"Pfft," Archer said, rolling his eyes. "Don't act like you're not the one who taught me how to scare the hell out of alphas."
Scout smiled brightly, wiggling happily in his seat, and I just barely managed to stop myself from kissing him on the neck. I did lean down, which was why I scrambled in my mind to think of something to whisper, so it wasn't obvious I'd lost control of myself for a moment.
"Tanner doesn't realize that you and I aren't actually cousins." I watched goosebumps pop up along his skin, smirking where he couldn't see me, since I'd purposely spoken as breathily as possible for that very purpose. "That's why he has that horrified look on his face, right now, but she's too drunk to realize that he's come to that conclusion."
As predicted, Scout's eyes widened and that mischievous glint I adored so much entered his pretty blues. "Oh fuck," he whispered in awe. "That's amazing."
"You know, we have two more days of this. This could really be a lot of fun."
"Hmm," he hummed, tapping his index finger to the cute little dimple in his chin. "Are you suggesting we torture our favorite cousin by making her boyfriend think we're incestuous?" His smile was somehow adorable and evil at the same time, and it made me question whether or not I was going to church enough. "I have to admit it… I don't want to, but I have to… You're kind of a fucking genius."
"You know when you say stuff like that," I said, loud enough for everybody to hear. "It makes me want to stick my tongue down your throat far enough to tickle your butthole."
Avery blew potato salad out of his nose and Scout's eyes widened, laughter twinkling brightly. My brother was clearly trying to keep as composed as possible, but I could see his shoulders shaking as he reached for a napkin for Avery. Unfortunately, I didn't get to enjoy it for long, since a giant paw smacked me in the back of the head.
Grabbing my already-bruised scalp, I turned to glare at my Uncle Taylor who was sitting at the next table over. I'd clearly underestimated his wingspan. "You smack me, but gripe at Scout?"
The other man pointed at us, giving me a dry look. "I can't reach him."
Scout snickered, elbowing me in the ribs, and when I turned to glare at him, he stuck his tongue at me. I didn't know what it was about these family reunions, or Scout, but we really didn't bring out the mature adult in each other.
"Stick your tongue out at me again and see what happens," I said, smirking down at him.
I didn't miss how his eyes dropped to my mouth, or the way his tongue snuck out to lick his bottom lip.
Damn! One of these days I was gonna taste that mouth. I might get the shit knocked out of me, but I was gonna do it. Something told me, it would be completely worth it.
Chapter Three
Sometimes, I questioned my own intelligence. Or maybe I questioned my decision-making abilities. Like for instance, in a house where all my family and extended family were gathered, why on earth would I not lock my damn door? There were possible infiltrators at every turn who would love to slip in my room while I was vulnerable and could embarrass the hell out of me. Archer being at the top of the list since I'd embarrassed Avery, and that was like the worst offense imaginable to the helicopter mom of an omega.
Avery had even said it didn't hurt… which I was absolutely going to blame on the fact that he was a giant, and it probably took far too long for pain receptors to relay the message over such a massive terrain. He'd feel it later tonight, and when he did, he was going to be crying.
An unlocked door? Are you kidding me with this, Scout?
There wasn't a soul among this group that I trusted. Well, I trusted them. I just didn't trust them. There had been way too many occasions when I'd ended up on the shitty end of a joke. Sometimes literally.
Because I was apparently too stupid to lock the door, I was only half dressed when Evan came running in, closing the door behind him. And because, I was not only stupid, but also dramatic, I gasped like a virgin and covered my nipples.
Evan blinked at me for a moment, before chuckling. "Oh no, I didn't mean to catch you in your altogether, ma'am."
Rolling my eyes, I released my modesty… and flipped him off.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" I demanded, putting my hands on my hips and standing there in all my glory, daring him to check me out.
Evan was never known for turning down the dare. His hot gaze swept over me from head to toe and I felt my body respond, making me think maybe my modesty could be better placed. Though I wasn't sure how I felt about the smirk on Evan's face.
"Ronni and Tanner are coming down the hall," he said as I looked down at myself, wondering what the hell he found so funny. "He's practically carrying her dead body. It'd be a perfect time to get caught sneaking out of your room looking all mussed."
My head snapped up, and I bit my lip. "Dammit. If this wasn't such an amazing plan, I'd be kicking you out right now." Especially since he apparently found something about my super-sexy SpongeBob underwear amusing.
Sighing, I moved toward him, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair, doing my best to give him that straight out of Scout's bed appearance. No alpha left my bed with neat hair. I had a reputation to keep up… Okay, I had a reputation at some point.
I expected him to have something snarky to say about the way I was manhandling him, especially when I grabbed his shirt and forced it up and over his head, but when I reached down and popped open the top button on his pants, the only thing I heard out of him was a gasp.
I looked up, pretty sure I hadn't pinched anything, but I'd been moving pretty quickly, there was a good chance I'd pulled a hair or two.
His dark eyes were almost black in the low lighting of my room, and with the way his hair stood up in every direction and his wide hairy chest moved with the panting of his breath, he looked debauched as fuck.
I wasn't wearing enough clothes to get turned on. SpongeBob wasn't a big enough sponge to keep things PG, but sometimes life didn't act the way that was best suited for tiny underwear. And when you had a shirtless, gorgeous fucking alpha standing directly in front of you, slightly flushed and looking at you like he was about to devour you whole, life did what it wanted. And apparently my life wanted me to have a hard on in Bikini Bottom.
He looked me over again, this time even more thoroughly, his eyes snagging on the tent in Bikini Bottom, but if the voices just outside the door were any indication, we didn't have time to explore what was going on in his eyes.
Groaning, I reached out and grabbed the door handle, glaring at him. "How dare you look at me like that right now? We have a cousin to torture."
I jerked the door open, flattening my hand against his chest and… squeezing a handful of ripe pec while chewing the shit out of my bottom lip. My finger brushed his nipple as I slid my hand down and Evan shuddered, his eyes closing as a moan left his throat.
"That's fucking dirty," he growled, before opening his eyes again and reaching for me.
I gasped when he jerked our bodies together, leaning down to brush his lips against mine.
They were surprisingly soft, and I wasn't even ashamed to admit that I purposely swiped my tongue across the lower one, loving the way he groaned and pressed his hard dick against mine.