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Turning back around, I slowly run my thumbs from her wrists to her shoulders, feeling her pulse thundering beneath my touch. I take her hand in my own, palm out, and slide it down my chest, bumping and grinding to the song. Hooking her fingers in my jeans, I slowly unbutton the snap and lower the zipper.
With her hands in my own, I slide her fingers into the elastic of my boxer briefs, watching as her throat bobs and her breath hitches. Movement catches the corner of my eye, and before I can register who has entered the room, I hear my name.
“Linkin?” I hear, barely, over the music.
Looking up, my gaze connects with the shocked one of Abby. With my name being said, three things happen very quickly. One, the music stops and we’re surrounded by a deafening silence. Two, Lexi rips off the blindfold that’s covering her eyes. And three, my dick ignores everything else and realizes that the fingers from one of her hands are still in my pants and very close to grazing the head of my cock. It’s crazy hard (no pun intended) not to focus solely on that third thing.
“Oh my God,” Lexi says, glancing down and noticing exactly where her hand remains. She rips it from my pants as if it were on fire (her hands or my pants, I’m not sure which) and covers that luscious little O her mouth is forming.
“Why is my neighbor taking off his clothes?” Abby gasps, her eyes bouncing from face to face and landing on the woman I now know as Grandma.
“Your neighbor is a stripper?” Grandma asks, smiling broadly with a drink from her folding chair. “How convenient!”
“You’re a stripper?” Abby asks. I can feel all eyes burning into me, including the woman I just gave a lap dance to.
“Nope,” I confirm, crossing my arms over my bare chest, a smile spreading across my face.
“You’re not a stripper?” Grandma asks, confused. “Then who are you?”
“Linkin,” Lexi answers at the same time Abby says, “The neighbor.”
“And you’re not a stripper?” Grandma asks, seeking confirmation, as she ogles my chest.
“No, ma’am.”
“Shame. You’d make a damn good one,” she chides, raising her cup before taking a long pull from her drink.
“Thank you?” I say, my reply coming out a question.
“No, thank you,” she says with a playful grin. “You made my night.”
“Why are you stripping off your clothes in my apartment?” Lexi asks, her emerald green eyes following my chest down to my abs.
“This is better than late night television,” a girl on the other side of the room says to the women around her. Clearly, they’re sisters. The resemblance is uncanny.
“Linkin!” Lexi hollers, drawing my attention back to her flushed face and sexy little mouth.
“Yeah?”
“You? Stripping? My apartment?”
“Making all of your fantasies come true, Firecracker,” I reply, a wide smirk on my face.
“Hell yeah!” Grandma yells from her perch on the chair, her glass, once again, raised high in the air in toast.
This family might be a little crazy.
But I’m diggin’ it.
A lot.
