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“You’re gorgeous. Bryan is a lucky guy. Did you two figure everything out?” His hand tickles my arm and my neck before exploring downward, landing on my outer thigh.
My lids hooded, I say, “I’m not sure. He thinks I’ve lost my mind, and right about now I’m not so sure I haven’t.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because twenty minutes ago, Liam was fingering me in the shower and now you’re dragging your hands all over me like—”
“I’m soothing you.”
“You’re soothing me? Right…” My tone is mocking as I drag my gaze to the erection poking from his sweats. “It looks like you could use some soothing too.”
Who’s the girl saying these things?
He smiles. “You could say that.”
Is this the part where I’m a whore if I grab his cock? Are you supposed to wash your hands between dicks? Is Liam really watching? Dex never did say who was at the door.
Without thinking anymore, I reach into his sweats, and take his cock in my hand.Fuck, he’s big too.Thick and wide. He groans as I touch him, then slides into my side, and massages my pussy, before stroking a finger over my slick, swollen clit.
I writhe beneath him, twisting in the sheets as his warm hand pulses against my skin.
“Liam says I can’t let you come.” His voice is rough against my ear.
“It could be our secret,” I beg, panting against his chest as his fingertips dance along my seam, teasing away what little sanity I have left.
He laughs. “He’d know. He’ll smell it on you. He’d sense it in your body. The way you move… the way you look at him. He’ll punish us both.”
“Let him punish us,” I beg, unintentionally thrusting forward, more desperate than I ever have been to come.
Dex swirls his finger one last time, then pulls away, returning to the soft strokes of the inside of my elbow and the crease of my neck. With my arm now free, I pump his cock a few more times, then give up. I’m not coming untilthe bosssays I come, and who the hell knows when that will be.
“Does your family live in the US?” I ask, hoping he has some long elaborate story about his grandma that will distract me from the current throb I’m not allowed to take care of.
He grins, shining two deep dimples on either cheek.How is this guy hot as hell too?
“I grew up in North Carolina. I’m a country boy through and through. Hunting, fishing, farming, you name it.”
“You mentioned something about a farm earlier.” I reach for his hands, studying the callouses along the crease of his palm.
“Yeah. I stay in the US most of the year with the farm. Liam usually stops by when he needs the peace, and I like having the company. He can usually solve a problem I’ve been working on for months in a matter of minutes. I couldn’t do it without him.”
He talks about him like he loves him, like their brothers. It reminds me of the closeness I have with Jack. Sometimes I wish I’d moved out to Montana with him. Living off grid in the panoramic wild, like a cowboy, seems like a dream.
“Where’d you go?” Dex strokes the side of my stomach, his voice gentle next to me.
“Your relationship with Liam got me thinking about my brother. He’s got this five-hundred-acre ranch in Montana. Sometimes, when shit gets rough, I think about throwing everything away and running out there to live on his compound, but that land may as well be a world of its own the way he runs it.”
“Sounds like he’s a lot like Liam.”
I shake my head. “That’s gross, but they probably have more in common than I’d like to admit.”
Dex drags his thumb over my bottom lip and leans in gently. His kiss is soft at first, then ravenous and explosive. His tongue swirls with mine and he grips me with a pressure I want to lose myself in. I again consider the thought that maybe I’ve lost my mind… but I’m quickly brought back to life by the loud popping noise coming from the living room.
My veins run cold, my heart stops, and my gaze freezes in place. Dex wraps me tight in his arms. Three more shots, fast and undefinable in direction. It’s like they’re echoing all over the house, but they’re not. They can’t be.
“I’m going to go see what that is. You stay here.” Dex squeezes me close to his large frame as he tries to leave the bed, but I hold him tighter. “No. I’m coming with you.”
Chapter Eight
