I’m fucking into his hand now as he sucks on my neck and licks at my ear. His voice trails off, but I don’t even notice. He has a way of distracting me from things I should pay attention to.
CHAPTEREIGHT
We never make it back to the bedroom. I fall asleep against Whit, my naked body sprawled across his fully clothed one. That’s how Sem and Luke find me the following morning.
They barrel in. The door whips against the wall and has the two of startling awake.
“Oh shit,” Sem says as Luke slaps a hand over his eyes.
“Could have gone my whole life without seeing this,” Luke adds.
They both start laughing, and I glower at them, making no attempt to cover myself. If they hadn’t entered like assholes, they wouldn’t be staring at my naked butt.
“Go away,” I grumble, and they turn away slightly, giving us some privacy.
“Nah, we drove all the way here. And wedidtext you.”
“Ugh,” I grumble and bury my face into Whit’s neck, and his hands slide through my hair. This is not how I wanted to spend my morning, with my two oafish cousins hanging around. I had other things in mind. Had dreams about it, in fact. In explicit detail.
“You’re both assholes to the tenth degree. Why won’t you just go away?”
They blink at me, and I mutter, “Ugh, fine. Just give us thirty minutes. And you owe us both coffee and breakfast.”
They agree and disappear through the apartment door. I can hear them thundering down the stairs.
I mutter, pressing myself into Whit, “Told you to change the locks, but you didn’t believe me. This is all your fault.”
“Do you really think being locked out would stop them from showing up? They would most likely just pound on the door until we opened up.”
I bite down on his neck and then roll my hips. “Fine, you’re right, but I’m still annoyed.”
“Let’s shower and get you dressed before they come back.”
“Don’t wanna,” I say and roll my hips again.
Whit chuckles, and then his hand slaps my ass. My cheeks flame, and I glance up at him.
“You for reals?” I ask, the sting on my ass doingnothingto help abate my desire for him. It only escalates it.
He slaps my ass again, and my eyes widen. “You’re only making it worse.”
I roll my hips into him again, and Whit arches an eyebrow at me. “We can work with that.”
He slaps my ass again, and it hurts like a motherfucker this time.
“Damn, you and those hands,” I say, moving off him, rubbing my sore butt. “And what do you mean we can work with that? What’s that mean?”
Whit stands up and glances at my red ass, then moves into the bedroom without a word.
I, of course, follow because now I’m curious. And wild animals couldn’t keep me away.
“You going to explain?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest and watching as Whit gathers his clothes and sets them on top of his dresser.
He turns toward me and says, “You should shower before they come back.”
“You and your showers. What if I want to smell like sex for the rest of the day? Would that gross you out?” I ask him with a smirk.
His cheeks redden slightly, and then he rolls his eyes.