He checks her out when she bends over to pick Sev up. I swear every time I look at her she’s carrying Sev around, and my little crazy is loving it. “She’s hot.”
I don’t think before I grab a handful of his jacket and drag him forward until we’re nose to nose. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll never look at her again.”
He searches my eyes, glaring. “Okay, okay. She’s taken.”
“You got your own problems.” I let go of him and push him into the wall. Relaxing, I gesture to Carly talking with Lara Lynn. “I thought she left you.”
He groans, rolling his eyes. “She knows about Lil.”
“So?”
“I have no fucking clue. I don’t know what’s going on.” He sets down his beer and starts rummaging through the cabinet. “I need something stronger than this shit.”
“Not tequila.”
He grins and takes the bottle from dad’s liquor cabinet. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Shit.
Inside the den, I find Camdyn, Lara Lynn, and Kacy, who is still holding Sev in her arms. My dad is showing her his vast collection of animal heads plastered to the walls.
Kacy touches her fingers to the bear standing upright in the corner as Sev wiggles free from her arms and takes off with Camdyn to play with the goats. “Did you kill this too?”
Dad smiles, and I see a little bit of Sev in him. “No, but my brother did right before it killed him.”
Kacy’s eyes widen. “Seriously?”
Lara Lynn laughs, unable to keep up with the lie. “No, sweetheart. It didn’t kill him. But he does live in Montana, and it was becoming a nuisance to their cattle.”
“You eat meat, right?” Morgan asks Kacy, slinging his arm around her and suggestively nodding south.
Told you Morgan shouldn’t be allowed the tequila he’s holding.
“I eat meat,” Kacy says, her cheeks red as her eyes dart from mine to Morgan’s.
Dad grabs the bottle from him with a hard yank. “Who let you have that?”
“Barron.” Morgan winks at Kacy. “You fuck my brother yet?”
“Morgan Christopher Grady!” Dad grumbles. “We don’t talk to ladies like that.”
“Who says she is one,” Carly pops off, sipping her wine like the stuck-up bitch she is. I can’t hit a girl, but I sure as shit want to in this moment. You know, I’ve never liked Carly. I always thought Morgan made a huge mistake marrying her, and now I’m sure of it.
Glaring at Carly, I mouth, “Shut the fuck up,” to her and push Morgan away from Kacy.
“Honey,” Dad looks to Carly. “When you’re in my home, you treat everyone with respect.”
“Sorry, sir.” Carly stands, rolling her eyes at Morgan. He puckers his lips at her, but she shoves her hand in his face. “Knock it off.”
Kacy sighs when Carly leaves the room. “I was just about to come up with something really good to say to her.”
I smile, leading her into the dining room. “Well, keep a tab. She’s known for saying a few shitty things per night.”
“Noted. Is she always like that?”
“Pretty much.” I lean into her, our shoulders touching, but it’s not enough. I want all of me touching her. “Morgan always goes for the bitches.”
Kacy blinks. “Hey, I like Lillian,” she whispers. “She doesn’t seem like a bitch.”
“You don’t know her that well yet.”
Dad brings in the smoked tri-tip, the girls following him. Kacy jets her bottom lip out again, and I find it so goddamn sexy I want to shove her inside the bathroom next to the stairs and suck it into my mouth.
“What was the cows name?” Kacy asks, staring at the meat.
“Lonnie.” Camdyn hugs Kacy’s leg. “It’s okay, Kacy. Lonnie was really mean.”
She’s lying. There wasn’t anything mean about old Lonnie, except that it was his time to be slaughtered.
“Lonnie? His name was Lonnie? Please tell me it’s not Poppy’s dad.”
Camdyn giggles. “No, silly. Lonnie ain’t got babies.”
When we end up all sitting down for dinner, Morgan is shit-faced, and I’m wishing I wasn’t sitting next to Kacy. She’s wearing this low-cut green top that makes the blue in her eyes stand out and her flawless skin irresistible. I want to spend hours with my mouth all over her, worshiping her in ways I haven’t done.
Underneath the table, Kacy’s hands are anything by innocent. She’s touching my goddamn thigh so high my balls are jealous, and my dick, he’s just fucking angry. At me, my kids, the entire damn world at this point.
“So, Bishop,” Kacy begins after taking a bite of Lonnie. “Camdyn told me this ranch has been in your family for over a hundred years.”
I cock my head at her. She wants to talk family history while she’s touching my junk? Okay. No complaints here.
Dad sets his whiskey on the table, smiling at Kacy. “Yes, darlin’. It has been. Handed down from one Grady to the next.”
“Do I get to run it next?” Camdyn asks, carefully building a mashed potato volcano on her plate.
“That’s up to Morgan, sweetheart.”
Morgan smiles at her, giving her a goofy face from across the table. “We’d make a good team, Cam!”
Naturally, she scowls at him. “Camdyn.”
“How long have you and Bishop been married, Lara Lynn?” Kacy asks, taking a small sip from her whiskey and inching her fingers higher. Her pinky strokes the side of my dick, and I jump, clearing my throat like I’m choking. I am choking on what-the-fuck-is-she-doing?
Lara Lynn pays me no mind, as does everyone else, and smiles tenderly at Kacy. “About ten years, right, honey?” She looks to my dad for confirmation.
“Yes, ma’am.”
They entertain their small talk, and I fight with my own self-control to take Kacy’s hand and shove it down the front of my jeans and tell her, “If you’re going to touch it, mean it.” But I don’t. I have a surprising amount of willpower.
Morgan is on my other side and smacks my elbow the second I reach for my beer. “Psst,” he whispers, as if his presence hadn’t already been announced when he smacked me and my beer went into my mashed potatoes.
“What?” I growl, picking my beer up.
“You spilled your beer.”
I glance over at him. His eyes are half-lidded, and I realize he’s been drinking out of his flask for the last hour. “You spilled it.”
“I did not,” he snaps, looking like he wants to hit me for suggesting it. Here’s the thing about Morgan when he’s been drinking tequila. You know he doesn’t make good decisions, but he also doesn’t have reasoning skills and argues until he’s blue in the face. Right or wrong.
I rip the flask from the pocket of his flannel. “Give me that.”
In the process of Morgan and I fighting over a flask, I hear commotion under the table and realize Sev isn’t on Tilly’s lap anymore but underneath the table.
Before I have time to knock Kacy’s hand away, Sev giggles. “Daddy? Why Kacy touchin’ your boy parts?”
Kacy jumps in her seat, snaps her hand back, and then bursts out laughing.