But as unprepared as I am, I still want that kiss.
Then a loud bang on the door jolts us both from our mesmerized state. Micky’s standing at the door, dressed only in a towel, and my cheeks flush hotter than lava.
Shit.
I grab my things, stacking them in my arms.
“You got some antiperspirant?” Micky asks Colby. I can’t look at either of them because two Townsend men in such close confines have the potential to make me melt. As Colby reaches out to hand Micky the black and silver can, and I head for the door, footsteps pound in the hallway. Out of nowhere, Seb appears, his hand grabbing for Micky’s towel.
In slow motion, it comes away from his waist. Seb makes off with it down the hall, and Micky is left naked only four feet away from me. Naked and so fucking hot that my mouth fills with saliva.
Oh god.
It takes him a couple of seconds to react with his hand over his cock, but it’s a couple of seconds too late.
I’ve seen the size and perfection of what he has between his legs–what they all have because they’re identically sized in everything else–and the image is burned into my brain. Rippling abs leading down into the v of muscle that I’ve never seen on a man in real life. And thighs that are powerful to make me salivate.
“For fuck’s sake,” Colby mutters, his eyes on me, watching everything. I hesitate, not able to break out of my frozen state. Micky shrugs his shoulders apologetically, even though none of this is his fault, and makes off down the hallway in pursuit of a very juvenile Sebastian. Colby clears his throat, and that’s enough to jolt me towards the door, a raging blush flaming at my cheeks. “I’ll send you what we did,” Colby shouts after me, but I couldn’t care less about the presentation.
All I can think about is Micky’s clever tongue sliding over my pussy, and what it would feel like to be penetrated by a cock that long and thick. All I want to do is clamp my thighs together to relieve the ache. When I’m in my room, I slam the door and lean against it, my knees almost giving way and my heart thudding so hard, it’s like a bass drum inside me. I can’t believe the physical reactions I’ve had to something I want to feel repulsed by but can’t.
Shit.
I’ve got a problem. Actually, it’s more like three huge problems.
Placing my laptop and book on my desk, I go back to the door to press my ear to the cool wood. I don’t even know if it’s possible to hear anything, but I want to know what they’re talking about. The distant manly rumble of voices isn’t intelligible through the door, though. Damn.
Flopping onto my bed, I need a distraction to keep me from pressing my fingers to my lips in memory of a kiss that never happened or to my clit, to relieve the ache that my stepbrothers have left me with.
Instead, I bring up Dornan’s number on my phone and call it, knowing my best friend will take my mind off the Townsends and make me laugh. I need to laugh.
“Hey, Ellie-Elephant,” he says.
“For fuck’s sack, Dornan! Can you chill the fuck out with these shitty nicknames? They are not flattering.”
“Who said nicknames are supposed to be flattering? They have to be cute or annoying. Them’s the rules, babes. I don’t make this shit up.”
“Well, maybe you need to ignore the rules, Dornan. I mean, when did you become such a rule-abiding person anyway?”
“When did you, Ellie-Belly?” I ignore yet another stupid nickname.
“What do you mean? I abide by the rules.”
“Seven minutes in heaven with your stepbrothers isn’t in anyone’s rule book,” he says with an unseen smile on his lips.
“Ugh,” I say. “Really. You want to bring that up now? You know how I feel about them. They’re just annoying suck-ups who I have to live with, and that was a stupid dare gone wrong.”
“They’re not bad guys. Not really,” he says thoughtfully.
“Since when?” I gasp. Although they play on the same team, Dornan has always shared my views of the Townsend triplets. I can’t be sure how much of it was because of what I think and have told him, and how much is his own view.
“Since they were defending your honor in the locker room,” he says.
“They were what?”
“Defending your honor. What happened at the party got out, sweet pea. A few of the team were talking about it. Colby, Sebastian, and Micky were quick to shut it down. They didn’t want anyone saying anything bad about you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, not believing it could be true. Why the hell would they be bothered if people were gossiping about me? If anything, I would have imagined them having a field-day talking about what we did. Isn’t that what men do? They brag about their conquests. And what could be better to brag about but fucking around with the stepsister you don’t even like that much? I mean, why would they care about defending my honor? We’re not related. What I do sexually with anyone doesn’t affect the family or them at all.