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He doesn’t answer, which makes me want to press him harder for the answer.
“Why don’t you want Knox to teach me?”
His mouth continues over my sweaty skin to my elbow and then my shoulder. “Because it makes me jealous as fuck.”
With that, he tugs me into him and then captures my mouth. His kisses never start slow. Sometimes they turn lazy, but they always start like he’s on the precipice of control and decided to catapult off.
And I am always ready to dive off the cliff with him.
My hands claw at his crisp white T-shirt and he skims his fingers over my back and down. The shorts aren’t super short, but the material is so tight and thin that it’s almost like skin-to-skin contact. Those powerful hands roam all over the backs of my legs and he grabs handfuls of my ass on the way up. Then he drags those rough palms around to my stomach.
“I think I like you jealous,” I say as he slides his hand under the elastic waist and down toward my pussy.
He wastes no time before gliding two fingers through me. I tighten my hold on him as my body sways. I’ve lost track of the number of orgasms he’s given me this weekend, but it hasn’t done anything to dull the ache I have each time he touches me. If anything, it just makes me want him that much more. I know what those talented fingers are capable of, the least of which is helping me forget about everything else for a few minutes.
He pinches my clit, then circles his thumb lazily over the sensitive nub. I’m so close so fast.
“Hendrick.” My voice is filled with so much need. I need him the same way I need air.
His hazel eyes meet mine. He drops a feather light kiss on my lips and then pulls back to stare at me as the pleasure builds between my legs.
“Hey, Hen—”
I hear the words only second to realizing Hendrick has already pulled his hand out of my shorts and turned to block me from view.
“What?” he barks.
“Uhh...” Flynn’s voice is hesitant like he’s realized he walked in on something. I step out from behind Hendrick and smile at him. His cheeks are bright red. “Knox wanted me to tell you that the guy that was supposed to come fix the dishwasher cancelled again.”
Hendrick nods at him and his demeanor softens. “Thanks, Flynn. Are you ready for school? Jane and I can drop you on our way to campus.”
“Knox is going to give me a ride.” He looks from Hendrick to me and back to his brother, cheeks getting redder by the second. “Thanks, though.”
After he hurries back inside, I burrow my face into Hendrick’s back and giggle. “I think we traumatized your brother.”
“Fucking Knox.” He turns around. “I guarantee he sent him out here to mess with us.”
“Brothers are brutal.”
“You have no idea,” he says dryly, then runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You better get ready. We need to leave in twenty so you’re not late.”
“Do I have to?” I whine.
“I thought you’d be dying to get back to classes by now. Are you worried about something happening? I won’t leave your side.”
“A little worried, I guess, but I’m more concerned about going hours without you kissing me or touching me. It sounds like a real bummer day.”
He chuckles softly and drops his mouth to mine. “How about tonight I take you out then, to make up for all the torturous hours you’ll have to endure today?”
I know he’s mocking me, but it’s going to feel pretty torturous. “Like a date?”
“Yeah, like a date.” His lips pull into a smile. “Sound good?”
It sounds freaking fantastic.
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