“Do I need to knock before I climb up in that food truck?” A deep, amused voice calls from somewhere in the garage. In a heartbeat, both of us look toward the open window of the food truck.
“Shit,” Sutton hisses when he pulls away from me. My body instantly protests the missing warmth of his body. “No, you ass. I’m just showing Kelsey how it turned out.” He scrubs his palm over his face before we peek out the window.
I see a tall, gruff-looking man walking over from an open office door near the other garage bay. Evenat this distance I can see his full beard and blue eyes that any model would kill for. He’s bigger and broader than Sutton with closely cropped hair, but there’s no denying that this has to be his younger brother, Sly.
Sutton leans over and I feel his lips ghost over my ear. “Can we finish this later?”
CHAPTER 40
SUTTON
I am a mess.I just told Kelsey that I love her, and she started a kiss that was more electric and consuming than any we’ve shared before. My cock is now throbbing in my jeans, diverting desperately needed blood away from my scrambled brain, and my brother is walking toward us.
I lean over and whisper into Kelsey’s ear. “Can we finish this later?”
“Yeah, definitely,” she almost whimpers, nodding and biting her lip. “Sooner would be preferable.”
I drop my hand to her lower back and hook my thumb into the waistband of her jeans where Sly can’t see it. “Agreed.”
Sly leans against the open doors at the back, hiking one leg up into the entrance. My eyes immediately fall to his shorts that have his prosthetic leg and thigh tattoos on full display. He hasn’t been shy about his injury, but those are short, even for him.
I’m about to say something, but Kelsey beats me to it. “Do all the Sterling men shop at the same place? And do they offer a discount for using less fabric? Like should I be expecting to see lots of bare thighs this weekend?”
I snort a laugh into my fist. When I look up,Sly smirks between Kelsey and me before his eyes settle back on me. “It’s summer in New Mexico and it’s hotter than sin out, so yes, I wore shorts. Now, are you going to introduce me or just keep staring?”
“Charming as always,” I chide before turning to Kelsey. “Kelsey, this is my brother, Sylvester. Just call him Sly though, or he’ll throw a temper tantrum, because he is in fact still mybabybrother.”
She snorts a laugh and he mumbles a swear under his breath before I turn back to him. “And Sly, this is my girlfriend, Kelsey. Please be nice and don’t scare her off before she gets to meet Sisi. You know our sister will kill both of us if you do that.”
He shudders. “Fair enough. I know better than to piss her off.” He steps up into the back of the food truck and it makes the whole vehicle rock once. He extends a hand toward Kelsey. “He hasn’t shut up about you for years, glad to finally put a face to the name.”
She reaches out to shake his hand, but I notice the way a delicate pink flush spread across her cheeks. My mind goes right back to what we were doing, and not just the part where I told her I loved her and she shoved her tongue down my throat in the hottest kiss of my life. No, I also think back to the look of excitement in her eyes when I told her I wanted her to do the food truck thing together—that she was part of my plans. Even though she didn’t say those words back to me, I could feel it. The way she kissed me was electric and I desperately want to be alone with her. I guess that will have to wait though.
“Your brother’s told me so much about you.” She smirks at Sly and shakes his hand once.
He lets out a low whistle. “Hopefully not the bad parts, because I’d hate to have to air Sutton’s dirty laundry.”
“Alright.” I step in between them. “That’s it. Why are you really here, Sly? We have all weekend to catch up.”
He grins and slaps me on the shoulder. I rub the spot because I’m positive it’s going to leave a bruise. “Sisi wanted me to tell you that you can check in at the motel whenever.”
“And you have to come here and tell me that why? She could have just texted me.”
He shamelessly smirks back at me. “Because she’s working at the motel right now and I wanted to hold it over her head that I got to meet your girlfriend before her. I figured you’d stop here first.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and sighs. “Speaking of the bride-to-be, you better get going before Slade gets here and weasels his way into taking the good suite at the motel.”
“She’s freaking working today?”
He clenches his jaw and exhales through his teeth, shaking his head. “Yeah, our wonderful cousin called in sick, so Sisi’s covering until someone else comes in at lunch. So fair warning. It might be a madhouse when you check in.”
“We better get over there and see if she needs help.” I walk to the back and hop down, turning to give Kelsey a hand. Looking up at her in the van, I love the choice of colors I picked for the fresh paint—blue and stormy gray—exactly the way I remember the sky and her eyes on our picnic hike that day in Jackson.
Sly chuckles to himself. “You’re already doing plenty for her this weekend. You really want to add to your workload?”
Kelsey takes my hand and hops down, then walks right over to Sly. She stands beside him and folds her arms over her chest, eyeing me up and down. “Come on, you know he needs to feed his raging hero complex.” She winks at me and makes a little kissy face.
Sly looks at her with an approving grin. “Oh, I like you. Idon’t care about Sisi’s seating chart, I’m sitting next to you. You’re already way more fun than Slade.”
They walk back toward our SUV through the open garage door. All I can think about is how much I hate seeing her walk away from me, even if I get a perfect view of her ass, because I want to be by her side every waking moment.