“I’m dying to.” I grin as I lower my shirt. “I would tonight if you would.”
“You’re such a wicked girl for tempting me like that. You know how weak I am.”
Nothing about Bram is weak. I’ve never known a stronger man in my life. “I’d say the opposite is true.”
I smile behind my bottle of water when Owen returns to the kitchen. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah, but I need to use the bathroom first.”
I bet he does. “And I need to get into my dress.”
I follow Bram down the hallway. “Have fun in there pumping your pickle. Unless you want me to come in and help you out.”
“While I’m taking care of what you’ve done to me, I’m going to fantasize about spanking your ass so hard.”
I take his hand and put it on my butt. “Ooh, spank me hard and then do me from behind.”
He yanks his hand away and groans. “Fuck, Claud. You don’t talk or act like a virgin.”
It’s impossible to be prim and proper when you’re always hanging out with three rough-and-tumble boys. “I grew up around you, Owen, and River. What did you think was going to happen?”
“I had no idea we were turning you intothis.”
“You likethis. Admit it.”
“Can’t lie. I fucking love it.”
“I want to come over tonight.”
Bram exhales slowly as he adjusts his cock through his jeans.I could make him feel so much better if he’d just let me.“Not the best idea, bae. Odds are good that Owen and River will crash at my place after we watch the game.”
“If they’re passed out, they’ll never know I’m there. I can slip in and out and they’ll be none the wiser.” I’m good at being sneaky when I want to be.
“It’s too risky.”
I clutch the front of his shirt. “I want to see you.”
“I want to see you too but not if it means blowing everything we’ve worked so hard to keep from them.” He cradles the side of my face and strokes his thumb over my cheek. “Only five more weeks, little dove. You’ve got to hang in there.”
I turn my face toward his hand and kiss his palm. “Okay, but text if they don’t stay.”
“I will.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
I lightly tap on the bathroom door as soon as it closes, and Bram cracks it. “No, you can’t come in and give me a hand job or blowjob or any other kind of job.”
I put my mouth to the crack and whisper, “Hey, when you do me from behind, I want you to pull my hair.”
“Oh, no worries. You’re going to get it rough.”
I’m still smiling—and maybe giggling a little—when I return to my bedroom.
“That big grin wouldn’t have anything to do with running into a certain calculus tutor, would it?”
Why in the world would she say something like that? “Mommm. No.”