My eyes roll. “You would say that even if she had been dating the guy for months.”
“I’m her brother,” he counters, “I’m not supposed to like anyone she’s seeing.”
Jessica glances down at her light blue fingernails, picking at some of the paint near her cuticles. “And we’re not actually dating, so…”
It’s probably the wrong thing to say on her part because the boys’ eyes thin, their dangerous gazes not giving an inch. It’s not hard to assume what thoughts are rummaging through their thick heads.
“I want a name,” Brennan demands, pointing his finger at her.
Colten shoves the rest of his crust in his mouth, wiping his hands on his shorts. “I need a shower.” Standing, my eyes clashwith his, his head giving an elusive nod toward the back of the house.
I scratch behind Rossco’s ears. Sometimes, he is the perfect escape plan for situations. “And I’m going to take Rossco out before we head upstairs,” I say.
“Real subtle, guys,” Brennan mutters.
Cameron’s features scrunch together. “It’s like nine p.m.— Do you guys want to come back after and watch a movie or something?”
Colten’s already walking to the back of the house when his voice bounces off the walls. “Sure.”
Elena’s selective hearing chooses this moment to focus on the conversation. “I want to watch a movie!”
“You need to go to bed soon, Little Miss,” Jess tells her.
Elena’s lips pout, and her tiny arms cross over her chest. “Fine.”
“Wanna go outside?” I ask Rossco. His black ears perk upward, and he hastily flips over and darts to the foyer. Standing, I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ll be back.”
On my way out of the living room, their eyes follow every step I make. I swear I can sense their gazes still lingering even after I disappear and walk down the hallway to the back door. They aren’t exactly oblivious to what’s about to happen, but I’d rather not make this situation any more awkward than it already is.
Walking down the hill, Rossco follows me to Colten’s front door. My knuckles barely rasp against the door before it opens, a hand whizzing out and tugging me inside hurriedly. He shuts the door behind Rossco and me, hauling me into his arms.
His lips crash down onto mine before I can take a proper breath. His tongue pushes past my lips, freeing a fluttery mess of wings that chaotically attack my stomach and relocate to my chest.
Our hands roam, and our bodies seem to gravitate toward the shower in his room as if it’s the only place we are meant to be at this moment in time. My fingertips trail over his firm pecs beneath his shirt, my touch working its way to his defined V-line that leads straight to his dick that my mouth and pussy are already salivating for.
When I reach under the band of his athletic shorts, dragging my nails against his skin, the tremble coursing through his body fuels the fire burning between us. It’s consuming all of me, and it’s hot. Scorching. Everything about Colten is beginning to burn me alive, so slow and addicting.
Dragging me along, he bursts through his bedroom door and into the darkened space. The room that was just still and silent is now alive with our erratic breaths and thundering hearts.
“Shower. Now,” he demands against my lips.
“Yes, sir.” Turning away from him, he pats me on the ass before I quicken my pace.
Stepping through the threshold into the bathroom, my eyes roam to the wall of windows, the orchard directly outside welcoming the rain that the dark, gloomy sky is releasing. The patter of water tapping against the roof grows louder.
I’ve always loved the rain. The fresh scent, the ground vibrating with life and color after it quenches its thirst. The musty dirt scent that fills the air.
At first, I found the row of windows in the bathroom odd. Extremely odd. But the greens outside contrast nicely with the deep gray tile and black accents with forest green towels to complement the space.
Also, when I was roaming around the outside like a stalker and trying to get him to talk to me, I noticed that the windows looking into the bathroom were tinted with a mirror-like quality. Being the weirdo I am, I stepped up to the glass to peer inside.I could see into the bathroom, but not unless my nose pressed against the glass. I bet there is still a smudge there.
“And you better be naked and wet when I get in there.” Colten’s raspy voice slips through to my ears smoothly from the bedroom.
The strings under my already sensitive skin tighten. “I’m already wet,” I taunt, reaching into the shower to turn on the water.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, making me smile. I love that I have that effect on him. Seeing him come completely undone by using a few words is my kryptonite.
Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I discard it on the ground next to the large walk-in shower. I hear athunk, my ears perking at the sound of a drawer closing in the bedroom.
