Then she hooked her finger. Not a word. Just that lazy, confident curl that made heat rise up the back of my neck.
She turned and walked toward the hallway, hips swaying like she knew damn well we were both staring. Brock inhaled sharply beside me.
“Holy shit,” he muttered.
I elbowed him. “Shut up and walk. And remember our ground rules.”
“Tough to forget them.”
We followed her like two horny puppies on a leash. All the way down the hall, until she stopped in the doorway of her bedroom, leaned one shoulder against the frame, and took another slow sip of her beer. Her eyes flicked between the two of us.
“You boys sure you’re up for this?” she teased.
“I can’t speak for Grandpa, over here, but I’m in my prime,” Brock said, stepping past me with a swagger that was definitely new.
I snagged the back of his shirt and pulled him back. “Grandpa? I’m only a year older than you.”
“Which is practically ancient.”
“All right,kid,” I said, shoving past him. “Respect your elders and you might just learn something.”
Lila arched an eyebrow. “Are you two gonna argue all night?”
“Yes,” I said. Brock shook his head, no.
“If you’re going to compete, at least do it in here.” She bit her lower lip before walking backward into the room.
Again, we followed, me taking the lead this time. After all the teasing and foreplay at the basketball game, I was practically on fire with desire for Lila.
Her bedroom was dim, just one lamp on, throwing enough light to see her bed. Unmade, pillows everywhere, a blanket half-kicked to the side. A couple of books on the nightstand, clothes on the chair. Lived-in. Comfortable. Her private space.
And the smell hit me next. Jasmine. Warm skin.Her. It slid right into my bloodstream like it had the last time I was here. That easy buzz from the beers sharpened into something hotter.I got hard thinking about being inside her again. Thinking about Brock along for the ride.
This was going to be fun.
Lila set her beer down on the nightstand and perched on the edge of the bed, ready for the night, for us, and whatever we wanted to do to her. Her knees parted just a little. Confident in a way that made me bite down to keep from groaning.
Her gaze flicked between us, eyes bright and already a little wild.
“Areyouup for this?” Brock asked her.
She bit her lip again and nodded slowly. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about fordays.”
Brock didn’t wait for an invitation. He knelt in front of her, hands on her knees, eyes wide like she was his biggest fantasy. I stepped next to him, watching the two of them. The way her breath caught, the way her lips parted.
And in my body, everything responded. My shoulders tensed, blood rushed south so fast I was almost dizzy with it. That magnetic pull toward her tightened, and my cock got even harder.
I set my beer aside and moved toward her, stroking her cheek softly. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned into my touch, and for a moment, it was just us. The same gravitational pull that had been ruling my life since the first day of class.
Brock brushed his lips along the inside of her knee, and she gasped. The sound went straight through me.
“I have a new rule,” Lila breathed. “No arguing unless it’s over who makes me feel better.”
“That’s not even a contest,” Brock said.
I snorted. “Agreed. I clearly win.”
“You cocky…”
