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I’m panting, my lips falling open just a hair. “What do you dream about?” I ask, letting my tongue slip out and touch the tip of his finger, basically just throwing the match in the bucket of gasoline.
His eyes flare hot with desire and he pulls me tighter against him. “I think about how amazing they look wrapped around my cock and how they fall open when you’re coming on my dick.”
I gasp, so not used to a man as brazen as this one. But do you know what? I like it. A lot.
Just as his lips descend closer to mine, my name is called from the stairwell. “Marissa? You up here?”
“Crap,” I mumble, jumping back like a teenager about to be busted by her parents. Rhenn lifts his eyebrows and gives me a smirk, which I ignore, but doesn’t take a step back. I’m unable to move back anymore, since the bed is there, which only makes Rhenn smile further. He has me caged in. “Stop it,” I grumble, trying to move him out of my way so I am not standing in what could be construed as a compromising position when my brother walks in.
“In here,” Rhenn hollers over his shoulder, earning a slap to his shoulder. That only makes him laugh further.
Jensen walks into the bedroom and stops just inside the doorway. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“You’re not,” I assure at the exact same time Rhenn says, “You did.”
Again, I slap him on the shoulder and give him a good solid push. He moves, but only because he wants to, not because I was strong enough to move him. Taking a step away from Rhenn, I give my attention to my brother. “What can I do for you?”
He glances between Rhenn and me, probably trying to figure out exactly what he walked in on. Rubbing the back of his head, he says, “I’m going to work in the yard for a bit, and then I thought I’d come help clean for a bit. Ashley got Max from school, so I have some free time.”
“Oh, that would be great. I’m almost done with this room and was planning to start across the hall next,” I answer, trying to ignore the way Jensen continues to glance back and forth between Rhenn and myself.
“I can help too. I’m almost finished with my stuff for today. Why don’t I grab some beers and food and we can all knock out that room together,” Rhenn offers, making me look down at my watch. Now I know why he asked if I was going to take a break anytime soon. It’s almost four.
“I could definitely go for a beer,” Jensen says, throwing Rhenn an appreciative grin. “Long day.”
“Then it’s a plan. I’ll finish the wiring in the bathroom in room three, and then run out and grab some food and drinks. We can have a cleaning party when I return,” he says, taking a step toward the door, which just so happens to be toward me as well.
“See you soon,” he says, kissing my forehead before he steps away and exits the room, nodding to Jensen as he goes.
“What was that?” my brother asks, his tone a little annoyed.
“What?” I ask innocently, knowing exactly what he’s referring to. I just don’t know that I want to talk about it with my brother. Harper, sure. She’s a girl. Hell, she’s the one that told me I could handle this no-strings sex thing, but Jensen? I really don’t want to have this conversation with him.
“You. Him. That,” he says, motioning his hands between me and the empty doorway.
“It’s nothing,” I mumble, grabbing my discarded sponge and heading back to the wall.
“A kiss on the forehead is not nothing. Plus, it felt like I was interrupting something when I walked in.”
“You weren’t,” I assure him, lying out my butt, of course, and scrubbing hard on the light green wall.
“Marissa.”
“Jensen,” I mock, dropping my sponge and turning his way. I cross my arms, mirroring his stance. “We’re friends, okay? We’ve been hanging out.”
“Friends? He kissed you.”
“On the forehead.”
“And that’s all that’s happened?” he asks in total big-brother mode. When I stumble for words, he adds, “That’s what I thought.”
“Don’t patronize me. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing,” I say, turning back to the wall and scrubbing.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re having sex, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?” I practically holler, knowing he can probably hear me in the room he’s working in.
“Eww,” Jensen grumbles, looking down.
