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“Yep. I know, Shortcake.” I crawled between her legs and lifted one knee to rest on my shoulder. “No more talking unless it’s to say ‘Will, you’re so amazing’ or ‘Will, your tongue deserves the Nobel Peace Prize’ or ‘Will, the only thing better than your tongue is your big, fat cock.’ Got it?”
I tugged the bathrobe loose and leaned my head against her thigh. A sigh slipped from her lips but that didn’t erase the sharp gaze she aimed at me. “I’m concerned there won’t be enough space in this room for both your ego and oxygen.”
My hand coasted over her mound and up her torso, resting between her breasts. “Relax. You can’t enjoy this when you’re all wound up.”
Shannon blinked, and I didn’t give her the chance to object. Instead, I rubbed my chin scruff against her inner thigh until she giggled and shrieked and tried rolling away from me. When my tongue finally connected with her clit, those sounds morphed into moans and purrs that traveled down my spine and lodged in the base of my cock like a hot vise.
She was soft and sweet, and again I was confronted with her tiny shape when my splayed hand fully covered the space between her hipbones. Right here, with my arm wrapped around her leg and my mouth on her cunt—nope, nope, I totally meant pussy—there was nothing else in the world.
Except a faint noise coming from the other room, and that was really fucking strange considering I locked the door myself.
I moved my hand from Shannon’s chest to her lips, shifting to pinpoint the rustling sound that seemed to get closer with each breath. “Did you hear something?” I mouthed.
She shook her head, swatted my hand away from her mouth, and whispered, “Maybe you should focus on the task at hand”—she glanced between her legs—“and not interpret every gust of wind as a guerilla attack.”
And maybe you need to be a whole helluva lot more careful, peanut.
“I like you better with my cock in your mouth.” I listened for a few more beats while she rolled her eyes. I wanted to spank her, I wanted to fuck her, and most of all, I wanted to wipe that frustrated frown from her beautiful mouth and see her come apart in my hands. “I’ll take care of you in a minute. I’m gonna look around first.”
Shannon yanked her robe closed while I tugged on my boxers, and when I focused in, I could hear someone in the other room. I flattened myself against the wall to get a feel for the location of the breathing, and I sensed footsteps moving toward my position.
I gestured for Shannon to stay on the bed, and she responded with another eye roll.
Then a crash sounded from the hall and I rounded the corner, my fist immediately connecting with bone and soft tissue. He crumpled to the ground, howling in pain, and I secured his hands against his lower back with the not-so-gentle pressure of my knee.
Shannon flipped on the light—so much for staying on the goddamn bed—and she cried, “Riley!”
“Riley?” I rolled him over and sure enough, Shannon’s little brother and his busted nose were bleeding all over the slate floor. She stomped into the bathroom and emerged with a damp towel for him.
“Son of a bitch,” he groaned, clutching the towel to his face.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I couldn’t remember which room was mine and Patrick kicked me out, but I had your key from when I was bringing in the gift baskets last night. I was just going to sleep in your bathtub but then I heard…well, I was going to trying to leave quietly but I tripped on your shoes, Shan.”
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
He eyed me up and down, not missing the fact I was in his sister’s room wearing only my underwear. An uncomfortable scowl was obvious beneath the growing rush of bruises that would dominate his nose and eyes tomorrow. “Long enough.”
Shannon fussed over him until the bleeding stopped, but that didn’t prevent her from casting several
“Yep. I know, Shortcake.” I crawled between her legs and lifted one knee to rest on my shoulder. “No more talking unless it’s to say ‘Will, you’re so amazing’ or ‘Will, your tongue deserves the Nobel Peace Prize’ or ‘Will, the only thing better than your tongue is your big, fat cock.’ Got it?”
I tugged the bathrobe loose and leaned my head against her thigh. A sigh slipped from her lips but that didn’t erase the sharp gaze she aimed at me. “I’m concerned there won’t be enough space in this room for both your ego and oxygen.”
My hand coasted over her mound and up her torso, resting between her breasts. “Relax. You can’t enjoy this when you’re all wound up.”
Shannon blinked, and I didn’t give her the chance to object. Instead, I rubbed my chin scruff against her inner thigh until she giggled and shrieked and tried rolling away from me. When my tongue finally connected with her clit, those sounds morphed into moans and purrs that traveled down my spine and lodged in the base of my cock like a hot vise.
She was soft and sweet, and again I was confronted with her tiny shape when my splayed hand fully covered the space between her hipbones. Right here, with my arm wrapped around her leg and my mouth on her cunt—nope, nope, I totally meant pussy—there was nothing else in the world.
Except a faint noise coming from the other room, and that was really fucking strange considering I locked the door myself.
I moved my hand from Shannon’s chest to her lips, shifting to pinpoint the rustling sound that seemed to get closer with each breath. “Did you hear something?” I mouthed.
She shook her head, swatted my hand away from her mouth, and whispered, “Maybe you should focus on the task at hand”—she glanced between her legs—“and not interpret every gust of wind as a guerilla attack.”
And maybe you need to be a whole helluva lot more careful, peanut.
“I like you better with my cock in your mouth.” I listened for a few more beats while she rolled her eyes. I wanted to spank her, I wanted to fuck her, and most of all, I wanted to wipe that frustrated frown from her beautiful mouth and see her come apart in my hands. “I’ll take care of you in a minute. I’m gonna look around first.”
Shannon yanked her robe closed while I tugged on my boxers, and when I focused in, I could hear someone in the other room. I flattened myself against the wall to get a feel for the location of the breathing, and I sensed footsteps moving toward my position.
I gestured for Shannon to stay on the bed, and she responded with another eye roll.
Then a crash sounded from the hall and I rounded the corner, my fist immediately connecting with bone and soft tissue. He crumpled to the ground, howling in pain, and I secured his hands against his lower back with the not-so-gentle pressure of my knee.
Shannon flipped on the light—so much for staying on the goddamn bed—and she cried, “Riley!”
“Riley?” I rolled him over and sure enough, Shannon’s little brother and his busted nose were bleeding all over the slate floor. She stomped into the bathroom and emerged with a damp towel for him.
“Son of a bitch,” he groaned, clutching the towel to his face.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I couldn’t remember which room was mine and Patrick kicked me out, but I had your key from when I was bringing in the gift baskets last night. I was just going to sleep in your bathtub but then I heard…well, I was going to trying to leave quietly but I tripped on your shoes, Shan.”
“How long have you been here?” I asked.
He eyed me up and down, not missing the fact I was in his sister’s room wearing only my underwear. An uncomfortable scowl was obvious beneath the growing rush of bruises that would dominate his nose and eyes tomorrow. “Long enough.”
Shannon fussed over him until the bleeding stopped, but that didn’t prevent her from casting several
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