Page 15 of Broken Prince
“Your dad told me you play. I didn’t expect that.”
He cocks a brow. “Why’s that? I don’t look like a jock?”
“Not that. You just fit the surfer boy vibe so well.”
He hums, nodding his head. “I’m still very much a surfer boy. But I’m also a man of many talents.” A slow grin takes over his lips, making my heart pound faster. That damn smile should be illegal.
He’s rightin front of me now. I have to tip my head back to look up at him.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, his eyes dropping to my lips.
When his hands grip my hips, I have to swallow down the small moan. I’m ashamed to admit how much I want him, how much his touch affects me.
“I want to kiss you, Laney,” he murmurs. “I haven’t been able to get our time together out of my head.”
I suck in a small breath. “Same.” I close my eyes to get a hold of my thoughts. “But we agreed to be just friends. You shouldn’t kiss me.”
“What if I said I don’t think I could be just friends with you.” He leans down, ready to kiss me.
I know I should tell him no, push him away, but I don’t move. I don’t speak. The anticipation kills me.
And just as his lips are about to meet mine, James calls out his name, and it’s like a bucket of ice water being tossed over us.
I jump back out of his grip, eyes widening. He curses under his breath. “This isn’t over, Jellyfish,” he vows before ducking under the water and emerging close to the edge of the pool.
My heart races, that damn nickname on my mind, as I watch him pull his toned, tattooed body out of the water and start talking to his dad.
He grabs a towel, giving himself a quick dry before they head into the house. Groaning, I slip under the water and stay there for a moment. God, what was I about to do?
Doing anything with these guys would just be opening Pandora's box. I need to keep my hands and lips to myself.
But why does he have to make it so damn hard? He wants me. I want him. But I also want his brothers.
Nothing good can come from this, Delaney.
***
The next morning, hunger has me dragging myself out of bed. I spent most of yesterday in that pool, and now I’m exhausted from all the exercise and sun.
Part of me wants to just stay in bed until tomorrow when Mom and I go dress shopping, but I’d starve to death and wither away, as she would say. So I get up, get dressed, and head downstairs.
I haven't seen Logan since he took off yesterday. No sign of Elijah after that talk in the kitchen, and thankfully, I haven’t seen Owen since he almost kissed me in the pool.
As I head towards the kitchen, I pray I don’t run into any of them. Silly of me to wish that, seeing how they all live here, but a girl can hope.
When I step into the kitchen, I’m met with a surprise.
A confused smile takes over my face as I see the cutest little baby with black curls sitting in a highchair.
“Who is this cutie pie?” I ask as I move to stand next to my mom, who’s feeding the baby strawberries. Or attempting to because it’s all over his face rather than in his mouth.
Mom looks up at me with a beaming smile. “This is Bentley, isn’t he just a doll.”
“He is.” He honestly is. Mom and I have permanent baby fever. Anytime we see a baby, it’s instant baby talk and cuteness aggression. “Hello, Bentley. Aren’t you just the cutest? Is that good? Looks yummy.” I baby talk to him, and he lets out a high-pitched baby squeal before blowing raspberries, getting his food all over the place.
We laugh because it’s adorable.
“Who’s baby?” I ask Mom, but she’s not the one to answer me.