Page 15 of Home Coming

Instinct had him taking a step forward to catch her just as the towel she was no longer holding fell. His hesitation about catching her now naked body combined with her momentum took them both down to the floor.

He lay beneath the stranger, horrified. But no more so than she looked, face red as she sprawled on top of him.

This was how they were, staring at each other like two deer in headlights, as Josie stepped into the room to witness their shared humiliation.

“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry,” the mystery woman burst out with as she tried to grab for the towel that was no longer wrapped around her lush body.

Her wiggling around as she lay on top of him did not help the growing situation in his pants.

It had been a long sexless deployment and his body was ready to break the dry spell with this curvy hottie with the wild mop of shoulder-length brown curls.

“It’s fine. Really,” he said, trying to reassure her just as her knee hit his balls while she tried to squirm off him.

He curled up on a groan as he felt the pain shoot from his groin to his gut.

“Oh, no. I’m so sorry.” On her knees, she managed to wrap herself in the towel again but was having trouble standing up without the use of her hands.

He would have helped her except he was still in the fetal position trying to breathe through the pain.

“Welcome home, big brother,” Josie said, amusement in her voice. “I was coming to tell you we had a house guest but it seems I’m a little late.”

“Yes, we’ve met,” he said, getting slowly to his knees where he took a second hunched against the nausea before attempting to get upright.

The mystery hottie had finally gotten herself on her feet and covered, but the red that painted her cheeks remained.

He took a step forward, hand extended. A bit formal considering how they’d met but he really wanted to know her name.

“I’m Quinn,” he said, waiting for her to respond in kind.

Her blush deepened as she took his hand for barely a moment then drew hers back to continue clutching the towel.

Adorable.This trip might not be a waste after all.

Josie snorted. “She knows who you are, dork. It’s Jane. From high school. ”

“What?” He cut his gaze from his sister back to the woman in question and swallowed hard.

This was his sister’s nerdy little friend? The girl who’d spent more of his senior year in this house rather than at her own.

She was the hottie? The woman he’d been imagining fucking since first laying eyes on her? Or more accurately, since lying beneath her.

“I go by my middle name now. Bailey,” she supplied, not meeting his gaze for more than a second at a time.

New name. New adult body. But she was still his little sister’s bestie. And the woman his cock was much too interested in.

And she was staying here?

This was not good.

CHAPTERSIX

Bailey’s crush on Quinn Baldwin began in ninth grade on the night of her first sleepover at Josie’s house.

Quinn was a hot shot senior. First string on the varsity football team. The guy every girl wanted to date and every boy wanted to be friends with.

In contrast, she played flute in the school band, was the last to be chosen for the team of whatever sport they were playing during gym class, and had to suffer through wearing jeans a size too big and rolled up at the ankles because her penny-pinching mother wanted her to have roomto grow into them.

Sadly, she’d stopped growing vertically when she reached five foot, but had continued to expand horizontally.

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