Flirts! 5 Romantic Short Stories (The Flirts! Collection) by Lisa Scott Page B

as horny, too.

    She stalked off to the parking lot after lunch, and he chased after her. “Hey, I’m giving you a ride to your place.”
    “No need. I’ve got my car.” She wouldn’t face him.
    He spotted her mother catching up to them. “Oh, good. I wanted to be sure you had time to fix yourself up a bit. Can you take her, Rob?’
    “I can drive myself, Mom.” She tucked a stray strawberry-blond hair behind her ear.
    Her mother dismissed the idea with the wave of her hand. “Take some time to get to know each other. You’re family now.”
    He held open his passenger door for her. “Hop in, sis.”
    She got in and slammed the door, crossing her arms like a petulant tween.
    He waited for her mother to wander away before he leaned over, wrapped his hand around the back of her head, and kissed her. She pulled back for a moment, but then her mouth melted onto his with a moan as inspired as it had been the night before, although a bit quieter.
    “Looks like I’ve still got the touch,” he said, skimming his tongue along her jaw line.
    She arched her head back “You’re arrogant.”
    Nuzzling his nose along her neck, he laughed. “I know.”
    “And cocky,” she said, whimpering as he bit her ear.
    “Go on.”
    She wrapped her hand around his head. “And a total playboy.” She pulled away from him and looked out the window. “Leave before someone sees us.”
    “Whatever you want, Samantha.”
    Damn, it was a long fifteen-minute drive to her apartment.

    ***

    Carly couldn’t believe she wpeas returning to her place—with the man she’d pushed out just a few hours earlier.
    He walked in behind her, and slid his hand on her hips. He kissed the nape of her neck and she froze as he pulled the clip from her hair. “Need some help getting ready? I’d say we have two hours before we have to leave.”
    Her heart was pounding even harder than it had been the night before. She wanted to push him out the door again; but she wanted to pull him back into her bed even more.
    She shook her head. “You’re a pig-headed jerk. And you’re my step-brother!” She wiggled her way out of his arms and stormed into the living room.
    “Pig-headed jerk, maybe. But I’m not your step-brother yet.” He followed her in and looked at his watch. “They won’t be officially married for another few hours.” He sat down on the couch and reached for her hand.
    She couldn’t resist. She set her palm on his and he pulled her down onto his lap. “If we do it again, I won’t be a one-night stand. I’m sure that would make you feel better,” he said.
    He probably got whatever—and whoever—he wanted with that grin. She unzipped the back of her sundress. “Very persuasive, Clark. I guess one more time won’t hurt.”
    He shimmied the dress off her and tossed it to the ground. “I just want make you happy again, Samantha.”

    And he did make her very, very happy. They had half an hour to get back to the wedding site. She looked in the mirror and swore. “The whole point of me coming back here was to do my hair. It looks even worse!” She tried fluffing it with her fingers and groaned. Sorry Mom, my new brother raked my ‘do out of place when he had me up against the wall?
    “Can I help?” he asked, pulling at the waistband of her panties as she stood in front of her vanity in the bedroom.
    “Get out of here and stop being hot.” She shooed him away with her hands.
    “My clothes are in the car. I better go get dressed. Unless you think the folks would like this look.” He turned around, modeling his striped boxers.
    “Go!” she said, sliding her flat iron through her hair. “And stop calling them our folks.” She closed her eyes and sighed. Her stepbrother. Of course he was her stepbrother.

    Her mother tapped her wrist like she was checking an imaginary watch when the two of them walked into the church. The wedding started in twenty minutes, and Mom had wanted her there ten minutes ago.
    Her mother tilted her