“Does Brant know you’re here?”
She’d been so absorbed in what she was doing she didn’t even hear the door go. “He, er, wouldn’t let me go home last night.” Her cheeks heated once again.
“That is adorable,” Sean said, moving to take a seat at the kitchen island.
“I thought you were out all night.”
“I was, and now I’m back. It’s morning now, darling. Where’s my brother? You tied him up? Told him you were going to make breakfast, and he couldn’t kick you out?”
Before she had a chance to answer, Brant rounded the corner, slapped Sean upside the head, and walked to her side. “Behave. Elisha doesn’t need to tie me up.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her close. “What are you doing?” he asked.
“I was going to make you breakfast. I hope that’s okay?”
“I’m more than happy with you cooking breakfast. I love to eat,” Sean said. “Especially when a sexy lady is cooking.”
Glancing down at her exposed thighs, Elisha’s shame was complete. “I better go and get dressed.”
“No. Ignore my brother. He’s a total asshole, and he’s not someone you need to worry about. Not at all.”
“I’m not trying to be mean. I love your legs, Elisha.”
“Shut up,” Brant said. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “You’re cooking breakfast.”
She couldn’t help but lick her lips. “Yes.”
“I’m good with that. I need all the energy I can get.” Brant stepped away, going to sit with his brother.
Putting some fat into a frying pan, she melted it on a low heat. “Why do you have everything made up in advance?” she asked.
“I can’t cook,” Brant said.
“He really can’t. It has to be a ready meal or some shit like that,” Sean said.
Brant glared at his brother. “You got a problem, you can go and live back at your college.”
“Are you always like this?”
“Pretty much,” Sean said. “He loves me really. I’m his little brother, and he wouldn’t see anything happen to me.” Sean rested his head on his brother’s shoulder, batting his eyes as he did.
Brant just burst out laughing. “How can anyone stay angry with that face? He’s so adorable.” He grabbed Sean’s cheek, giving it a light pinch.
She couldn’t help but laugh as Sean pouted and pulled away.
“Hey, you’ve got a sister, Elisha?”
“I have.”
“Maybe you can introduce us. I’m really good in bed. I’ve got a lot of women willing to tell you how damn good I am.”
Elisha chuckled. “I have a sister, and I also have a brother-in-law. She’s very happily married, and Andrew would kick your ass.”
“I’m tougher than I look.”
“Beth’s happily married, with a couple of kids. You’ve not got a chance in hell. She’s also older than I am, so no.”
“Damn.” Sean shrugged. “There’s a lot more fish in the sea. I wouldn’t want to hurt the female population with settling down with one woman.”
“I don’t know if I should take you seriously or not.”
“Take me seriously. This is who I am, baby.” He puffed his chest out, and Elisha snorted. Sean was adorable.
“Do you see why we’re at your place most of the time?” Brant asked.
“Nope. I like him. He’s like a little teddy bear, and he’s so sweet.” Elisha smiled at Brant while Sean started to moan.
She listened to the brothers talk as she finished off breakfast. Frying up the eggs, she cooked up the tomatoes, and finally did the pancakes. Grabbing the bacon from the oven, she placed all the food in front of the brothers, and took a seat between them. Brant placed his hand across the back of her chair and kept stroking her side. She loved it when he gave her little caresses even though it was difficult for her to focus on anything but his touch. He knew how to set her on fire, and he was doing an excellent job of making her crazy, and to yearn for his touch.
“Wow, it’s official, you can make shop bought mixes taste amazing. What is in the pancakes?” Sean asked.
“Strawberry extract. I found some in the back of your cupboard.”
“Yes, it was bought during Sean’s strawberry phase about a month ago. He was trying to win a chick over, and all she ate was strawberries,” Brant said.
“I completely forgot it was there.”
Elisha ate her food, aware throughout that Brant kept staring at her. When breakfast ended, she made her way upstairs as Brant wouldn’t let her clean up. She was pulling on some shoes as he made his way into the bedroom. Elisha had gathered her clothes from downstairs before getting dressed.