Slow Grind (Men of Mornington Book 1) by Eva Spencer Page B

in here, and I’m lugging it around just waiting to get caught.
    We walk over to the lift and Aubrey stabs the up button over and over again, like that’s going to hurry the fucker up. I chuckle and she shoots me a glare, followed by a triumphant grin as the doors swing open, as if she had something to do with it. If Max notices the tension between us, he doesn’t mention it. Then again, he looks like he’s using all his energy trying to stay upright.
    When we get up to the fifth floor, Max is obviously out of breath and close to passing out. I knew I should have put my foot down about him using his wheelchair . The hospital gave it to him after his last appointment, but Max being Max refuses to use it. Instead, he busts his arse using up the very little energy he has doing simple things like walking from the lift to his door or using the bathroom. If the cancer doesn’t kill him, his hard-headed ways just might.
    “You doing alright?” Aubrey asks her brother in a soothing tone, reminding me of the way Em talks to me when I’m not feeling well. I love the concern she has for him. As feisty as the woman she is now, she’s still that same kid who would defend her brother to the end of the world.
    If she’s that same kid deep down inside, then why the hell am I so drawn to her now? I already know the answer. Because she’s not a kid anymore. She’s grown into a stunning, curvy woman, and the mere sight of her makes my cock harden.
    “Yeah, I’m alright, just tired,” Max responds. His voice jolts me back to reality. He tosses the keys to me and I open the door, holding it open for the siblings to walk through first. I don’t bother hiding my amusement as she’s forced to slide her body against mine to get past. It’s less amusing when Max has to do it, too.
    Pushing Aubrey’s suitcase through the door, I shut and lock it behind me. One look at Max and I know he needs to lie down. I glance at Aubrey, but she’s watching her brother, concerned.
    “Let’s get you to bed, mate,” I suggest, taking his hand.
    “Out of all the people I thought would try and get me into bed, you’re the last,” he teases, and I crack a smile. Not even cancer can take away his sense of humor. He takes his hand from mine and slaps me on the back. “I’m not dead, yet, mate. I can handle this myself, okay?”
    Max takes off down the hall toward his bedroom, hollering behind him to not bother him unless the building’s on fire. I laugh and flop down on the couch. Aubrey sits down next to me and rests her head back on the cushion, releasing a loud sigh.
    “He’s gonna be alright, isn’t he?” she asks me, as if I have all the answers.
    I wish I did .
    “You know he is, Aubs. If anyone can pull through this, it’s Max.” I say it for my benefit as much as I do for hers. “Hey, Sam has an idea. Let me show you.” I pull the piece of paper Sam gave me the day before from my wallet. Aubrey’s probably good at all that research stuff. She’ll be much better at finding out all the details we need to know to get Max on this trial. “Sam thinks Max will be a perfect fit. They’re looking for adult males, between twenty-five and thirty, Hodgkin’s lymphoma, previous cancer survivor. I’m not sure a better experimental treatment could have been created. It has Max’s name written all over it.”
    Aubrey reaches down and pulls a laptop from her backpack, as well as a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and fires the computer up. “Do you know the Wi-Fi password here?” she asks. She glances up, waiting for me to answer. It takes me a minute to form words. She was all legs and ass a few moments ago, but now she’s got those sexy frames on her face and hair piled atop her head, giving off some serious, sexy librarian look.
    “Yes,” I answer, my face going warm.
    “And … it is…?” she presses.
    “Assman69,” I state and look away.
    “Are you kidding me? That’s my brother’s Wi-Fi password? Assman69?”
    “Yes,”