“Did I mention he’s the one who told my mom and got us into this mess?” I groan. “I’ve never brought someone home before. She’s been waiting for me to have a serious boyfriend since I hit puberty. I swear, she’s registering for wedding china as we speak!”

A full-fledged laugh racks Devin’s body and a warmth surges through my veins at the rich sound. He pulls me off the counter, pinning me in place against it. I’m waiting for him to balk at the idea of an Allen family dinner, or the mere mention of the dirty word ‘wedding’ three dates into our relationship, but he doesn’t. Instead, he wraps me in his strong, tattooed arms and kisses me, soft and sweet. Like he’s savoring me.

“I’m serious. I’ve got three brothers and a wedding-crazy mother. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Stop being such a pussy,” Devin quips. He claims me with his full lips again before I can smart off. For the first time, I think I’ve found something I like more than being a smart ass. Kissing Devin Bennett might be my favorite activity in the world.

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Devin

“Jamie is the baby. He thinks he’s the most charming thing on two legs, but he’s harmless. Jake is like me only with a penis. You’ll adore him.” Jessie gives me that sassy look that has me falling more in love with her every damn day.

“No doubt,” I deadpan. She hits me on the shoulder and I chuckle.

“Jared is the one you have to worry about.”

I cock an eyebrow. I’m six-two and weigh two-twenty. I’m not worried about shit.

“I’m serious. He can be an overprotective jerk. He made my prom date break out into hives!”

“I’ll be fine.” I’ve met plenty of puffed-up pretty boys in my time and a handful of real shady people. Jessie’s three white-collar brothers aren’t going to chase me off.

A quick forty-five-minute ride and we’re deep in the suburbs. Green lawns, picket fences, waving flags and pert mailboxes as far as the eyes can see. Jessie points to the last house on the corner and I pull up to her parents’ place. It looks the same as the hundreds of other cookie-cutter places on this street, except this one’s got half a dozen cars crammed in the driveway.

Jessie unbuckles her seatbelt. “You ready for the third degree?”

I tuck a strand of her golden hair behind her ear. “Your brothers don’t scare me, JB.”

“I was talking about my mom.” The corners of her mouth tip up. “Hope you’re ready to talk about wedding colors, Big Man.”