Page 106 of Lowering His Guard

His brow wrinkles. “Afraid? Why?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not a serial killer. I don’t even kill insects or spiders. I capture them and set them free in nature.”

He grunts.

I motion to my core. “Did you forget what you were doing?”

“Serious as shit, pint-sized. Not letting you come until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Maybe it’s not something that’s wrong.” Liar. Liar. Swimming trunks on fire.

He settles back on his haunches. “I don’t judge.”

I snort. “Everyone says they don’t judge. But then you accidentally show up at their house with a stolen otter and they’re all … What are you doing? Are you crazy? What were you thinking?”

“You…” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’ll discuss your penchant for stealing animals later.”

“Penchant? Oh, fancy word. The giant knows fancy words. I never would have guessed.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “Now, you’re judging me?”

“Nope. Teasing. They’re two distinct things. You should try it sometime.”

“Oh, I know all about teasing,” he mutters before leaning over and sucking on my clit. I clench my thighs before I fly off the bed.

“Please, let me come this time.”

He grunts and I nearly come at the vibration against my clit. I need him to grunt again. I need to come. I need—

There’s a knock on the door. “May!” Mom shouts.

“Lucky charm!” Dad adds.

I pound my fist into the mattress. There will be no orgasms for me this morning.

“Ignore them,” Brock orders.

“Can’t. They know I’m home. And they have a…”

I trail off when I hear the telltale signs of someone unlocking a door.

“Shit.”

Nudity is fine. My parents knowing I have sex is fine. My parents catching me having sex and witnessing Brock naked kneeling between my legs is definitely NOT FINE.

I shove Brock away from me. He lands on his naked ass on the floor. Next to the door. Which is open. And visible from the front door. Stupid tiny house. Stupid open concept.

I throw a blanket at him. “Cover yourself before my parents can see you,” I hiss.

“We can see your young man just fine,” Mom calls.

“No looking at other men,” Dad says.

“I can look. I can’t touch,” she argues.

“You’re not supposed to stare at your daughter’s boyfriend when he’s naked.”

“It’s not my fault he’s naked.”