Page 83 of Somehow You Knew

He rolls his eyes as Parker speaks again. “What’s going on is that we need your assistance for a little…payback.” He rubs his palms together, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Payback?” My eyes dart between the brothers. “For what?”

Parker wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll explain everything.”

Penn rolls his eyes and hikes up his tool belt on his waist. “Now that that’s settled, let’s finish up this jungle gym so I can actually put my feet up for a bit today.”

We get back to work, and I try to keep my heart rate under control for a multitude of reasons.

***

I’m in my room, grabbing some clothes on my way to take a shower, when I hear the front door open and shut.

“Blueberry! Oh my God, I missed you!”

Fuck. My wife is home.

I make my way down the hall, coming to a dead stop when I find Hazel sprawled on the floor, letting Blueberry cover her face in slobbery kisses. As my gaze tracks lower, I realize she’s wearing the most pathetic excuse for a dress I’ve ever seen—strapless, barely grazing her mid-thigh, and so sheer it hides very little of what’s underneath.

Fuck me.

“Oh look, it’s my husband!” she exclaims. She pushes up off the floor, straightening her dress and batting her hair from her face while trying to maintain her balance. In other words, drunk as a skunk.

I fold my arms and lean against the wall. “Well, you look like you had fun.”

Hazel snorts. “Um, yeah. You could say that.” Winking, she kicks off her heels and stumbles toward the fridge. “I need some pizza.”

I follow her, watching her dig through the fridge like she might manifest a Domino’s order from thin air. “We don’t have any pizza, Hazel.”

Her frown is instant. “Ugh. That’s dumb!”

I watch her open and close cabinets until she finds a bag of Doritos. “Jackpot!”

I bite back a laugh. It’s been a long time since I’ve tamed an intoxicated woman, but seeing Hazel like this makes me more than a little curious as to how bold she might be with a little alcohol in her system.

“Let me get you some water,” I say, rounding the counter.

Hazel groans as I reach into the cabinet for a glass. “God, why do you have to be so hot?”

Twisting to face her, I try to contain my smirk. “You think I’m hot, huh?”

She rolls her eyes, a reaction I’ve come to expect from her by now. “Oh, come on, Gage. You have eyes. Surely you’ve seen me checking you out.”

I flex my bicep mockingly. “It’s the tattoos, isn’t it?”

Hazel sighs. “The tattoos, the pierced tongue…” She falls into my chest, gripping my shirt. And fuck, she feels amazing pressed up against me like this, her soft to my hard, her smell directly under my nose so that I have no choice but to soakit in.

“Do you have any other piercings?” she asks breathlessly, her eyes darting to my mouth and then back to my eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, but my dick is swelling in my pants, eager to show her the other jewelry on my body.

No, Gage. This is dangerous and she’s fucking drunk.

Eyes wide, Hazel licks her lips. “I would. Ireallywould.” She runs her hand down my chest, slowly working her way lower.

My brain finally kicks in, and I grab her hand. “You’re drunk, Hazel.”

“Duh.” Stumbling back, she brushes her hair from her eyes. “Did you just realize that?”