His white shirt is hanging on the back of a chair, so I saunter over and pick it up, inhaling the scent of him from the collar. How can a man smell so good? It’s musky and hot and earthy all at once. So deliciously sexy. I can’t believe I’ve known him for six years and never gotten close enough to discover how incredible he smells.
I slide my arms into the cool cotton and do a couple of buttons up before wandering from his bedroom in search of him.
A deep rumble of voices is coming from behind a closed door further up the hallway.His office.I haven’t been inside since we arrived at the cabin, but I’ve peeked through the open doorway once or twice, trying to imagine him sitting in there at the giant rustic wooden desk, the giant windows showcasing the deep forest behind him.
I open the door and slip inside the room quietly. Denver’s eyes lift beneath his dark, lowered brows, capturing mine immediately. He’s sitting at the desk in a black T-shirt, his biceps straining against the fabric as he rests forward on his elbows, his cell phone lit up with a connected call in front of him.
“They’ve done a good job,” my brother says.
“They have,” Denver replies, his eyes roaming over me in his shirt, dropping to my legs where the fabric ends mid-thigh.
“But they haven’t been able to find out how he got it?”
“He’s refusing to say anything,” Denver says.
“I’ll inspect it myself before we do anything else.”
“Understood,” Denver says to Sullivan, his attention fixed on me as I wander around the room, running my finger along a bookshelf filled with books on military subjects.
There’s a picture of a group of men all wearing green combat gear, rifles slung over their shoulders. I pick it up and study it until I find a familiar pair of green eyes flecked with gold.
“Sinclair giving you a hard time?”
I turn around at my brother’s question and raise my eyebrows at Denver. He clears his throat, his eyes darkening as I put the photo down and slink over to him.
“She’s fine. Her self-defense skills are coming along,” he says, watching me as I spin his desk chair so there’s space on the floor in front of him for me to drop to my knees.
“Bet she loves having free rein to come at you. You’ve always had a way of getting under her skin.” Sullivan chuckles.
Denver jerks his head, glaring at me as I palm his hardening dick through his sweatpants.
I nod slowly, loving the way his jaw clenches like he’s pissed as I pull the waistband down and take his dick out. It’s glistening on the tip, and I moan quietly as I lick the drops off, enjoying the flavor on the tip of my tongue.
Denver’s hand scrunches into my hair, tilting my head back. His eyes are on fire as they meet mine.
“Stop,”he mouths.
“Make me,”I mouth back.
He lets out a low curse as I wrap my lips around him and suck the head of his dick, letting the tip of my tongue trail along the slit, licking up the drops of arousal that are flowing from it.
“You still there?” Sullivan asks.
Denver’s grip on my hair tightens but all it does is make me suck him with more determination.
“Yeah. Just bad reception here sometimes.”
“All right. I’ve got to go anyway. Tell that sister of mine to take it easy on you.”
“I told you, she’s good.”
Sullivan snorts. “You can admit it, I bet she’s busting your balls.”
Denver’s lips press together as I suck him off faster, my hand tugging on his balls at the same time.
“I mean it. She’s… good,” Denver grits again, the muscles in his neck tensing as he looks at me with a heated glare.
“See you when you get back to the city,” my brother says. Then he’s gone.
