“No, you probably can’t.” She chuckles innocently enough. “But it’s there, waiting to be provoked.”
I glance her way, my cock already going hard. “Yeah? I bet you’re sexy when you’re angry.”
“I’m the type of girl who just storms away.”
“Right.” I furrow my brow. “If you’re not storming away, then you’re not the Grace I know.”
Her cheeks go a pretty pink, but she can’t help but to laugh softly. “God, how many times have I embarrassed myself in front of you?”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure.” She shrugs and leans against my touch as my hand rises to caress her cheek.
“I love you for you, and only you.” I brush her cheek and push her hair out of her face so I can see her without any obstruction. “When you’re running away insisting that you have to pee, or when you’re trying to put on a tough girl act. See, I know you well enough now to know that I want to know everything else about you. Every little detail,” I admit, my gut clenching at the close call for the millionth time.
“That’s the sweetest—”
I don’t let her finish before I’m crushing my lips against hers, shutting her up in an instant. She kisses me back, nips my lip gently before slipping her tongue into my mouth.
And fuck me if I’m wrong, but I make a mental note to ask her if she’s been practicing and grin to myself. This nerdy, beautiful, sexy, intelligent, brave, one-of-a-kind babe is mine.
When we both take a moment to breathe, she presses one hand firm against my chest, steadying herself before cocking her head up to me…
“How about a little game of poker, Professor?”
Did you like Jack and Grace and want some more steamy romance? Turn the page for The Switch, a wrong bed, right guy story!
The Switch
The Switch
Kaitlin Pepper has been crazy about Rick Blade since they were kids. She’s got one more night to make her move before he leaves the country for Doctors Without Borders. If only his cocky, biker brother Trygg would give them some space, maybe she’d have a shot…
Trygg Blade has always thought of Kitty as the annoying girl next door, but when she mistakes him for his twin and shows up at his house wearing only a trench coat and a shaky smile, he starts to reconsider.
26
Kaitlin
Kaitlin swallowed the last bite of her bagel and stared at the coffee mug in her hand through gritty eyes before letting out another, long yawn.
Nine AM and she still hadn't gotten her first wind yet. She had a long-ass day of landscape planning to do and it was going to be brutal unless she managed to wake the hell up.
The sound of chipper whistling sailed through the open kitchen window along with the warm summer breeze. Instead of cheering her, though, the sound made her want to spit nails.
She set the mug down on the granite island hard enough to send the liquid sloshing over the sides and pushed herself off the stool she'd been sitting on.
Enough was enough. She'd kept her lip zipped last Sunday—her only day to sleep in—when he'd decided six AM was the perfect time to mow his grandmother’s lawn. And she hadn't made a peep when he'd kept her up until two AM the week before with what sounded like a frat party over there. But pulling into the driveway on his Harley at three this morning without a single care for people like her who didn't have the luxury of working whenever they felt like the height of selfishness.
If she bit her tongue any harder, she'd chew it clean through.
She stalked toward the door, both barrels locked and loaded. When she’d agreed to house sit for her mother while she took a trip abroad to “find herself”, Kaitlin had never imagined she’d wind up living next door to the Blade brothers again. It had been good and bad. Great to see Rick and catch up, and she was excited to work on her grandmother’s home to bring the property back to its former glory, but Trygg Blade had finally worked her last nerve. As much as she'd rather spend the rest of the summer avoiding him at all costs, she’d had it.
She threw the door open and made her way across the lawn, rounding a fat evergreen to find the man in question sitting on his front porch leafing through a pile of mail, still whistling.
The anger that had been bubbling beneath the surface like a witch's brew turned to shock as she took stock of the man before her.
He was dressed in a pair of worn, faded jeans slung low around his lean hips…And nothing else.
Christ on a cracker, who walked around like that?
Her cheeks flamed as she tried to tear her eyes away, to no avail. His body was ridiculous. Wide shoulders, tanned from the sun. Stomach, flat and muscled, even when he was sitting. And those arms…covered in ink and with biceps that didn't even need flexing to show off their good side.
As if suddenly aware of her presence, he stopped his whistling, looked up and locked gazes with her. The words she'd been muttering to herself on the short walk over died on her lips.
Lord, he was handsome. Take a girl’s breath away kind of handsome. His hair was freshly washed, an inky, tousled mess. His face was at once stark and sensual. His cheekbones, two slashes of marble, his jaw square enough to measure by, but a mouth that managed to look both firm and commanding and quick to smile.
His dark, soulful eyes seemed like they could see right through her and sent a sizzle of feminine awareness through her, which only served to irritate her even more.
Obviously, those feelings had nothing to do with him. She didn’t even like him. Her brain was just confusing her attraction to Rick with Trygg. Which made sense, since they were nearly identical, besides the ink.
Oh, and except for the fact that Rick was sweet and kind and smart and funny. Unlike Trygg, who was currently smirking at her, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Good morning, Kitty. What can I do for you?"
The childhood nickname sent another blast of annoyance through her and she gave him a chilly glare, refusing to remind him for the fifth time in the past few weeks that no one called her that anymore.
"Is that a rhetorical question, or do you really want to know?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
He cocked his head, seeming to consider the question, before giving it a quick shake.
"Nope. You're right. I actually don't want to know." He rolled to his feet and stuffed the mail he'd been holding into his back pocket and gave her a half-hearted salute of dismissal. "Happy Friday."
Arrogant prick.
He'd turned to go, giving her an unimpeded view of his muscled back and making it up two of the porch steps before she found her voice again.
"It might be a happy Friday if you hadn't woken me up at three in the morning with that god-awful monster of a bike. I couldn't fall back to sleep and have been up ever since. Maybe you can try to get home a little earlier during the week when people have to work the next day."
She knew she sounded like a priggish shrew, but somehow he seemed to excel at bringing out that side of her.
He turned, leaning his ass on the porch railing and gazing down at her, a smile tugging at his firm lips.
"So, just to clarify, you--my next door neighbor, for those keeping score--are suggesting that you give me a curfew. Have I got that right?"
"Well, no. I mean, not a curfew..." Kaitlin gnawed at her lower lip for a long moment before continuing. "Don't turn this around on me, Trygg," she retorted. “Ever since you started staying here, it’s been nothing but problems for me.”
"This is my grandmother’s house and I need to get it ready to sell, which is easier to do if I don’t have to drive back home half an hour away every night. That said, I'm a grown-ass man, Kitty. I come and go as I please, and no one is going to stop me. Now, if you're asking if I can try to be more mindful of my temporary neighbor? That I can do."
He dropped off the second step to land a few feet from her on the grass and peered down at her.
"I’m planning to go out tonight and then stay at my own
apartment in town, so you don’t have to worry. And next time I take the bike and come home late, I'll shut it off and roll it up the driveway if that makes you feel any better." He leaned in and tapped her nose with the tip of his finger. “And by the way, you've got poppy seed in your teeth."
Damn it.
"Which one?"
He let out a low chuckle and turned to jog lightly back up the stairs. "Pretty much all of them."
She let out a muffled curse as she scrubbed at her teeth with the pad of her index finger.
Ugh, why did stuff like that always seem to happen when he was around? It was like she waited until the one person who was most likely to tease her and revel in her misery was present and accounted for before she did anything embarrassing.
She shuffled her way back home, face still burning when she walked through the door again.
Whatever. Who cared, anyway? She didn't need to impress Trygg Blade. Judging by the past few weeks, he’d obviously already made up his mind to treat her like a child for the rest of their lives, despite the fact that she'd just turned twenty-five. She needed to stop thinking about him and start thinking about impressing the one person who really mattered now that she was back in the old neighborhood.
Rick Blade.
Kaitlin picked up her coffee and took a sip as she thought about him. Like his twin Trygg, Rick was gorgeous. But unlike Trygg, Rick was really sweet, super easy to talk to, and an all-around great guy. He also hadn't slept with eighty-five percent of the females in town and didn't have an arrest record.
Huzzah.
Not that she needed any of those reasons to be crazy about the man. He was pretty much perfect for her. Trustworthy, and loyal. There for the people he cared about when the chips were down. If he hadn't had the same girlfriend throughout his entire high school career and then another during college, she probably would've realized what she should’ve realized when they'd met on her eighth birthday.
They were made for each other.
And now he was a doctor, about to spend three months in Africa donating his time at various village clinics. Which meant that she had one night left—tonight—to make sure he realized he had someone waiting for him when he came home, if he wanted her.
At least something good had come out of her sparring with Trygg this time. He’d basically told her he had no plans to come back to his gran’s house tonight, which meant she could finally make her move on Rick. Up until now she was sure she’d missed her chance, nerves making her stall until pretty much last minute.
A quiver of anticipation mixed with abject terror coursed through her. When the phone jangled a few minutes later, she was still trying to decide if she could actually go through with it.
She glanced down at the screen and pulled the phone to her ear.
"You must be psychic, Ally! I was sending up the mental bat signal like crazy.”
If there was a person in this world that would be able to give her the confidence to do this, it was her best friend since middle school, Ally. They’d been inseparable until college and even then, and through Kaitlin’s move two hours away, they still managed to stay as close as sisters. Ally was the nuts to Kaitlin’s hot fudge sundae, and this wild move was right up her alley.
“I’m here to serve, Commissioner,” Ally chirped back without missing a beat. “What does Gotham need?”
“I need you to make me look like a sex pot.” She swallowed back the rush of nerves and straightened her shoulders. “Because tonight, I’m going to put the moves on Doctor Rick Blade.”
27
Trygg
Trygg sat in front of the TV and flipped the channel with a contented sigh.
He had intended to go out, but damn if he wasn’t happy to be mellow for once. His guys at the shop had just completed a sweet-ass paint job on the custom Harley he’d designed for a famous musician in the area and it was going to be like a mobile advertisement for his already booming shop. Then, he’d finished the remodel of Honey’s little bathroom, and the realtor had called and told he and Rick that she recommended putting the house up for forty grand more than they’d originally planned.
Round it out with getting to tug Kitty Pepper’s braids a little this morning, and he’d call it a near perfect day.
He grinned, recalling the fire in her navy blue gaze.
He really shouldn’t get so much enjoyment out of her irritation, but for some reason, it never failed to cheer him up.
He took a swallow of beer and peered at his watch. Not even nine o’clock yet. Way too early for bed, but as much shit as he’d talked to Kitty this morning about a big night out, he really was beat. He’d spent four hours on his knees tiling and then another two in Rick’s Mini, driving his ass to the airport. A long, hot shower and seven hours worth of shuteye was looking better and better every minute.
He’d just finished his beer and flipped off the TV and the lamp beside him to make his fantasy a reality when the doorbell rang.
A frown wrinkled his brow as he made his way to the door. That girl he’d messed around with the other night had been texting like crazy ever since. She’d been to his place in town, but he didn’t recall giving her his grandmother’s address.
So who the hell could it be?
He turned the knob and yanked it open to find a beautiful woman standing there, like a genie he’d conjured out of thin air.
“Hey, you,” she murmured, her voice husky and trembling.
Fuck.
Trygg’s tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as his brain tried to catch up with what he was seeing.
Little Kitty Pepper, the ginger girl next door.
The ginger girl he’d spent the past fifteen years teasing mercilessly just for kicks.
The ginger girl who had somehow morphed into the smoking hot woman standing in his foyer wearing only a cleavage-baring trench coat and a shaky smile.
His pulse kicked into overdrive, sending an unwanted shaft of need through him even as confusion clouded his mind.
What was she doing here? And why was she talking to him so sweetly?
He was still trying to untangle that mess when she stepped closer and pressed her soft lips to his.
The reaction was instant and all consuming. Like she’d lit a match and set him on fire. His brain sizzled to a stop and pure instinct took over.
What did it matter why she’d come? She was here now. And apparently, she wanted him.
The exhaustion and aches from the day of hard labor vanished in an instant.
His arms snaked around her trim waist and he jerked her closer, suddenly desperate to feel her curves crushed against him. He slanted his mouth more tightly to hers, sliding his tongue between her lips, and she parted them with a moan low in her throat.
She was all mint and heat and softness and he let his hands drift lower to grip those rounded hips. And even then, he was totally unprepared for it when she rolled those hips against him, grinding her pubic bone into his swollen shaft.
Another hot rush of blood drained south and he made one last grasp for common sense.
This was wrong. He might be a cocky son of a bitch in need of an attitude adjustment, but the last time he checked, he had some morals. He drew the line at sleeping with women who didn’t know the score. Clearly, she was out of her depth here, and primed for regrets.
Hell, she didn’t even like him most of the time.
Maybe she was drunk?
That only made it worse. He might tease her, but he they’d known each other since they were kids and he would never want to take advantage of her that way.
Just when he worked up the strength to push her away, she stepped back on her own. Her glittering blue eyes never left his as she reached down to the belt still loosely knotted at her waist and tugged, letting the coat fall open to reveal what it had been hiding.
And, damn, was it good.
Some sort of bustier, heart-shaped contraption clung to every curve, leading to a vee right above her belly button that pointe
d down to a teensy pair of panties that looked like they were made of the same material fairy wings were made out of.
One thing was for damned sure.
Little Kitty Pepper was all woman now.
She sucked in a shuddering breath and her full, firm breasts threatened to spill over the top.
God, give me strength.
He clenched his fists at his side and called on every ounce of self-discipline in his notoriously undisciplined mind.
“Ah, shit. Kitty, look--”
“No!” She wet her lips and stepped closer, the flush on her cheeks giving her that freshly-fucked look that made his already iron-hard erection even harder. “Please don’t say anything. Just let me…”
Her husky voice trailed off as she straightened her shoulders and rolled up onto her toes. The scent of cookies washed over him and he swallowed a groan.
Leave it to Kitty to pick the one scent no man in the world would find sexy as the frontrunner for her big seduction.
Only—damn it to hell—it was sexy.
On her.
And why was that? She was like an annoying kid sister to him.
Was being the operative word. But in the past few weeks, he’d started to realize she wasn’t a kid anymore. Now here she was, twenty-five and half-naked, bent on seduction.
She pressed against him harder, peppering his jaw with awkward but enthusiastic kisses and pushing him farther into the house. He put his hands on her shoulders, but couldn’t bring himself to push her away. With a flick of her foot, she slammed the door behind them.
She pushed him all the way to the living room, and shoved him down on the couch. Her eyes burned with lust through the dark, overwhelming him with desire.
“I want you.”
She jammed her knee into the cushion next to him and swung the other silky-smooth leg over, straddling his lap. Her tongue dragged across his neck, tasting his essence. Her breasts pressed into his firm chest, and she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and tugged.
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