Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

I hadn’t replied.

I had more important things to do.

Such as doing Vesper.

Vesper stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. “You know, I love being sweet with you.”

Twisting my head, I forced her lips from my cheek to my mouth.

She moaned as I turned and welded our two fronts together, taking the opportunity to slam the door closed and push her against it. “I love being naughty with you.” Following her curves, I squeezed her ass, grinding into her as the kiss waltzed from welcome to wanton.

Her tongue touched mine and I forgot about my brother and Polly.

I didn’t care about lunch or beer or being sociable.

I wanted to drag Ves to my bedroom and try that damn pussy tickler we still hadn’t used.

However, her tongue withdrew, and she slipped from tiptoes to flat. “As much as I want you naked and inside me, I think that would be frowned upon.”

I groaned. “Naked and inside you are my kryptonite.”

“Well, you’ll just have to continue being strong and withstand my superpower.” She pushed me away. “You invited us. Time to host.”

Rolling my eyes, I guided her away from the door and toward the lounge. “You know, we could always vanish for a few minutes.”

“Few minutes, huh?”

“Okay, a few seconds when you look at me like that.” Making sure Rupe and Polly were distracted on the deck, I fisted myself, proudly displaying the pounding erection her kiss caused. “You did this. Isn’t it fair you fix it?”

She glanced where I did, ensuring we didn’t have perverts watching us. Her fingers lassoed around my hardness, squeezing hard. “It is fair I fix it. And I will fix it. But not right now.” Rubbing me, she licked her bottom lip. “Down boy. Behave and I’ll do bad, bad things to you later.”

My head fell back as I contemplated if I should slam to my knees and beg her to strip right here, right now. However, Polly’s voice dispelled my lust mist, turning me human rather than beast once again.

“Wow, this place is impressive.” Polly gawked as she meandered from the deck to the unfinished masterpiece of the lounge. Rupe handed her a premixed vodka from the cooler—he’d been in charge of heading to the bottle-O to get booze, not me.

“It’s a mess. Go on…you can say it.” Rupert laughed. “I do all the time.”

“Hey. Don’t hurt my house’s feelings.” Rearranging my love stick, I took Vesper’s hand and carted her into the kitchen. There, I stuck my fingers into the ice box and pulled out a watermelon premix for her.

Rupe and Polly followed us.

Vesper laughed. “I’ve also learned not to comment badly on this place. It’s his baby.” Taking the drink, Ves twisted the cap off and took a sip. “Then again, the past two weeks have really given it a transformation. You’ve done an amazing job with the place, Ry.”

Hearing her call me that never failed to make my heart skip—and I didn’t fucking care if that made me a sap.

“Thanks. David and I really cranked up the pace. Another few months and she’ll be done.”

“Don’t think I’m not gonna charge for my labour. You’re a slave driver.” Rupert took a swig of the Indian Pale Ale that was his drug of choice. I was more of a pilsner man.

“I’ll pay you in chicken wings.”

“Dude, you better have some of that mango coconut cheesecake. That’s what I want payment in.”

“God!” I groaned dramatically. “I bake once in my miserable life for mum’s birthday and you never let me live it down.”

Rupert snickered. “Only because you wore her pink polka dot apron.” He grinned at Polly. “He looked oh so cute. And the cheesecake wasn’t half bad.”

“You can bake, too?” Ves asked. “A man of many talents.”