“Yeah,” I whispered.
He held my gaze.
Then he nodded.
After that, he let me go and turned toward the wheel. Then he started up his truck and drove me home.
Chapter Four
Wash Him Away
Rock Chick Rewind
Two hours later…
There was a banging on my door.
My eyes fluttered open and I focused on the clock.
It was twelve seventeen.
I smiled to myself. I’d left my Lelo in the nightstand before going to sleep. This was not because, after that night, I didn’t need some form of relaxation.
It was that I was hoping Ren would be the source of that relaxation, as these days he always was. He’d texted me earlier saying he had a late meet, but was hoping, if it didn’t go too late, that he’d come to my house and spend the night.
It was late, but as ever with Ren and me (and we both knew it), no late was too late.
I threw the covers off, got out of bed and moved out of my bedroom.
I was wearing a sexy sapphire blue nightie with deep edges of black lace.
Everyone now knew Indy’s former secret (a secret that was leaked by Indy herself during a Girls Night Out; it wasn’t me who shared, swear) and that was that she always wore sexy underwear. This was because her grandma bought her some on her sixteenth birthday and told her every woman should have that particular secret. Indy took this to heart and lived it from that day forward.
Unfortunately, seeing as he’s my brother, I also knew that Lee very much appreciated this now-not-so-secret.
As in a lot.
I couldn’t say I very much appreciated knowing this about my brother. I could say it wasn’t much of a surprise. I’d been underwear shopping with Indy, and often. She had good taste. And Lee was all man (of the Ren variety) so it wasn’t a big leap that he’d get off on something like that.
What everyone didn’t know was that because I’d known Indy since I was born (which meant I knew Grandma Ellen since I was born, and Grandma Ellen was like a grandma to me too), she gave me the same life lesson.
I just took it further. I wore sexy underwear, no exceptions, no holds barred. I had never owned a pair of granny panties from age sixteen onward.
And I never would.
I also never slept in anything unsexy unless I didn’t sleep in anything (and that was the sexiest of all).
I’d learned that Ren was turned on not only by the tactile but also the visual. He liked watching me go down on him. He liked watching me ride him. He liked watching my face as he rode me. He also liked my nighties. The look and feel.
And I knew he’d learned if he showed late at my place he was in for a treat, because over the last couple of months I’d given him a lingerie cornucopia of delights that he showed his appreciation for in a variety of righteous ways.
And tonight’s nightie was actually new. I bought it just for him.
Though I’d never tell him that.
I checked the peephole just to be certain and saw Ren again gazing down the hall. Since there was nothing there but carpeted hall and doors, I wondered what fascinated him about that.
Then wondering got in the way of opening the door and getting to Ren so I quit doing that, and I unlocked and opened the door.