“Okay, okay, fine. Later.”
“Phone call.”
She sighed. “It was my parents’ lawyer. I think they’re going to contest the will completely. They were giving me one last chance or something like that. It’s ridiculous.”
Rage spiraled through me, and I took a deep breath so I didn’t take it out on Myra. “What do they think you did? Conspired with your grandmother to steal money that wasn’t even theirs to begin with?”
“I have no idea. And it doesn’t matter. It’s going to be a lot of work to deal with this entire estate. I’m starting to think my grandma didn’t even like me if she forced me to deal with all this on my own.”
I shook my head and took her hand in mine. “She knew you could handle it. And you have people to lean on if you need to.”
“I should be able to do it myself.”
“Myra, we both know you don’t have to.”
“I’m just used to doing things that way. I always have. Even before I met you, Nate. I’ve always been alone when it comes to my family.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I wanted to tell her that I would always be here for her, that her friends and I would be here. But I couldn’t promise that. Not when I was afraid she would push me away if I got too close, too quickly.
“What can I do?” I asked.
“Nothing yet. I don’t think my grandmother trusted anybody else to take care of all of this. She gave Lacey a lot for her children, and there’s responsibility in that, but there are so many other things. My lawyer’s helping me with it, but we’re at a standstill at the moment while we wait to see what my family’s going to do.”
“I hate this for you.”
“It’s not my favorite thing. And it completely derailed me this morning. So, when I finally got in the mood to paint and work on the project for the commission I need to be paid for, I skipped lunch. That’s why I’m starving now. But the food is good. Even if you got me all sticky.”
She winked, and I laughed like she likely intended.
“I’m not the greatest with investments and estates and things like that, but you know Arden’s husband, Liam, is. He deals with a bunch.”
“Because he’s a multi-millionaire, former famous model, and now a bestselling author?” she asked.
“I don’t know if you have to sound so excited about all those things.”
She snorted. “I had such a crush on him when I was younger. Liam is very handsome.”
“So I hear. Too bad he’s already married to my baby sister.”
“To your twin. I was only ribbing you. He may be handsome, but he’s taken.”
“And?”
“And I guess I have you. So, yeah, I can’t have him.”
“You know, I’m about to throw this rice in your face,” I growled.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I looked at the rice, and then at her, and shook my head. “No, because I’m hungry. You’re lucky I didn’t eat enough for lunch either. Hence, the headache.”
“Okay, I guess I should feed you.” She pressed the fork full of bulgogi to my lips, and I slid it off the tines with my tongue, my gaze on her.
“Who knew bulgogi could be so sexy?” she purred.
I laughed and nearly choked on my beer as I took a sip. “Thank you for that,” I said.
“Should you be having a beer with a headache?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Probably not, but here we are.”
We finished our food, checked on Daisy, and then brought everything to the kitchen to clean up.
“I seriously have bulgogi on my face and my hands. Feeding each other and being sexy with this kind of food probably wasn’t the best idea.” She laughed.
“It looks like I need to clean you up.” I kissed her hard, swiping my tongue over hers. She moaned.
“Seriously, it’s everywhere. I think you got bulgogi in my bra.” Myra laughed again.
“I would never dare waste good quality beef like that. However, I guess you’re going to have to take your bra off so I can check.”
She snorted and shook her head. “Seriously, though, what do you say we take a shower?”
My dick hardened, pressing against my zipper. I nodded quickly. “Okay, let’s go.” I turned around, slapped her on the ass, and pushed her forward. “Strip off those clothes, baby. Let’s get in the shower.”
“Eager much?”
“My dick has been hard since you rubbed against it earlier, and now I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a zipper scar for the rest of my life.”
“Aw, poor baby. You’re going to have to take your pants off so I can see, though, just to check.”
I laughed and stripped off my shirt as we made our way into the bathroom.
We laughed, kissing, letting our hands trail over each other as we quickly stripped off our clothes and stood in my tall shower. I had a bench seat that I used whenever I had a severe headache, one of the upgrades I had put in when Arden said that I needed to take better care of myself.
And now, I was fucking grateful for it.
“Sit,” I said as I turned on the warm water. The water slicked over my back and misted over Myra as she spread her legs on the bench. I dropped to my knees in front of her and lapped.
“Damn,” she muttered, her hands pressing against the glass on either side of us. “This isn’t good for water,” she moaned.
“Then I’ll have to be fast,” I whispered against her and then spread her before licking her clit. I speared her with two fingers as I kissed her harder, and she shuddered, her whole body shaking against me. When she came, her legs wrapped around my neck and she pressed into me, her entire body blushing under my attentions and from the water.
I moved away so she could lean down and capture my lips.
“I taste myself,” she whispered.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I muttered. “So fucking…everything,” I whispered, not sure what else I should or could say. I couldn’t even think.
Instead, I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her breasts and her hips as she sat in front of me. I knelt between her legs until she tugged me up. I stood, and her lips were suddenly around my cock.
I let my head fall back, the water sliding over our bodies as she took me in hand and hollowed her cheeks. She hummed along my length and bobbed her head, taking me in whole as she cupped my balls.
“I’m not going to last long,” I muttered.
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she sucked in her cheeks and kept going as my back tingled, and my balls tightened. I moved back, pulling her hair ever so slightly so she let go.
“I need you,” I whispered. She stood up and pressed her breasts to my chest as I kissed her hard, both of us sliding against one another. I turned her in my arms, and she placed her hands on the glass. I gripped her hips and spread her cheeks.
“One day, I’m going to want this ass of yours,” I muttered, pressing my thumb to her.
She shuddered, pushing back into me.
I played with her a bit, and she wiggled.
“Maybe, but only for you.”
“Jesus Christ, don’t tempt me like that.”