Free Look After Us by Elena Matthews Page B

alone—excluding Alana and Samuel—Ashton pulls my seat closer to him and he wraps a protective arm around my shoulders, engulfing me with his heat.
    “So, a stripper, huh? Was this stripper hot ?”
    Now look who’s jealous.
    I smile while putting him under my scrutiny, finding his response amusing. The stripper was hot, ridiculously so, but he had nothing on Ashton.
    “Are you jealous?”
    I expect him to deny it but he surprises me when he says, “Hell yeah, I’m jealous. I don’t want some guy with an eight pack and a twelve inch cock turning my fiancée on.” My eyes grow in size at his words. Did he really just say that in front of his mom and dad? Oh my God.
    “No, it was more like ten inch …” Alana pipes up causing my already widened eyes to quadruple in size.
    “Jesus, Mom …” Ashton breathes with an aspirated sigh, chuckling under his breath.
    “Just stating the facts, sweetheart. And I wouldn’t worry too much, baby boy. It was Mia who got the lap dance, not Ava.” That information seems to soften the tensed wrinkles around his eyes. I force my focus on Ashton and rest my hands on either side of his face, my fingers scratching against the scruff of his stubble.
    “Yes he was hot, but he wasn’t you,” I say in a low voice and a smile replaces his frown. My smile follows suit and not wanting the next words being heard by his mom and dad, I press my mouth to his ear and whisper, “In fact you were all I could think about. Especially how incredible you would look in a fireman’s outfit. I couldn’t wait to get home to you.”
    When I pull away my heart constricts and my breath quickens when I come face to face with his smoldering smile, his tranquil green eyes sparkling with lust.
    “Is that so?” he questions, his voice laced with intrigue.
    “Uh-huh,” I say teasingly.
    He closes the distance between us and he presses his mouth to my ear. “If we were alone right now, you’d be spread along this table faster than you could say—”
    “Uncle Ashton!”
    Ashton stifles his chuckle as he says, “Yep, not what I was going for.”
    His nephew runs over to him and jumps on his lap while I’m left trying to take a steady breath, desperate for my heart rate to slow down. Tyler returns to the kitchen seconds later and I have to hold back my laughter when I still see the look of jealousy flaring in his eyes. It seems he’s not the only Bailey who has an alpha-male jealous streak.

    Placing the last clean plate in the cupboard, I turn just as Riley walks into the kitchen, dressed in a pair of cut-off denim shorts and the shortest crop top that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Jo was wrong. I don’t look as fresh as a daisy, Riley does. Seriously, she looks completely flawless, as if she’s been on a weekend spa retreat. She doesn’t look the slightest bit hungover, and she threw drinks back like the best of them.
    “Morning ya’ll!”
    Even though she greets everyone, I don’t miss how her eyes only zone in on Ashton, who is currently wiping down the countertops. After Alana cooked up an amazing breakfast, Ashton and I offered to clean up so she could begin the wedding preparations. I watch Ashton closely as he greets Riley with a friendly smile and a brief, “Morning,” before returning to the cleaning at hand. I breathe out a sigh of relief, happy that his eyes didn’t stray any further than her face. I wouldn’t have blamed him—I mean, she is almost spilling out of her barely-there shirt—but I would have been pissed if he had checked her out while I’m standing only feet away from him.
    She gently places her purse on the counter and her eyes finally take in Mia and Jo who are slouching at the table, cradling their heads within their hands. She bursts out into a roar of laughter. “Oh Lord, you two look like shit!”
    Jo slowly lifts her head and flips her the bird, with a deadpan expression on her face. Mia also lifts her head, wincing at the sound of Riley’s