I try to get out of his hold, but instead he pushes me back, stepping over my bag in the process, until I’m met with the actual wall.
“Sorry,” I say, wanting to curse him out more than anything, but it’s another of Jim’s rules. No swearing, least of all from me. I have no idea why they always have a get-out-of-jail-free card.
He grabs my chin and forces my gaze up to meet his. Dark brown eyes pierce into mine as he studies me. It makes me uneasy, but also makes my heart flutter.
Releasing my chin, he brushes his knuckles over my cheek.
I gasp in shock, the touch so unexpected but strangely reverent.
What the hell? Am I still dreaming?
Hunter begins to lower his mouth to mine, and I stand frozen, unable to move or even react, except for my eyes falling closed, whether through fear or excitement, I am unsure.
But his lips don’t meet mine. His breath is warm against the shell of my ear, followed by the deep baritone of his voice.
“You know it’s not nice to tease.”
His teeth nip at my earlobe, causing me to let out a small squeak of surprise. And to my absolute horror, I swear it made me instantly wet.
And it is wrong. So very, very wrong.
But then he has to go a step further, sucking on my earlobe, and it has me at his mercy, unable to suppress my groan.
“Such a fucking tease,” he whispers before his lips meet the skin below my ear. I shiver, something about that turning me on more than I care to admit.
A clearing of a throat brings me back to the moment.
“Well, well, well.”
Harrison, of course. Could this get any worse?
My eyes flick to him as he steps forward, Hunter moving just enough to let him stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, both perfect male specimens. Both wearing short-sleeved T-shirts showing off their full-sleeve tattoos, each on the opposite arm. But even if I couldn’t see their inked arms, I’d still be able to tell them apart.
“Hmm, what do we have here, brother?” Harrison asks, tilting his head as his eyes roam over my face in a salacious manner, holding me captive in the process.
“Well, I was minding my business when she practically threw herself at me.”
I open my mouth to protest when Harrison’s hand shoots out and grabs my throat before I can make a rebuke.
“Is that so?” he asks, arching a brow.
I try to shake my head, but his hold on me tightens, yet he’s not hurting me.
“Hmm, I see,” he replies.
And that’s when I feel it, a hand sliding up and under my T-shirt, a rush of cool air tickles my stomach as he pushes his hand inside the waistband of my leggings.
“What are you doing?” I say breathlessly, but making no attempt to push his hand away, even though I know I should.
What the ever-loving heck is wrong with me?
“You want some attention, is that it?”
My eyes go wide as his fingers trail over the material of my underwear, just as Hunter’s lips caress my neck.
“Hmm, you like this, don’t you?” he says, his eyes blazing with an intensity I’ve never seen before. “I bet if I were to push aside your underwear and slide my finger inside your warm cunt, you’d be wet.”
I swallow hard, my cheeks heating because he’s not wrong. And imagining his fingers inside me has my channel tightening.
