“We’re going!” Bess hauls the two men out, pushing them toward the dining room.
“Great,” I call weakly as they finally leave, taking the last of my dignity with them.
Josh and I remain tangled together for a beat, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Well,” I mutter, eyes fixed on the ceiling, “I wasn’t expectingthat.”
Josh lets out a dry laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly. “I have to hand it to them. That was some world-class timing.”
Our eyes meet. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, and a lock of messy hair brushes his forehead. He doesn’t look embarrassed, just mildly pissed off.
“They really know how to kill the afterglow,” I whisper, lifting a hand to brush the frown off his face.
His smile comes quickly, warm and crooked. “You not feeling the love anymore,Pahe?”
I shrug, but my lips twitch upward despite myself.
Josh pulls back slowly, shuffling down my body. I lift up on one elbow, raising an eyebrow in question.
He shoots me a filthy grin, his amber eyes darkening with renewed interest.
“Gotta leave you smiling,” he says, his head dipping down.
His tongue traces the seam of my lips before moving lower, and let me tell you—Josh Greenfeld knows how to use his mouth. I come twice before he’s satisfied I won’t lose my smile.
After we clean up, Josh leans against the wall, his eyes tracking me as I pull my clothes back on. I catch him watching me, his gaze hungry and heated.
“What?” I ask, adjusting my shirt.
“This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go.”
I grin, crossing the room to him and leaning into his chest. “You didn’t plan on our brothers and Bess getting an eyeful of your sexy ass?”
“Sexy, hmm?” His hands slide down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him. He swivels his hips slightly, dipping me just enough to make me giggle.
“Very sexy,” I agree, relaxing into his hold.
“Alas,” he sighs dramatically, setting me upright and holding me at arm’s length, “we can’t. We need to get serious.”
I turn back to the mirror, checking my hair one last time. “About what?”
“You need to set some boundaries with Bess.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, his reflection meeting mine in the mirror. “You’re running yourself ragged,Pahe.And I won’t stand for it.”
I pull a face. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll talk to her.”
“When?”
I blow out a breath, my shoulders dropping. “Tonight. Before the hordes descend for this weekend of debauchery.”
“You want me there?”
I shake my head, a happy little bubble rising inside me. It feels good to have someone in my corner. “No, I’m good. I got this.”
“Yeah, you do.” He pulls me back into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. “But call if you need me.”
We head toward the kitchen, following the sound of laughter and chaos. When we stop in the doorway, the scene before us is absolute carnage. Flour coats the counters, the floor, andsomehow Pete’s hair. Sam is no where to be seen—probably for the best.
Josh sighs loudly beside me. “Take her. I’ll deal with him and… this.” He mutters the rest under his breath, gesturing at the mess.
