ponytail falling forward over her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered through her tears, kissing his forehead and his cheeks and mouth. Briefly, ever so briefly, but still pretty damn cataclysmic to his system.
It had almost been worth it just for that.
Bloody hell. He must have hit his head as well. He had to be concussed to be thinking such ridiculous thoughts about chaste kisses in front of her family. Her pissed off family. Especially compared to this morning’s deep, wet, hungry kisses with a side of cock fondling.
“Marcus!” Lacey’s head turned as she looked up at her brother, the tip of her ponytail brushing her face. “You … Neanderthal. What the hell?”
“It’s fine, Lacey,” Coop said, his head clearing as he gently fingered his jaw. “I deserved it.”
“Damn straight you did, asshole,” Ethan said glowering down at him. Coop took a little comfort from the fact Marcus was nursing his hand.
“Okay, okay,” JJ said, her face appearing over the top of him too as she elbowed Ethan aside. “Show’s over. Can you get up?”
JJ was matter-of-fact. Clearly she’d dealt with a lot of fights in her role as publican. Coop grunted. “Yes.” Even though he wasn’t really sure he could.
Lacey fussed around trying to help. Jarrod offered a hand, which he ignored. He raised himself up on his elbow and shut his eyes against a momentary greying of his vision.
“C’mon man, don’t be stupid,” Jarrod said, grasping Coop’s forearm.
Coop knocked it aside and with supreme effort he stood. His vision greyed again for a moment as he finally stood upright, leaning heavily against Lacey, who just happened to be beside him. She was warm and soft and sweet and smelled like his soap and shampoo.
And his shirt.
He thought about this morning again. Her mouth. Her hand.
Things stirred. He clamped down on them. It was completely inappropriate to be thinking of such things in this situation.
Maybe he really was concussed.
He opened his eyes to find Ethan still glowering, Marcus looking pissed and Jarrod eyeing him carefully before reaching into the nearby freezer for a packet of frozen peas and handing them over.
“Thanks,” Coop said, taking the bag and applying it to his throbbing jaw.
“Was there some particular reason you were just sitting there and saying nothing instead of having the balls to come right out and tell us when you first got here?” Ethan demanded.
Coop had to admit that was a fair question that he didn’t really have a good answer to when he’d impulsively backed Lacey up, but that was okay because she was one step ahead of him.
“ I begged him not to,” Lacey said, standing in front of him trying to protect him from her brothers. “I wanted to handle it my way and have a nice family meal before we got into the … unpleasantries.”
Marcus snorted. “Unpleasantries? Well now isn’t that a nice euphemism for knocked up.”
“Hey!” Lacey said and Coop couldn’t stand the little tremor of hurt he could hear in it.
“That’s enough,” he growled.
He’d been prepared to take the punch but he was done taking any more Weston brother shit. “We get it, you’re pissed. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have let Lacey talk me out of manning up and coming straight out with it. But being insulting isn’t going to solve anything.”
“She’s thirteen years younger than you,” Ethan yelled. “I trusted you with her.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Lacey snapped. “Stop acting like I was some innocent in all this. He didn’t seduce me. I seduced him. I can be pretty damn persuasive when I want to be you know.”
Coop cringed as Ethan, Marcus and Jarrod looked like they needed a can of industrial strength brain bleach.
“Come on, man,” Coop said, looking at the guy who had been his best friend for close to sixteen years. It hurt to talk but the frozen peas had at least started to numb the pain in his jaw. “You know I’m going to
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispered through her tears, kissing his forehead and his cheeks and mouth. Briefly, ever so briefly, but still pretty damn cataclysmic to his system.
It had almost been worth it just for that.
Bloody hell. He must have hit his head as well. He had to be concussed to be thinking such ridiculous thoughts about chaste kisses in front of her family. Her pissed off family. Especially compared to this morning’s deep, wet, hungry kisses with a side of cock fondling.
“Marcus!” Lacey’s head turned as she looked up at her brother, the tip of her ponytail brushing her face. “You … Neanderthal. What the hell?”
“It’s fine, Lacey,” Coop said, his head clearing as he gently fingered his jaw. “I deserved it.”
“Damn straight you did, asshole,” Ethan said glowering down at him. Coop took a little comfort from the fact Marcus was nursing his hand.
“Okay, okay,” JJ said, her face appearing over the top of him too as she elbowed Ethan aside. “Show’s over. Can you get up?”
JJ was matter-of-fact. Clearly she’d dealt with a lot of fights in her role as publican. Coop grunted. “Yes.” Even though he wasn’t really sure he could.
Lacey fussed around trying to help. Jarrod offered a hand, which he ignored. He raised himself up on his elbow and shut his eyes against a momentary greying of his vision.
“C’mon man, don’t be stupid,” Jarrod said, grasping Coop’s forearm.
Coop knocked it aside and with supreme effort he stood. His vision greyed again for a moment as he finally stood upright, leaning heavily against Lacey, who just happened to be beside him. She was warm and soft and sweet and smelled like his soap and shampoo.
And his shirt.
He thought about this morning again. Her mouth. Her hand.
Things stirred. He clamped down on them. It was completely inappropriate to be thinking of such things in this situation.
Maybe he really was concussed.
He opened his eyes to find Ethan still glowering, Marcus looking pissed and Jarrod eyeing him carefully before reaching into the nearby freezer for a packet of frozen peas and handing them over.
“Thanks,” Coop said, taking the bag and applying it to his throbbing jaw.
“Was there some particular reason you were just sitting there and saying nothing instead of having the balls to come right out and tell us when you first got here?” Ethan demanded.
Coop had to admit that was a fair question that he didn’t really have a good answer to when he’d impulsively backed Lacey up, but that was okay because she was one step ahead of him.
“ I begged him not to,” Lacey said, standing in front of him trying to protect him from her brothers. “I wanted to handle it my way and have a nice family meal before we got into the … unpleasantries.”
Marcus snorted. “Unpleasantries? Well now isn’t that a nice euphemism for knocked up.”
“Hey!” Lacey said and Coop couldn’t stand the little tremor of hurt he could hear in it.
“That’s enough,” he growled.
He’d been prepared to take the punch but he was done taking any more Weston brother shit. “We get it, you’re pissed. And you’re right, I shouldn’t have let Lacey talk me out of manning up and coming straight out with it. But being insulting isn’t going to solve anything.”
“She’s thirteen years younger than you,” Ethan yelled. “I trusted you with her.”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Lacey snapped. “Stop acting like I was some innocent in all this. He didn’t seduce me. I seduced him. I can be pretty damn persuasive when I want to be you know.”
Coop cringed as Ethan, Marcus and Jarrod looked like they needed a can of industrial strength brain bleach.
“Come on, man,” Coop said, looking at the guy who had been his best friend for close to sixteen years. It hurt to talk but the frozen peas had at least started to numb the pain in his jaw. “You know I’m going to
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