Page 73 of Limbo

“Alone?” His attention returns to the screen. “Rest in peace, man.”

Despite Connor’s lack of confidence in him, Jordan emerges a while later, unscathed.

I lift the blanket for him to join me and cuddle up beside him. No matter how many horror movies I suffer through for my brother, I can never predict them and want protection. The first time the killer lunges at someone, I bury my face in his shirt.

Interest in the movie vanishes at that point. Partly because I hate being scared but mostly because, hello, Jordan Waters.

I drag my fingers across the ridges of his abs before sneaking under his shirt. His breathing changes when my hand glides over his muscles and stops at the top of his jeans. He keeps his eyes on the screen but sinks deeper into the couch, shifting his hips down the cushion and straightening out in anticipation of me going lower. I fight off a smile at the clear approval.

His hand slides into my sweatpants. A slow stroke up my thigh distracts me from what I’m doing. He reaches the top and follows the hem of my panties inward, his touch lighter and lighter. I draw in a breath, and now I move, wanting him to keep going.

A groan sounds behind me. “Come on, guys. Your room is literally a thirty-second walk away.”

I wrinkle my nose at Jordan, blaming him for my brother noticing us. “Watch your movie, Con.”

“Seriously, no one moves that much under a blanket unless they’re getting some action.”

And he gains my full attention.

I shoot up, my head snapping in his direction. “What the hell do you know about getting action?”

He grins and gives his head a shake to move the hair from his eyes. “Dude, I’m almost sixteen. Don’t for a second think you’re the first girl to be felt up on this couch.”

My mouth falls open at the thought of him being sexually active in any way. Teenage pregnancy is the last thing we need—precisely why I went on the pill years ago. Oh God, Graham and Lauren as grandparents? Nowthatwould be true horror.

On the other side of me, Jordan chuckles as he withdraws his hand from my sweatpants. The two of them bump fists over the top of my head, and my glare flies back to him.

“Do not encourage him.”

He stops, but his eyes hover over my head again. Since younger brothers never outgrow their annoying stage, I whirl around. Connor’s waiting for another fist bump, and I launch myself at him. He catches me and then laughs, holding his hands up.

“Okay. Okay. No more feeling up girls on the couch.” He pauses, cocking a brow. “Full-on sex or nothing. Cal’s orders.” Before I can react, he tosses me in the opposite direction and runs for his damn life.

I fall back into Jordan’s waiting arms and sigh. “He stresses me out.”

“Want me to help you relax?”

A split second after I nod, he hops up and carries me to my room. I smile as he sets me down, and I walk right back out.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Be in bed when I get back.”

By quick, I mean an everything-rushed, shortest-shower-of-my-life quick, but it’s not fast enough.

I walk into my room to find Jordan reading his phone on one side of my bed while my angelic sister snores like a demon on the other.

“Sorry,” I say, walking over. “I’ll move her. Just prepare yourself; she’s going to scream.”

Before I reach her, he jumps up and snags my hand, pulling me toward him. “I can sleep on the floor.”

Great. He’s fallen victim to her magic.

“Jordan, you don’t have to do that.”

He pushes back a wet section of my hair and kisses me, gentle and unhurried. “There’s nothing in the world I would rather do.”

I smile, falling under quite the spell myself.

Heavy breathing coaxes me into consciousness while about forty-three pounds on my back prevents me from moving.

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