Dirty (Unexpected Lovers #3) - J.B. Heller Page 0,22

teenager, but I don’t fucking care. This feels too good—her eyes on me, her nipples hard, her thighs rubbing together as she watches me . . .

I grit my teeth as my balls draw tight. “Fuck, spitfire, I’m going to come,” I growl seconds before I do just that.

Her eyes are glazed with lust, and she shoots to her feet. She’s going to run.

“Len,” I start, but a knock sounds from the front door, and her eyes dart toward it. I glance at the wet spot on my sweats then back to her. “You mind getting that? It’ll be dinner. I can’t exactly answer it like this . . .” I say, gesturing to the outline of my still semi-hard dick.

She looks where I’m pointing, shakes her head, then crosses her arms over her chest and arches a brow. “It’d serve you right for pulling that little stunt.”

I stand, moving into her space. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” I murmur against her neck. “Now get the door. I’m hungry.” I slap her ass as I move past her, heading for my room to clean myself up and grab some fresh sweats. She grumbles something unintelligible under her breath behind my back, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face.

When I return to the living room, she’s back in her armchair. The pizza box sits open on the coffee table as do two fresh beers and some napkins. “Thanks,” I say, tipping my beer toward her then taking a swig.

She doesn’t respond. Okay, I guess we’re back to the silent treatment then.

Given what I just did, and the fact that she’s still sitting here with me, I’m going to count tonight as a win. Even if she isn’t speaking to me right now.

I grab a slice from the box then settle back on the couch, stretching my legs out and resting my heels on the coffee table. Lennon flicks through the movies in her iTunes library, coming to a stop on The Italian Job. She selects it then tosses the remote near my feet, grabs a slice, and takes a massive bite.

“Nice movie selection.”

She side-eyes me as she chews then swallows and says, “Can’t go wrong with Marky Mark.”

So, she’s not not talking to me. I can’t keep up. One minute she is; the next she isn’t.

Don’t take it personally, man. She’s sorting out shit in her head. Give her time.

We don’t talk again until the movie credits start rolling.

“Thanks for the pizza,” she says as she stands. “Goodnight, Arch.”

“Night, spitfire,” I murmur quietly as she walks away. I run a hand through my hair then get up to put the leftovers away and our empty beer bottles in the trash.

Walking down the hall, I pause outside her room. The sound of music playing softly inside filters through the door. Is she in there thinking about what I did earlier? Is she touching herself?

“Fuuuck,” I curse under my breath and force myself to continue down the hall to my room.

For the second time tonight, I take my dick in my hand and stroke it until I come with her name on my lips.

It’s been a week since Archer moved in, and I’ve successfully managed to avoid being alone with him since that night. My evasion skills have been on point.

Tonight, though, the boys are at a team meeting and shouldn’t be home till late. So, I’m planning on watching movies on the couch in my underwear.

I made a stop at the Chinese takeout down the block and grabbed all my favorites with the intent to gorge on yummy food, drink good wine, and watch sexy men in superhero costumes.

My night is looking good . . . until I swing open the door to my apartment and find some random chick riding my brother.

“What the fuck, Bates?” I screech. “You’re getting your love juices all over the couch!”

He sits up and peeks around the side of the chick. “Oh, hey. You’re home early.”

My eyes widen. “Is that all you have to say? You’re fucking some rando on my couch—which, by the way, you’re now replacing.”

The girl makes no move to cover herself or to climb off my brother. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s still trying to roll her hips. I cringe. Gross.

“Could you give us a minute, Len?” Bates asks, looking hopeful.

I shudder. “I meant what I said about the couch—you’re replacing it. I’m going to Em’s. Call me when it’s safe to come back.” I turn on my