Breaking Hollywood(17)

But does she listen?

Nope. The little bastard charges.

"Gucci!"

I try to catch her, but she manages to butt me in the arm.

"Fuck! Little fucker! Speedy! Get your ass in here! Your goat's gone mental!"

Gucci is head-butting any part of my body that she can. I grab hold of  her and try to stop her, but she's a strong little fucker.

Moments later, Speedy comes bursting into my room, looking like she just  leaped out of bed. "What's going on? What are you doing to Gucci?"

"What am I doing? Stopping your goat from butting the hell out of  me-that's what I'm doing! She's gone fucking mental! I woke up to a  head-butt in the face, and now, she won't stop butting me!"

"Gucci! Stop," she says in a firm tone.

But she's fighting laughter; I can tell.

At the sound of Speedy's voice, the goat immediately stops fighting me.  She wriggles free from me and trots over to Speedy, like nothing just  happened.

Psycho goat.

Speedy picks her up. "You shouldn't be in here, baby girl. Now, what  have you been doing to Gabe?" She gently taps the goat on the nose with  her finger.

"Head-butting me is what it's been doing," I growl. "That goat's as fucking nuts as its owner."

Ignoring me, she says to the goat, "You've got to stop head-butting  Gabe, baby girl. He's being really kind, letting us stay here. Now, say  you're sorry to him." She turns the goat to face me.

I swear to God, if the goat could give me the middle finger right now, she would.

"I don't think she's sorry," I deadpan.

Speedy puts Gucci down and ushers her out of the room and into the hall, closing the door on her.

"Baaahhh!"

"I'll be out in a second, Gucci."

Silence.

Then, I hear little hooves trotting against the wood floor. She's probably off to destroy something of mine.

Little fucker.

Speedy walks over to the bed and sits down on the edge.

Her hair is all mussed up. Her tan legs are right there, all gorgeous and enticing. She looks sexy as hell.

She's a goddess. The goddess of sexual torture.

And she's still wearing those barely there shorts and tank. And, sweet  Christ, I can see her nipples through her top again. More so right now,  as they're erect and poking through the fabric. They look so pink and  round and inviting.         

     



 

God, I could just lean forward, take one in my mouth, and suck it through her shirt, making her all wet.

"I'm so sorry about Gucci. I think she's just struggling with the  change. I don't know how she got out of my room. I must not have shut  the door properly. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Are you okay?  You said she butted you in the face? Does it hurt? Gabe? Are you  listening to me? Gabe?"

"Huh?"

Her hands go to her hips. "I said, are you listening to me?"

"Honestly, no. I can see your nipples through your top, and it's really distracting."

"Oh my God!" she screeches as she clamps her arms over her chest. She jumps to her feet. "You-you crude, rude pervert!"

My eyes follow her up.

God, just look at that tight little body.

"Hey. I'm not the one showing my tits off."

"Jackass!"

"Cocktease."

"I am not a cocktease! You-you're just obsessed with staring at women's breasts!"

"I don't deny that I love women's tits. But, when they're put on display like yours are, what am I supposed to do?"

"Be a gentleman and not look. Or at least tell me that you can see them, so I can go change."

I narrow my eyes. "I did tell you."

"Not before you had a good stare at them! You're just a damn pervert."

"You're the one who has a titty hard-on."

"A titty hard-on? What are you? Twelve? Oh, and you've got drool on your chin by the way." She gives a smug look.

I wipe my hand against my chin, which does in fact have drool on it. But  it's not mine; it's that damn fucking goat's. I dry my hand on the  duvet.

"That fucking goat," I mutter.

"She's got a name," she bites. "It's Gucci."

"It's a stupid fucking name."

"You're stupid."

"Now, who's acting twelve, Nipple Girl?"

Her face is red with anger, her eyes flaring. She's never looked hotter. My dick is as hard as steel under the covers.

"Shut up, Hoppy!" She stamps her foot and then stomps off.

"Is that all you've got?" I call to her back. "Aw, come on, Nipple Girl. Don't go. I was just starting to have some fun."

She half-turns. "You can have fun alone."

She nods in the direction of my cock. I look down, and there's a  definite bulge showing under the covers. Seems it wasn't hiding me as  well as I thought.

Oh well.

"I'm going to make breakfast," she says in a pissy tone. "Would you like one dose of arsenic in your coffee or two?"

"I'll skip the arsenic, thanks. Just sugar and creamer." I give her a  saccharine smile. "Will your nipples be joining us for breakfast?"

Her eyes narrow at me. She looks sexy as fuck.

"I don't know. Is your erection going to join us?" Her face flames the second she hears how that sounded.

I burst out laughing. "Speedy! You dirty little pervert!"

"I-I … " she stammers. "Ugh! Fine! Laugh it up, you big jerk!"

She yanks open my door.

"Aw, Speedy! Don't go!"

I can't breathe; I'm laughing so much. Honestly, I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard.

Hard.

And, now, I'm laughing even more.

"Do you want breakfast or not?" she snaps, arms fitted tight over her chest.

I calm my laughter, taking some deep breaths. "Don't worry about  breakfast," I say, still a little breathless. "Tate's coming, and he's  bringing breakfast with him."

"Fine. You still want coffee?"

"Sure."

She walks out the door.

I call behind her, "Don't forget to put a bra on. Wouldn't want you poking out Tate's eyes with those nipples of yours!"

"Go to hell!" she yells as she stomps down the hall.

I hear her bedroom door slam, and I burst out laughing again.





Ava


"Um, what are you doing?"

I stop with the spoon midway to my mouth and look up at Gabe.

God, he looks good. The jackass.

He hasn't shaved in days, so he's covered in sexy stubble, and his hair  looks like he just ran his fingers through it. He's wearing athletic  shorts again, as it's all he can wear with the boot on his leg, and a  running vest on top. He's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life.

Shame he's a jerk.

"I'm eating breakfast."

His brows draw together. "I told you that Tate was bringing breakfast."         

     



 

I put the spoon back in the cereal bowl. "Yeah, but I thought that was just for you guys."

"He always brings enough food to feed a small army. There'll be plenty for you."

"Oh. Okay. Thank you." I feel really warm at the idea that he's including me in breakfast with his brother.

He removes the crutch from under his arm and leans against the counter.  "Where's psycho goat?" he asks, looking around like Gucci's going to  jump out and attack him at any minute.

"Gucci is out on the terrace."

"Shitting?"

"No. Enjoying the sunshine."

"Talking of sunshine, why are you dressed like it's winter?"

I glance down at my sweater and then back up at him. I narrow my gaze at  him. The bastard knows why I'm dressed like this. I wanted to cover up  well after Nipplegate.

I'm wearing a padded bra. It makes my boobs look bigger, but at least it  keeps the nips from showing. And, just to be doubly sure, I put a knit  sweater on. And jean shorts because it is warm out there, so I'm staying  cool where I can.

"Just keeping the girls covered. Wouldn't want to have any more showings and give you another reason to be a pervy jackass."

His mouth spreads into a grin. "Aw, Speedy. I was just playing with you.  Don't cover up on my account. I wouldn't want you to sweat to death."

"I won't." I sit up and fold my arms over my chest. "I'll be perfectly fine."

"If you say so."

"I do. And here's your coffee." I slide over the cup of coffee I made him, and I pick my own up, cradling it in my hands.

He takes a sip and then puts it down. Using his crutch, he leans over  and opens a cupboard where he pulls out a bottle of scotch.

I watch as he pours a good measure into the coffee. Then, he puts the  bottle back into the cupboard and takes another drink of coffee. A gulp  this time.

He sees me staring at him.

"You want to make your coffee Irish?" he asks.

"You used scotch. Wouldn't that make it Scottish?"

His lips press together in a smile. "Someone's snarky this morning."

I raise a disapproving brow. "Don't you think it's a little early to be making coffee anything of the European type?"

His eyes darken, not looking impressed. "If I wanted to be nagged on the  regular, I'd get married. I'm not, so I'll make my coffee however the  fuck I want." Taking his coffee with him and leaving behind one of his  crutches, he heads out of the kitchen.