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I glared at him.
Liam chuckled. “Okay, so I see you already have the brother-sister vibe down. Rebel, if you’re sure you don’t want me to take him, I’ll get going.”
I eyed Vaughn warily, not at all sure that Liam was reading the vibe between us right, but Vaughn had his eyes closed and clearly wasn’t moving anytime soon. Even still, I wanted him to know I could protect myself if I had to. “Go. You have a family to get home to. I’m sorry for keeping you out late. I’ll be fine. I have a gun if my brother here decides to do anything remotely unbrotherly. Hear that, Vaughn?”
He didn’t open his eyes, but he did flip me the bird, so I assumed he had the message. Liam left, and I closed the door softly behind him, leaning back on it while I studied the big man in my bed.
He went to take another swallow from the bottle of bourbon, but I caught it before he could get his lips to it. “Nope. That’s about enough for you. Next thing you put in your mouth is going to be coffee.”
He cracked an eye open. “I’m on your bed, Roach. Next thing I put in my mouth could be your pussy if you play your cards right.”
I widened my eyes at him. “Did you seriously just say that to your sister.”
He waved his hand around dismissively. “Stepsister.”
“Oh, so when you want to lick my pussy, I’m your stepsister?”
“When I want to lick your pussy, you’re my woman.”
I squinted at him. “You’re plastered. I’m making coffee. And for the record, I’m no one’s woman.”
“Coffee is good, then.”
I hid a laugh at his drunkenness, but at least he was a respectful drunk. I doubted he even knew where a clit was though, with half a bottle of bourbon in his system.
I waited for the coffee to be ready, even though it was verging on dinnertime and really getting too late for me to drink the stuff if I wanted to sleep tonight. But Vaughn needed it. I brought a steaming mug to the bedside, and he managed to shift into a sitting position, his back and shoulders against the headboard. He sipped his coffee slowly.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I don’t normally get this drunk.”
I stood away from him, leaning on a wall with my own mug in my hands. “It’s fine. Thank you for bringing my purse back. I had my friend’s guys searching for it.”
“Thought you might need it. I didn’t steal anything from it, but I did open your purse to find some ID with your address on it.”
“Good of you not to take the three dollars and seventy-five cents I keep in there.”
“Did think about taking the condoms though. Glow-in-the-dark ones are cool. Kinda makes your junk look like a lightsaber.”
I sniggered. “If you were gay, you could both wear them and have lightsaber fights in the dark.”
Vaughn winked. “If I were gay, I wouldn’t get to lick pussy though.”
I cocked my head to one side. “You’re really into that, huh?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Giving or receiving?”
He groaned. “Please tell me you do both.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
He sipped his coffee again. “This is really good.”
“I work at a bar. I’m well used to making coffee to sober people up. Don’t like just kicking them out at closing time.”
“That’s nice of you.”
I lifted one shoulder. “I just prefer not to have to clean vomit in the parking lot.”