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“Ian, wait—I…” I groaned out a long shuddering breath as his mouth replaced his fingers. He pulled my oversized boxers to the side and tucked both fingers back inside me and sucked at my clit with his clever and very dexterous tongue.

I arched off the mattress and a loud bang from outside made me stiffen.

“Ignore it,” he said against my thigh.

“How am I supposed to—” I reached above my head to the slats of the half wall that kept us from rolling to the damn floor. I turned my head into my arm to muffle the scream as I careened into a mind-bending orgasm. But he didn’t stop there. No, Ian never was a one and done kind of guy.

“Where’s Zoe?” Beckett’s voice floated into the barn from just outside.

“Zoe is currently post orgasm and about to have another, mate,” Ian said against my pussy with the devil gleaming in his eyes.

“Ian, wait.” But my body was way more on board with Ian’s plan than the fact that my nosy brother was looking for me. I brought my knee up to try and curl away from him, but Ian was ready for that. He splayed me open with his freakishly strong fingers and demanded more.

“I missed your taste, love. Missed the salty perfection of you.” His voice was little more than a rumble. “Come for me again. I want your taste on my tongue as I’m singing tonight.”

“Jesus,” I growled and that was enough to send me over again. My toes curled and I lifted myself to his mouth, my fingers buried in his hair. I tried like hell to curb the groans, but a few leaked out as I coasted through the eye of my own personal storm.

My body went boneless and I shuddered as I slowly came back to the loft and the endless banging of the workmen outside the barn.

Ian grinned as he crawled his way up my body and made a pitstop at my way too sensitive breasts. “Feel a little better?”

“Sorry, Zoe can’t answer right now. She’s enjoying her post-coital bliss.”

“Coital, my ass. You just got bliss. I have to play with a hard-on, love.”

I reached down. “I can take care of that.”

“Zoe, we need your artistic eye.” Beck came all the way into the barn this time.

“Bah.” Ian growled into my neck.

“I’ll be right down,” I called down.

“Tell that asshole he needs to come too,” Beck shouted.

“Ian wishes he was coming.”

I laughed at his disgruntled tone. “It’ll be worth it later.”

“Damn fucking right it will be.” He kissed me, my flavor rich on his tongue as he marked me with a hot and heavy kiss to add to the very thorough one between my legs. “Let’s go see what they all need.”

“You go ahead. Let me try and not look like I just—”

“Came

your brains out.”

“Wipe the smug smile off your face, rocker boy.”

“Never.” He kissed me again and shifted his jeans before climbing back down. Suddenly, his head popped back up into the loft. “Oh, I forgot what I actually came up here for.”

“It wasn’t to…” I tipped my head.

He grinned. “Well, that’s always a side benefit, but no. Reach into that bag.”

I turned. “What bag?”

“I found it at the house. The backpack. When I got here, Aunt Laverne stole all my belongings and stowed them. I sort of forgot I had something in there for you.”

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