Junkie(79)

It made him look sexy, and I glanced at his lips. I couldn’t help but relive the feel of those very ones sliding down over my dick as he deep-throated me.

I forced my eyes up, and a knowing look flashed into his. They looked more green than hazel today. His sandy-brown hair fell over his forehead, making me want to run my fingers through it.

“Morning!” Ivy chirped, and I grunted. “Uncle Drew is his usual grumpy self this morning,” she told Nova.

The baby laughed like she didn’t care, so I backtracked a little and pressed a kiss to the soft, dark hair on her head. “Looking like the most beautiful girl in the whole room,” I told her.

She grinned and held out her arms.

“You have to finish your breakfast first,” Ivy told her.

Her lower lip wobbled, and I reached into her seat and pulled her out anyway.

“You can’t just give her everything she wants.” Ivy scolded me.

“Why not?” I asked. “That’s what Braeden does for you.”

“He’s got ya there, baby,” B said, coming up behind her to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“Today’s the big day!” Rimmel said excitedly. Every time she got excited, she bounced around like she might float up to the ceiling.

Romeo tightened the arm at her waist because he knew, just like the rest of us, she was clumsy as hell and would probably fall off his lap if he didn’t hold her.

“So it is,” I said, making a beeline for the coffee pot.

Trent picked up a mug and held it out. I changed course and wrapped a hand around the warm cup and lifted it to my lips. Nova watched me the whole time, her huge blue eyes missing nothing.

“Gamble already has everyone talking,” Romeo said. “The entire team is talking about it and it’s still off-season.”

“Yeah?” I swung around, interested.

“Hells yeah,” B said. “I’ve been getting texts all week. Everyone wants us to get tickets for them for the first race of the new division.”

“We don’t even know when that is,” Trent said.

“The way Gamble works and the amount of interest he’s stirred up in this short amount of time?” Romeo scoffed. “It’s going to be soon. Gamble’s the kind of man to strike while the iron’s hot.”

That made me excited and nervous. I wanted to get in a lot of driving time before the season started. Just because I was a good driver didn’t mean I was the best. I wasn’t a guaranteed win. I needed to work hard just like everyone else.

It made me hate my day job even more. I could be spending that time driving instead of sitting behind a computer.

“What time is the interview?” Ivy asked, drinking her coffee.

“Ten.”

She gasped and leapt up. “Andrew Wayne Forrester!”

I glowered at her because she knew I hated when she used my middle name.

“It seems so obvious now why a Mustang would be your favorite car,” Braeden cracked. “Seeing is how you’re name has roots in the Wild West. Wayne.”

And this was why I hated when she used it. B always had something to say.

Trent laughed.

I glared at him. “What are you laughing at, frat boy?”

“We don’t have time for this,” Ivy demanded, standing up to put her hands on her hips. Blond hair fell around her shoulders in a sleek curtain. How the hell my sister always looked put together was beyond me. “Please tell me that is not what you’re wearing.” She gave my sweats the stink eye.

I was highly offended.

“Nova thinks I look good, don’t you?” I said to my niece. She gave me a toothless grin, then held her arms out to Trent. “You little traitor.”

Trent laughed and pulled the baby out of my arms. When he did, his hand brushed my arm and goose bumps raced down my spine. Before tucking the baby into his side, he gave me a quick look that told me he’d felt it, too.

“You gotta stop growing, midge,” Trent told her. He called her midge because she was a tiny combination of Braeden and Ivy.

“You need to be here more,” Romeo said.

Trent’s mouth thinned a little. I glanced at Romeo and gave him a WTF look. He was riding T’s ass lately about family time. Romeo met my stare almost in a challenge, and I bristled.

Trent had enough going on in his head without Romeo making him feel bad for not being around as much as usual. I was about to call him out right there in front of everyone, but Ivy grabbed my arm.

“Please tell me you aren’t wearing that.”

“They have stylists there, don’t they?”

She groaned like her life was over. “Probably, but you can’t go there looking like that. Have you no consideration for your image?”