Page 36 of Unbidden

“What would it take for you to take off the shirt?”

“Seriously? Nothing. I want nothing from you. Besides, I have nothing on underneath it. You already tried to get me naked once, and look how that turned out.”

He strips off his own jersey, placing it on the bed. My eyes immediately drop to his chest. A very delicious-looking chest.

You could lick it,the devious part of my mind states.

No. I can’t. Stop it.

My eyes meet his again, and he gives me a knowing smirk. He steps closer, this time grazing my sides, running his hands under the shirt instead of grabbing the fabric itself. I gasp as his lips come down to my neck, running along my pulse.

His hands inch higher, as do his lips. Once he gets to my ear, he whispers, “Take it off.”

This time his demanding tone is more of a coax. He’s daring me to do it.

I pull back and look into his eyes.

“No.”

“You can wear my jersey.Please.”

His pleading tone does it.

Before I know it, I have Keaton’s jersey stripped off and am holding it out to Reed. I half expect him to grab it and his own and leave me in this room, but he surprises me when he throws Keaton’s jersey on the bed, stepping forward to press me closer to his body. Before I know what’s happening, his lips are crushed against my own.

It only takes one breath to realize that Reed is kissing me. The second breath is lost as my lips begin to move against his. When his tongue slips into my mouth, I can’t help the moan that escapes. My body instinctively sways towards his, wanting to be closer to his warmth. My blood is heated, my heart pounding out of my chest. His hands skim my sides, never quite making it to my breasts. I arch forward, begging him to touch me.

He lightly bites my lower lip before pulling back, resting his forehead on mine.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispers almost to himself.

The spell breaks as I step back from him, my hand flying to my lips. He must sense the change in me, because he grabs his jersey, throwing it at me. I pull it on quickly as he pulls on Keaton’s jersey.

“Let’s go grab my sister and bounce.”

“No.”

He stares at me. “I’m not leaving you here alone. Come on.”

“I’m not alone. Keaton’s with me.”

“He’s coming too.”

“We’ll see about that,” I mumble to myself, walking past him to open the door.

His chuckle surrounds me as I attempt to twist the handle. His heat at my back makes me pause, and he reaches around me and unlocks the door.

I glare over my shoulder at him, but it only causes him to laugh more.

I stalk away from him and back to Keaton. He smiles as I approach, but his eyes darken when he notices Reed standing behind me.

“Why the fuck are you wearing my jersey?” He jumps up and gets in Reed’s face.

Reed smirks. “She asked to wear mine. I couldn’t deny her the better brother.”

Keaton goes to push Reed, but I jump in between. “Don’t let him rile you up. He forced me to change. “He seems to think my whoreish ways might tarnish your image and wanted to deflect attention off you.”

Keaton’s eyes meet Reed’s over my shoulder. “Stop playing games, Reed. Give her my jersey back, and then take yours and leave. You’re not wanted here.”

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