Free Surge (St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders) Book 3: St. Martin Family Saga: Emergency Responders by Gina Watson Page B

she didn’t vomit down his back.
    “You’re a strong man.” She squeezed his ass.
    “Will you please stop violating me?” The brothers howled with laughter. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
    Back at the estate he carried Lexi up to her designated room and placed her on the bed. She immediately started to gag so he turned her onto her side and held a trashcan beneath her head. Once she was done gagging he went to the attached bathroom and ran cold water over a rag. On the bed her top had unhooked and her huge jiggly breasts were exposed. And yeah, they were attractive but there were some problems: A) they were silicon, unnatural; B) She’d gone a few sizes too large and they extended the width of her back. He personally didn’t like that look; C) They weren’t Clara’s.
    “Will you help me get this dress off?”
    Of course he would. He just felt sorry for her now. He peeled the dress down and since she’d been showing what she had all over the dance floor he wasn’t surprised to find her completely naked beneath. He wiped her face with the cold rag and gave her a bottle of water.
    “If you stay, I’ll fuck you really well.” Her hand grasped his crotch hard and he instinctively pushed her away. “You like the daughter.”
    His head shot up and he looked into her eyes. “What?”
    “The daughter, Clara, you like her.”
    His lips tightened at her expert analysis. What could he say that wouldn’t implicate them both?
    She leaned forward, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. His spine stiffened. “Don’t worry hot guy, I won’t say a word.” She pinched her fingers together and ran them from one corner of her mouth to the other. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
    “How do you feel now?”
    “I’m okay.”
    “Are you done vomiting? Because if you’re not you need to sleep on your side. You’ve got a trashcan right here. Don’t lie on your back.”
    “Yes doctor.” She giggled and it was a sickeningly sweet sound, high pitched and excessive. Not breathy and perfect like Clara’s giggle. God, he couldn’t wait to get to her. “Do you have something you can put on?”
    “I sleep nude.”
    “Fine. But you may get sick all over yourself.”
    “Maybe I can wear your shirt.” She pulled at his shirt, exposing his stomach before he could pull it back down.
    “I don’t think so.”
    “My, my, that sister is a lucky lady.” She raked her nails over his clothed abdomen.
    He stood. “Make sure you stay on your side.” He hated to leave her sick as she was, but he wasn’t about to play nursemaid to her all night and miss out on Bug’s precious promise of wine and cheese and her sweet body.
    He left the room and headed straight for Clara’s. He twisted the handle ever so slowly to avoid making a sound. Inside he found her sprawled on the bed looking sexier than he thought possible in the white cotton sleeveless gown she wore. On her nightstand the wine was open and about half empty. Had she drunk it?
    His hand slid up her thigh, connecting with her hip. “Clara.”
    “Mmm, Cracker Jack. I’ve been waiting much too long for you.”
    “I agree.” He took off his shoes and socks, and climbed up on the bed next to her.
    Pulling her across his lap he bent and kissed her lips confirming that she did in fact drink the wine. “Bug, you drank the wine.”
    “Mmm, I did.” Her eyes were closed, but she had a ridiculous smile on her lips.
    “But you’re—” Her finger pushed into his lips.
    “Spare me Jackson. I waited for you for three hours. I didn’t think you were coming. Where were you?”
    “I had to tend to Lexi. She got roaring drunk and puked up her guts.”
    “Why can’t she find her own boyfriend?”
    He kissed behind her ear. “Did you eat my cheese too?”
    She giggled in delight, the sound so precious to his ears he could cry. “No, I just drank your wine.”
    She stood on her knees and bent over the edge of the bed, hanging upside down. When she was once again