better get on that. We have a lot of time to make up for. Think you’re up for it?”
His eyes glimmered at my challenge. “Don’t you worry about me. You just concentrate on keeping up.”
A thought suddenly popped into my head and made me tingle. “Feel like re-christening your truck tonight? If I recall, the last time was pretty damn terrific.”
A rough growl worked its way up from his chest. “As much as I love that idea, honey, it’ll have to wait. I didn’t bring the truck tonight. I came on my bike.”
That tingle grew more pronounced, moving its way down and coming to rest between my thighs. My eyelids lowered to half mast, and my tongue peeked out to wet my lips.
Jensen let out a hum of approval. “Seems my girl likes that. Next round’s in bed ’cause I need room to move so I can fuck you with my tongue and get you off before sliding my cock home and making you come again. After that, we’ll take a late-night ride up to The Lookout.”
I hadn’t been to The Lookout in forever. Back when I was in school and we’d have to get creative when it came to finding places to have sex, The Lookout had been one of our favorite spots. We’d stumbled across it simply by chance one day while we were cruising around town. Jensen had driven his obnoxious G-Class up into the foothills, and when the road we were on became nothing more than a dirt path that was too narrow to drive down, we’d parked and gotten out. We found The Lookout during our walk, and it had quickly become a favorite place of ours. “Everything you just said sounds absolutely perfect. Now go chug some water so you can do all the things you promised.”
Jensen gave me one last kiss before climbing out of the bed. I got a perfect view of his ass as he pulled his jeans back on—minus underwear, which was hot—and headed out of the room.
I curled deeper beneath the covers, snuggling into my pillows, and stretched my body, delighting in all the little twinges and dull aches that accompanied really fantastic sex. I was thinking this night couldn’t possibly get any better when a familiar bellow sounded through the house, effectively raining all over my little parade.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here? And where the fuck are your clothes?”
I shot up, leaping out of bed faster than I ever had before. I snatched up my panties and slid them on as the angry voices coming from the front of my house grew louder. I didn’t have time to search for my clothes, so I grabbed the first thing I could reach, which happened to be Jensen’s shirt, and pulled it on quickly. It covered enough, hitting me at mid-thigh, so I bolted out of my room and raced down the hall.
Jensen and Stone were in the middle of a stand-off in my living room, standing toe-to-toe with only inches of space between them.
“Stone, what the hell?” I clipped, breaking their stare-down. “What are you doing here?”
“What the hell are you doin’?” he fired back. “I came to check on my little sister, make sure you’re good, and I find this fucker standin’ in the middle of your kitchen, half naked!”
“What I do or who I have in my own house is no one’s business but mine. And I’ve told you a million times, that key is for emergencies. I want it back right now.” I held my hand out, but he didn’t move to take the key off his key ring.
“Jesus Christ, Shane. What the hell are you thinkin’ hookin’ up with this asshole?” he continued, each word pissing me off more than the last. “How fuckin’ thick is your skull?”
“Watch it,” Jensen growled, coming to stand partly in front of me. “You’re standing in the middle of her house. You don’t disrespect her like that ever, but especially not when you’re standing in her goddamn house.”
Stone’s lips curled up in a sneer. “Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it, soldier boy?”
A shiver worked its way down my back, and I got a sick feeling my brother was intentionally goading Jensen into a fight. “Stone, stop it,” I clipped, but it was like he didn’t hear me. Or maybe he did, he just didn’t care.
My fears were confirmed when he said, “I heard all about you, asshole. You got a thing for using your