“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers tightening in my hair.
“Fuck, Jor. I could eat you all night,” I growl against her.
Lapping and licking, I play with the sensitive bud to her moans and whimpers, her body writhing on the bed despite me holding her down. My cock pulses against my jeans; if I’d been smart, I would have at least unzipped the fucker, but it’s too late for that now. He’ll have to suffer until I have her orgasm all over my face. I know it won’t be long. She’s panting and tensing like she’s about to explode.
Bringing my other hand to her center, I coat a finger in her arousal and slowly slide it into her. It’s her undoing. Her fingers in my hair pull roughly, her other hand slamming down on the bed as her hips come off it, and a moan like I’ve never heard fills the room.
Before I have a chance to come up for air, and she has a chance to come down, there’s a deafening knock on the door.
“Jordan?” Nate calls loudly. “Jor, answer the door!”
Chapter 12
Jordan
“Jor,”Liamwhisperstome, voice hushed but animated. “Get up.”
My blood is still pumping furiously through my veins, my heart racing wildly. His mouth. His freaking mouth. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d be able to do it, but he did. Oh god, did he ever.
It has to happen again before Sunday.
“Jordan,” he hisses at me, using my rubbery legs for leverage to get up from the floor. “Jor, you gotta get up.”
The only reason I’m getting up from this bed is if he wants to bend me over something while he fucks me.
Wrapping my legs around his thighs, I pull him closer to the bed. My hope is to knock him off balance, so he falls down on top of me, but he grabs onto my hips with hard, firm fingers. There’s something frantic about the way he holds onto me that has the fog left over from my high lifting.
“Nate is at the door.”
The second the words are out of his mouth, there’s a heavy knock. One that I realize I heard moments ago but assumed was Liam doing something at the end of the bed.
Shooting straight up, Liam and I lock eyes. Panic explodes through me, my heart suddenly racing for a different reason. For what seems like a full minute we just stare at each other, a millionquestions and answers flowing between us without words. Then we’re scrambling.
He swipes the clothes on the floor and then heads toward the bathroom, but I grab his bicep, shaking my head vehemently.
“I’ll hide in the bathtub,” he whispers urgently at me.
“What if he goes in the bathroom?” I mouth, pointing toward the far side of the bed. “Go hide over there.”
“He’ll see me!” Liam waves towards the sliding mirrored door next to the bathroom. “I’ll hide in the closet.”
“That’s right beside the door, what if he looks in it?” I hiss, adrenaline coursing through my body. It’s a normal feeling for me given that I spend my days and nights working in the emergency department, something I’m suddenly grateful for in a way I never thought I would be.
“Why would he look in it?” he counters.
“Jordan!” Another bang on the door has us both wincing.
I urge him towards the other side of the room. “I’ll keep him on this side. Just get on the floor and stay there.”
Finally he relents, but before either of us get to where we need to go, he calls my name, causing me to turn back. A second later my shorts are sailing through the air, my hand coming up to catch them automatically.
Jesus. I almost answered the door without pants on.
Jumping towards the door as I pull them on, I nearly fall over. The wall catches my shoulder, though, causing me to grunt.
“Jordan! Open the goddamn door,” Nate says from the other side.
I’d be surprised if he hasn’t woken the entire floor by this point. With a glance over my shoulder to make sure Liam isn’t in sight, I finally pull the door open to my impatient brother.
