Page 62 of Building Romance
He glares at me and I make a sad face. And step toward his bathroom with my overnight bag.
He takes three strides and cages me against the wall. I look up at him and see the heat in his eyes.
“Oh, I will come, Tanner,” he whispers against my lips. “And so will you.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease.
He presses his hand between my legs, sliding a single finger inside me, and groans as he feels how wet I am. “You want me to make you come like this?” he asks, his deep voicing practically making me convulse on the spot.
“What the fuck are you doing in there?” a voice calls out.
“Or who are you doing?” a second voice says with a chuckle.
I feel my cheeks heat as I keep my gaze on Fletcher.
His jaw tics as his brothers speak, but instead of leaving me, he adds a second finger. I feel my body begin to tense. I’m not sure if it’s the thrill of nearly being caught or the intense way he’s watching me come undone against his wall, but I’m hurdling toward my release.
As if he senses it, his fingers work me faster, his thumb caressing me just where I need it, and I come hard. A silent cry escaping my lips as I ride the wave.
He kisses me gently and pulls his fingers from me, licking them clean in a seductive way that has me nearly coming again.
“Go get dressed,” he whispers as he places a gentle kiss on my lips and smacks my ass.
I manage to stay standing when he steps away and I hurry to shower and put on my clothes. I silently curse myself for not bringing a nicer outfit. Am I ready to meet the other McDowell brothers?
I know the oldest is Dalton. He has a reputation of being cutthroat. Spencer is the middle brother. In photos, he looks like a hot, nerdy version of Fletcher.
But what will they think of me?
I tie my hair back and slick it with some water, hoping to keep my unruly curls from escaping, a near impossible task.
Walking out, I hear some hushed voices. I strain to listen but can’t make out what they are saying. As I turn the corner into the living room, I can see Spencer standing in front of the windows, his hands in his pockets. Dalton and Fletcher seem to be in an argument.
Fletcher’s eyes meet mine and Dalton turns to look at me.
“Hi,” I squeak, sounding like a total idiot.
Spencer turns and surveys me like I’m a car he’s considering purchasing. Dalton just gives me a look that says he trusts me about as much as I trust my two-year-old Wi-Fi router.
“This is Camryn Tanner,” Fletcher introduces me and wraps a protective arm around my waist. I lean into his shoulder and his hand squeezes my hip in a reassuring manner.
“Nice to meet you both,” I say nervously.
Dalton extends a hand and I shake it. Spencer gives me a nod from the window.
“So, you two are…dating?” Dalton asks.
“Yes,” Fletcher says without missing a beat. His hand squeezing my hip again.
“And what about your businesses?” Spencer asks as he leans against the windows and crosses one leg in front of the other.
“We’ll figure it out,” Fletcher responds. I feel as if I’m in hostile territory. I’m about to excuse myself when there’s a knock at the door. A moment later, Dalton opens it to allow Fletcher’s parents to enter. I only know who they are because I’ve seen them online. Holy hell! If I didn’t give off deer-in-headlights vibes before, I most certainly do now.
“Mom, Dad, this is Camryn Tanner, my girlfriend,” Fletcher announces.
I feel the color drain from my face as I stand in front of a very well-dressed middle-aged couple.
“Oh? Girlfriend? Why didn’t you tell us?” his mother says as she pulls me into a hug.
