Uninhibited

Pint-sized accomplice

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"Molly?" Trey says, severely befuddled. His eyes flit from the door to me as the two of us barely bite back our laughter.

Of course we'd be interrupted. Perhaps third time's not a charm?

He eases his palms from beneath my shirt, and I internally meltdown when those remarkable metacarpals leave my body.

Kind of insane that his touch can make my freight train of a mind slow to a handcar. Or is it a pump car? I could do some pumping. But seriously, he calms the crazy thoughts—obviously synapses are firing again—yet makes something deep inside me burn. Not in an itchy rash or an unpleasant way.

You get me.

It's not only my brain that appreciates him. My body is a squealing fangirl too. Be real, I could've told you that back in bathroom number one.

"We," he whispers, "will finish this later." A single brow quirks above his eye. I wish I had that skill.

"Mm-hmm." The back of my head rests against the cold wall, helping to curtail the adrenaline, or oxytocin, or whatever it is that has my chest exploding, ears roaring, pussy throbbing. That was extra.

But it is.

"Uncle Trey?" Molly says again, more like scolds.

I peek around his shielding frame, and her hand pops to her petite waist while the other holds the door open. I almost think I spy the smallest glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Nah, no way. She's far too innocent.

Anyway, the birthday girl is looking fab in a purple dress and tiara. I hadn't gotten a chance to itemize anyone's outfits in the parking lot. You know, where I told his sister he sucks at sex. Also, halle-fuckin-lujah to Trey stating the party ordeal would've been too much. He's right, and I can see why he kept his mouth shut about it, though maybe we're turning a new leaf.

What was Court's outlandish recommendation? Communicate? Never heard of it. But I do hear the grumbles from the birthday girl. Who is looking fab. Who is looking directly at me, standing in front of her uncle, who was just all up in my business?

This is not normal.

I revert to the safe borders of his shoulders and hike my chin. Hello, dude. This is one of yours.

"You are aware this is the ladies' room, aren't you?"

"Yes," he says through his teeth, appearing to be in serious discomfort. "I'm aware."

Why hasn't he turned around? I figured he'd be getting us outta here as soon as possible, yet his body remains less than an arm's length from mine. His skin peeks out from the v of his collar. Can't wait to see the other V again.

Maybe I'm horny, not hungry? My stomach growls. Definitely hungry.

His eyes go wide before drifting downward. "It's not going away," he says quietly, with an uncomfortable smile.