Free Chased (The Graysen Pack Series) by Regina Bartley Page B

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                  “I am sorry, Zen.” I kissed him on the cheek and climbed in the car. Every ounce of my body was hoping for his forgiveness.
                  He was quick to share his thoughts before he closed my door. I forgive you. As long as you keep kissing, I will keep forgiving. He smiled.
                  I heard both doors open in the back. Both Sam and Zander were getting in. I smiled. I wanted Sam by my side more than anyone, my sidekick. She has always been my back bone.
                  “Road trip,” Sam yelled. “And this is a long trip, so you guys better tell me what is going on. No sugar coating the goods either. I want the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Spill it Sister.”
                  I could hear the smirks coming from, Zander. She has an amazing way with words. Can I tell her Zen? She is my best friend.
                  He grabbed my hand. Of course you can.
                  “Okay, I will tell you. First I have to change out of my hooker clothes, and into something more comfortable.” I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it upwards.
                  “Whoa, whoa,” Zen yelled. He took his hands off the steering wheel, and tugged my shirt back down. “Should you be doing that with all of us in the car?”
                  “Like neither of you guys have seen a girl in her bra before.” I turned to look at him. I could hear them in the backseat trying not to laugh.
                  Please Love, not in front of my brother. He pleaded in his thoughts, and looked at me with the most pitiful face. Okay. I reassured him in my thoughts. I turned towards the backseat. I put my elbows on the console, and rested my chin in the palms of my hands. “Zander,” I batted my eyes at him.
                  “Yes dear,” he answered as he leaned in really close to me.
                  Aren’t you cute as a button? I thought. Zen quickly chimed in on my thoughts.
                  Easy Love, he is my brother.
                  “Oh, sorry,” I started to giggle. “Would you please be so kind and close your eyes? I would like to change.” I said in my cutest southern bell accent.
                  “Yes Ma’am,” he answered with a thick southern drawl. I knew right away that he and I were going to be close friends. He was a muscular boy like Zen, but older. He had the cutest baby face and would capture your heart with just his smile. He smiled at me only using his innocent eyes, and I couldn’t help but think how wonderful he would be for Sam. He would be her calm, cool, and collected. She would be his wild, crazy, and obnoxious. He could charm the socks off of that girl.
                  “I can take care of that.” Sam leaned across him and covered his eyes. Then she winked at me.
                  “No peeking.” I yelled. Then I lifted the shirt up over my head.
                  Wow, are you trying to make me wreck? I can’t focus on the road, Mate. You look very hot.
                  Thanks. Now drive. I pulled the shirt over my head. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper.
                  “What are you doing?” He asked.
                  “I am getting out of these tight jeans.”
                  You can’t, I mean, please, I… I’m driving. His thoughts were going a mile a minute. He turned a fierce red.
                  Are you blushing? I smiled sweetly at him. It’s fine, really. I have underwear on. Just watch the road. I pulled my jeans down quickly. I kicked them off, and slid into a pair of stretchy yoga pants. I peeked at Zen a few times. He never took his eyes off the road. He looked so cute. “The show is over. Everyone can look now.” I announced. I saw him relax in his