Cruz holds his bowl as he leans against the fridge, watching me as he scoops in mouthfuls. He’s always watching me, even when I’m doing the most mundane things, like eating a bowl of cereal. I munchit down quickly, ready to escape back into my room before he pounces on me. Because I know that look. Those eyes are come-fuck-me eyes, for sure. When I’m done, he takes the bowl from me, stacking it in the dishwasher. “Don’t you have something better to do with your time?” I ask because curiosity gets the better of me. I never see him working, but I’m sure he must do something when he’s not staring at me. How else would he make money?
His forehead wrinkles. “Doc won’t let me train till I’m fully healed, so no.” He comes around behind me, kissing my cheek. “Besides, what’s better than helping you get ready for the day? I think the next item on the list should be a shower. And lucky for you, I’m an expert at washing hair.” He spins my chair so I’m facing him, the desire in his eyes intensifying, if that’s even possible.
My stomach does that damn flip-flop thing he seems to make it do. “Cruz. You’re not showering me,” I say, but my voice comes out as a breathy whisper, not sounding convincing at all.
He buries his head in the crook of my neck and starts a slow, careful descent over my body, kissing down my neck and over my shoulder as his hands move to cup my breasts. I press my body into his, not able to help it. This is why I have been avoiding them. They have this effect over me, this disarming way of getting me to forget what I’m supposed to be doing, and instead, I just melt into them, my body begging for more. “Let Cruz get you all dirty, then real clean. Come on, little darlin’, don’t make me beg you.” He chuckles out a laugh, his lips vibrating over my skin.
My hand settles on his chest, and I push him away just a little, trying to catch my breath. “Maybe I should enjoy a little payback, for you and Asher making me beg.”
He hooks his hands in the sides of my silk sleep shorts, and in one move, he strips them down my legs and drops to his knees in front of me.
“Cruz,” I gasp, not expecting the sudden movement or to be panty-less in the kitchen.
He doesn’t care. His eyes light up, all playful and cheeky, then he wastes no time in pushing my legs out wide and dipping his head to taste me. When he flicks his tongue over my clit, I can’t help but lean back into the kitchen counter, allowing him better access. Because what this man can do with his tongue should be a sin, and I’m not stopping him now, no matter how dangerous I know it is being this close to him.
He pulls back, with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “How am I doing, little darlin’?”
“More groveling and I might just let you shower with me.” I smirk, knowing I sound like a hussy, but I’m enjoying this way too much to stop him now.
He takes one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder, then his lips are back on my pussy, licking, sucking, flicking his tongue over my most sensitive spot in the best way possible.
My hands tangle into his long hair, pulling him closer to me, needing more.
The way he looks up at me with his big, stormy, lust-filled eyes is all too much and has me on the edge already.
Jagger’s bedroom door flies open, and he stalks into the room, his phone up to his ear. He takes one look at us and his angry expression simmers down, his lips curling up at the sides. “Get your shit, Cruz. We have a situation to take care of.”
“Fuck off.” Cruz pulls back from my pussy just long enough to growl at his brother, then his lips are back on me again, more fervently this time as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me.
I suck in a breath and grip onto the counter, not sure where to look or what to do. All I know is my cheeks are the color of a beet, and my pussy is thrumming, so damn close to cumming I couldn’t stop Cruz now if I wanted to. I ride his hand, whimpering as Jagger’s lips curl up at the sides.
“See you soon.” Jagger disconnects the call then stalks across the room, his eyes locking with mine in a way that makes my insides turn to liquid. This shouldn’t be hot, but the way he’s looking at me is crossing a line I have been craving to see the other side of. “I know she tastes as fucking sweet as honey, but this shitshow can’t wait.”
Cruz holds up his middle finger, signaling for Jagger to fuck off.
Jagger tugs him up to standing by the back of his shirt.
I quickly cover myself up, crossing my legs and tugging down my silk shirt. “What’s wrong, Jagger?” I ask, trying to ignore the sinful look in his eyes and the way my pussy begs for more. Now is clearly not the time.
“You spoil all my fun,” Cruz grumbles, shoving past his brother, making sure to knock his shoulder with his on the way past him as he heads to his room. “Don’t you worry, little darlin’, this isn’t over.”
Jagger leans into the kitchen counter, his eyes lazily scanning all the way down my body. “Go get dressed, flower, before I fucking finish you off myself.”
“Jagger,” I warn. That look in his eyes is dangerous.
“Quickly, we don’t have a lot of time, and you’re going to have to come with us.”
“What? No fucking way,” Cruz growls back, turning on the spot.
My eyes bounce between the brothers, not enjoying the way the tension just shifted from hot as hell to agitated. “I can just stay here while you go sort out whatever the situation is.”
Jagger leans in closer, grabbing my hand. He tugs me to standing and swats my bare ass cheek. “Not negotiable.” His lips brush over my earlobe as he sends me on my way.
Cruz curses something under his breath, then slams his bedroom door.
I sigh heavily, still feeling Jagger’s eyes on me as I close my door. Damn him, now I’m on edge in more ways than one. What on earth is he dragging me along to? And why do I get a sinking feeling that I’m not going to like it.
Chapter 32
