There’s something undeniably sexy about a woman with confidence, and Megan has it in spades. But I’d already gathered that from our previous encounters.
The pull of attraction to her was palpable then, but now it has become a force to be reckoned with.
When Gina pulled back the covers to reveal Megan sleeping in the nude, my body reacted as any straight, hot-blooded male’s would.
That gleam in her eye and the self-assurance she had when she stood up and addressed us in all her naked glory was something to behold. But for all her sexiness, Megan has an innocent look about her.
It’s the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and her bright-green eyes that tilt at the corners, reminiscent of a Disney Princess or a mystical fairy with a penchant for mischief.
Other than that—from what I saw—the rest of her alabaster skin is completely free of freckles or blemishes.
She has perky breasts, small, but perfect, and a narrow waist. She has a flat stomach, delicious hips that flare out, and thick thighs.
I’m going to have her.
Up until today, I could dismiss Megan as one of my little sister’s best friends. Never-to-be-touched. Evie will just have to forgive me—because I’m going after what I want. Megan Kane.
She might not be interested in me because I have a reputation with the ladies. But I have a feeling that in Megan’s case, it wouldn’t bother her one iota. Either way, I’m not as bad as they all think I am.
Sure, women love me, and I love them. But I’m nothing like Gina’s boyfriend, Brayden, who used to sleep with a different girl every night of the week until he met Gina.
I’m quite the opposite, actually. I’m a big flirt—guilty as charged.
But I usually have one girl I stick with for extended periods of time because I’m deployed a lot, and I like to know that someone is waiting for me when I come back. Kind of selfish of me, I know, but there it is.
My last girlfriend, Rochelle, got lonely in my previous six-month absence when I was in Pakistan and found someone new. It happens. Loneliness is a son of a bitch. We’re still friends.
Honestly, we should have never become more than friends, but I didn’t have anyone at the time, and there’s something about having a person outside of your family that cares for you and worries about your well-being.
Plus, sexy care packages are always a pick-me-up when you’re in the middle of the desert with no alcohol and hardly any women to speak of.
“Hello, Earth to Trev,” Evie says, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
“Huh?”
“Where would you like to eat?” she repeats the question.
“Anywhere is fine, I’m not picky. Although, I wouldn’t mind one of Gina’s bacon-and-egg sandwiches on a jalapeño-and-cheddar bagel,” I reply.
Gina’s face lights up like a Christmas tree. She’s such a sweet girl, and her food is out of this world.
I catch the sight of Megan rolling her eyes behind Gina’s back. I smile. It’s obvious she’s not facetious; that’s just her personality. Returning my gaze to Gina, I notice that the light has left her eyes.
“Sweet Something’s by Gina is still under construction after the incident,” Gina informs me in a voice barely above a whisper.
Damn, I forgot all about that. Gina has recovered in such perfect health that it’s easy to forget that she was in the hospital recovering from her injuries just a few short months ago.
“IHOP sounds good too,” I quickly suggest.
“By the way, why am I the only guy here? Not that I mind being surrounded by beautiful women. But I don’t want to be surrounded by beautiful women talking nonstop about wedding plans for two whole weeks.”
“Don’t worry, big brother. I wouldn’t do that to you. Hunter and Brayden are both working today, but Hunter will be off at 4 o’clock. Brayden has one more day at the fire station before he’s off for four days.
“We’ll drop you off at the men’s camp as soon as Hunter gets home,” Evie informs me.
Mentally, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Observing Megan’s unguarded look of pure jealousy, I’d say she’d like to defect to the ‘men’s camp’ with me. Chuckling to myself, I shake my head. Megan definitely isn’t your average girl.
Last night, Granny Mabel made me a home-cooked meal of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob like she always does when I come home to visit.
But, by the loud rumbling of my stomach, as we sit down in a booth at IHOP, you’d think I hadn’t eaten in a week. Megan looks up from her menu at me from across the table.
“Somebody’s hungry,” she comments.
“He’s a growing boy,” Evie teases, patting me on the arm from beside me.
“He looks all man to me,” Megan mumbles, but I hear her loud and clear and give her a wink. She arches a perfectly shaped brow at me and then looks back down at her menu, ignoring me once again.
This angle is giving me the perfect view of the adorable freckles sprinkled across the bridge of her nose.
“Had your fill yet?” she quietly challenges, without even looking up.
“Not even close,” I respond, grinning, and lean back against the booth, crossing my arms over my chest. Gina and Evie are oblivious to the quiet exchange as they discuss what they want to order.
Narrowing her eyes, Megan finally looks up at me again.
“You couldn’t handle this,” she says with a knowing gleam in her eye.
“Bet,” I smugly reply.
Her eyes widen slightly, and I see a smirk playing at the corner of her pink lips. She’s up for the challenge, and damn it, so am I.
The gauntlet has been thrown, and the challenge is accepted. My cock twitches in eager anticipation of the forthcoming games.
My lust quickly cools as soon as my tunnel vision wears off and I remember that I’m sitting next to my baby sister in IHOP.
“Are you ready to order?”
Looking up, I see our waitress, a petite brunette, with soft brown eyes and deep dimples, smiling down at me.
“I’ll have the T-bone steak and eggs. Medium for both. Thanks.”
Her eyes flit over to Evie, signaling that she’s ready to jot down her order, and as Evie rattles off what she wants, the waitress’s eyes keep sliding back to me.
I can’t help but give her a knowing smile, accompanied by a flirtatious wink. I watch in interest as her smooth pale complexion turns pink when she blushes.
Megan grumbles something about ‘men,’ and cuts her eyes at me. Chuckling, I shrug my shoulders as if to say what. Can I help it if the women love me?
“That’s Trevor, slaying the ladies everywhere he goes,” Evie comments, laughing as the waitress walks away.
I’m not worried about Megan’s reaction to the little flirtation that took place.
She’s much too confident to be intimidated by a little competition. Besides, I’ve learned that there’s nothing sexier to a woman than catching a man that other women want. The same goes for men.
Who wants a woman that no other man would desire? No one.
“All right, ladies. I’m your willing, captive audience for the day, so what’s on the agenda?” I inquire, taking a sip of my orange juice.
“Venues and dresses,” Megan volunteers.
Everyone looks at her in shock.
“What? I am the maid of honor, aren’t I? I’ve had this stuff planned for a while.”
Evie’s smile is so bright that it lights up the room and Megan smiles sheepishly back at her.
Groaning in despair, I interrupt their seemingly telepathic moment of girl bonding.
“Venues. Okay. But dresses? Are you trying to kill me? Couldn’t you have done cake tasting today? I wouldn’t mind tasting some cakes,” I complain.
Gina gives me a sympathetic smile from across the table.
“I’m making the cakes,” Gina explains. “I’m going to make a bunch of small sample cakes and bring them over to Granny Mabel’s for Christmas dinner; that way everyone can taste them.”
“Fine. But is there any way I can skip out on the dress shopping?” I plead.
“Not a chance,” Megan says with an evil glint in her eye.
I’m not certain, but I think she might be trying to get back at me for flirting with that waitress.
“Please, Trevor. I really would like a guy’s opinion,” Evie begs, batting her big brown doe-like eyes at me. She knows I’d do anything for her. We’re all we’ve got in the way of family, besides our Granny Mabel.
“Damn it, Evie. You’re going to owe me big time for this,” I warn her.
She just smiles up at me and then leans her head on my shoulder. “Aw, you know you love me,” she taunts.
Knowing the depths that I’d go to make the people I love happy makes me hesitant to find that one woman who would inspire that same fierce loyalty, and not out of familial obligation, but from my own desire to please her.
That’s a scary-ass thought.
