pussy just above his mouth.
He pulled her thong aside with his teeth before lapping on his clit. Gosh, she dripped down his chin.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Oh, hell.
He wasn’t sure how either of them had missed the sound of the door or the footsteps… They had been otherwise engaged, but still.
Brooke bolted above him, but he locked his arms around her legs, keeping her there.
“Jackson, you may want to make yourself scarce,” he said against her pussy. “And next time, think about knocking?”
On this note, be thrust his tongue deep inside Brooke, who released a sound so guttural Jack was running out of there.
Chapter Nine
“Repeat that. Slowly, please.”
“You mother was being… well, your mother. So I rubbed the fact that I preferred Brooke on her face. One thing led to another, I was professing my devotion, and your father heard me.”
“Shit! But… that doesn’t actually explain why my baby sister was sitting on your face. In our lounge.”
Jack was just smirking smugly, reading right through him.
He was going to get him to spill it out, wasn’t he?
“You know why she was sitting on my face in our lounge. I would have been pounding into her if I’d taken her anywhere near a bed.”
“And you’re trying to avoid fucking her, because…”
The asshole really had figured it out, hadn’t he?
The thing was, he’d made the decision consciously about ten seconds after she’d ran out of his car to go to that stupid estate agents. Everything in him had revolted against the idea of letting her having her own house. She was his.
So, yep. So much for his pledge about rocking the bachelor thing to the grave.
“Because I’ll be marrying her. Soon.”
As soon as he got her to think about them seriously. That might be easier than what he’d feared, considered the way she’d looked when she’d talked about dating her, and only her. Shane smiled at the memory. His kitten definitely had claws.
“As she’s somehow managed not to fuck anyone until now, might as well wait for the nuptials, right?”
Jack hit his shoulder, perhaps a little bit harder than necessary.
“Fucking finally. We’re gonna be brothers, mate.”
He hadn’t thought of that; he smiled until every word hit the mark.
“What do you mean, finally?”
Brooke had been back for, like, a month. He’d hardly wasted time.
Shane wondered if Jack was referring to the three year drift; surely, he’d noticed that. He hadn’t talked about it, but Brooke might have…
“Ok. I guess it’s time to fess up. Just remember that you really like me. And, Brooke won’t be happy if you murder me, right?”
That was exactly the kinda question there was no answer for, but he nodded.
“You remember after graduating? When you came back home and got all chumy with her?”
Of course he remembered; that’s when…
“I told you she was into you . Next thing I knew, you were returning to Fiona. I was pretty pissed, man… until I understood you might have mistaken what I said and thought she was wet for some other bike riding, tattooed, overly pretty boy out there.”
Shane started at Jack, dumbfounded. He only had had one scotch but his head span like he’d been on a roll for ten hours straight.
“Of course, by the time I figured that out, you’d proposed to Fiona. I beat myself up a lot… but I wasn’t going to interfere again. I shouldn’t have, to start with. Firstly, I’m obviously really shit at matchmaking. Secondly, the day after she met you, I’d teased Brooke about fancying you and, damn, you cannot imagine the things she threatened me with. She has everything I’ve ever done on record, from the day of my birth, man.”
Eventually, he’d regained his power of speech.
“Are you telling me that your sister has been into me for close to eleven years. ”
It didn’t seem possible. He knew Brooke; he would have noticed.
Right?
Would you?
Whatever the opposite of an open book was, it
He pulled her thong aside with his teeth before lapping on his clit. Gosh, she dripped down his chin.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Oh, hell.
He wasn’t sure how either of them had missed the sound of the door or the footsteps… They had been otherwise engaged, but still.
Brooke bolted above him, but he locked his arms around her legs, keeping her there.
“Jackson, you may want to make yourself scarce,” he said against her pussy. “And next time, think about knocking?”
On this note, be thrust his tongue deep inside Brooke, who released a sound so guttural Jack was running out of there.
Chapter Nine
“Repeat that. Slowly, please.”
“You mother was being… well, your mother. So I rubbed the fact that I preferred Brooke on her face. One thing led to another, I was professing my devotion, and your father heard me.”
“Shit! But… that doesn’t actually explain why my baby sister was sitting on your face. In our lounge.”
Jack was just smirking smugly, reading right through him.
He was going to get him to spill it out, wasn’t he?
“You know why she was sitting on my face in our lounge. I would have been pounding into her if I’d taken her anywhere near a bed.”
“And you’re trying to avoid fucking her, because…”
The asshole really had figured it out, hadn’t he?
The thing was, he’d made the decision consciously about ten seconds after she’d ran out of his car to go to that stupid estate agents. Everything in him had revolted against the idea of letting her having her own house. She was his.
So, yep. So much for his pledge about rocking the bachelor thing to the grave.
“Because I’ll be marrying her. Soon.”
As soon as he got her to think about them seriously. That might be easier than what he’d feared, considered the way she’d looked when she’d talked about dating her, and only her. Shane smiled at the memory. His kitten definitely had claws.
“As she’s somehow managed not to fuck anyone until now, might as well wait for the nuptials, right?”
Jack hit his shoulder, perhaps a little bit harder than necessary.
“Fucking finally. We’re gonna be brothers, mate.”
He hadn’t thought of that; he smiled until every word hit the mark.
“What do you mean, finally?”
Brooke had been back for, like, a month. He’d hardly wasted time.
Shane wondered if Jack was referring to the three year drift; surely, he’d noticed that. He hadn’t talked about it, but Brooke might have…
“Ok. I guess it’s time to fess up. Just remember that you really like me. And, Brooke won’t be happy if you murder me, right?”
That was exactly the kinda question there was no answer for, but he nodded.
“You remember after graduating? When you came back home and got all chumy with her?”
Of course he remembered; that’s when…
“I told you she was into you . Next thing I knew, you were returning to Fiona. I was pretty pissed, man… until I understood you might have mistaken what I said and thought she was wet for some other bike riding, tattooed, overly pretty boy out there.”
Shane started at Jack, dumbfounded. He only had had one scotch but his head span like he’d been on a roll for ten hours straight.
“Of course, by the time I figured that out, you’d proposed to Fiona. I beat myself up a lot… but I wasn’t going to interfere again. I shouldn’t have, to start with. Firstly, I’m obviously really shit at matchmaking. Secondly, the day after she met you, I’d teased Brooke about fancying you and, damn, you cannot imagine the things she threatened me with. She has everything I’ve ever done on record, from the day of my birth, man.”
Eventually, he’d regained his power of speech.
“Are you telling me that your sister has been into me for close to eleven years. ”
It didn’t seem possible. He knew Brooke; he would have noticed.
Right?
Would you?
Whatever the opposite of an open book was, it
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