Page 9 of Forever: The Companion

And it was just thin enough to let her feel the hard length of him pressing against her pussy in the best way. It made her want to grind on him and get what she wanted the very most. Not that now was the best time for that, but it didn’t seem to matter to her because she pushed back against him to get more.

His fingers found her thighs, curving over the muscles before flexing tightly as he closed the distance between them for a hard kiss that had her aching inside. It was nothing like the sweet, but still hot, kiss from earlier. Because there was nothing sweet about the way he kissed her like he was two seconds away from dragging her upstairs to bed.

And damn, she wanted that.

Except …

“Ten seconds,” he muttered against her lips, pulling away just slightly.

“Before?”

“Diego figures out we’re in here doing this.”

Ah, right.

Diego was at a funny age. He noticed girls, likely had less than innocent thoughts, and was like every fourteen-year-old boy who needed to quickly learn how to do his own laundry, lest his older sister kick him out for not doing so.

At the same time, he wasn’t very fond of seeing any grossly public displays between his older brother and Lucia. At least, not moments like these.

Renzo stepped back quickly from Lucia, giving her far too much room to breathe as he cleared his throat right before Diego called out, “You better not be—”

“We’re not,” Renzo called back dryly.

It wasn’t a lie.

Technically.

Lucia shook her head, laughing softly under her breath. “How long do you think this stage is going to last, huh?”

“You want an honest answer?”

She kind of did.

“Yeah.”

“Long enough for him to have sex for the first time. Then, he’ll really get it. What all this fuss is about. Why he’s got raging hormones. Why he wakes up with a morning—”

“That’s enough, thanks.”

Renzo shrugged. “All part of being a teenage boy. Maybe it’s easier on him because he’s got lots of guys around him to answer questions when he gains up enough courage to ask, but for me? Man, that part of growing up fucking sucked. Part of him still thinks some shit is gross, while other parts figure … it might be kind of awesome. He’s gotta figure it out.”

“I guess one good thing is he isn’t having sex yet, right?”

“I mean, we’ll see how long that lasts. He knows what to do, either way.”

Right.

Because he had Ren for that.

Even if it was awkward.

Renzo stepped forward again, but still somehow managed to keep a slightly respectable distance between them. At least now she couldn’t feel his erection driving between her thighs while his tongue slashed against hers. She liked both, honestly, but this was easier for talking.

“So, you had a rough week, huh?” he asked.

Her brow furrowed. “Pardon?”

“Your week. Probably a bit longer than you expected it to be.”