed her place. The fresh scent of lemon Lysol permeated the air, erasing the delectable aroma of her want-to-be-suitors. Now if only she could scrub her mind and body to remove the erotic taint they’d left on her.
A check of the time showed her running late for dinner at her parents. Giving herself a quick wash first, she changed into some well-worn jeans and a blouse. A light brush of her hair, a thin sheen of lip gloss and she headed over to her parent’s house. It crossed her mind to wonder if the guys would have the nerve to show up, her mother had invited them after all, but doubtful given her cold attitude toward them. And besides, who would be nuts enough to volunteer for dinner with her family?
Apparently, dumb and dumber were. Upon seeing the Lexus parked at the curb of her parent’s house, a myriad of emotions claimed her.
Anticipation—which she squashed. Irritation—which she would soon vent. Pure, panty wetting arousal—she didn’t dare give into.
Stalking up the steps, she slammed the door open and discovered a tense silence. Javier and Ethan, perfectly at ease, sat on one couch, while, across from them, sitting and standing in various strained poses were her five brothers and father. She especially enjoyed their pointed glares.
Ignoring the smiles and scowls tossed her way by both parties, she stomped into the kitchen, looking for her mother.
“What are they doing here?” she growled.
Mama didn’t even look at her as she pulled a gigantic roast from the oven. “Whatever happened to hello, nice to see you, or do manners no longer matter to you now that you’ve moved out?”
Swallowing a sigh of impatience, Naomi pecked her mother on a cheek with a brusque. “Hi mom”
“See, that wasn’t so hard. As for your question, I told them to come for dinner yesterday, or were you not
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