Page 2 of My Brother’s Locksmith Friend

“Why is there still beer here? Brody’s been on the road for nearly a month now.”

She ducks inside her room and comes back out wearing nothing but her panties and a matching bra. Shit, she’s a bad little girl teasing me like this. And she knows it.

“I’m only 19 and beer is not my drink of choice, Hendrix. I like sweet tea more than anything.”

I find myself laughing as she pops a bottle open, handing it to me. Now, she’s trying to get me drunk. It’s cold, crisp, and goes down smooth. My eyes drag my gaze from her feet up to those lace panties, which give me an eyeful of her soft pink pussy that has my dick waking up.

Licking my lips, I find my voice. “Sweet, indeed. I need to get out of here before I get myself into trouble with a 19-year-old.”

She shrugs, saying, “You can stay here if you want. I mean you shouldn’t drink and drive. You wouldn’t want to set a bad example for me, would you?”

“Baby girl, you have no idea what you’re asking for. If I sleep here, you should know ain’t much sleep gonna happen.”

“We don’t have to sleep. We can do whatever you want, Hendrix.”

Well, fuck.

I down my beer before closing the gap between us. My hands reach down over her, behind her, grabbing her by the ass and hoisting her into my arms in a way she has to wrap her legs around me. My erection is tight against my jeans, pushing against her crotch as I carry her from the kitchen, down the short hallway, and into her bedroom.

I lay her down on the bed, hovering over, just watching those bold blue eyes scan my face for answers. I lick my lips and move down, licking hers. She moans and I kiss her, tipping my head sideways to get better leverage. My tongue slips inside her mouth, diving in and out until I’m about ready to slide out of my jeans.

My hand dips down between her thighs and cups the center. Her eyes widen and she gasps. It makes me wonder. “How many people have touched this pussy?”

“Just you,” she pants as I rub my fingers over her center through her panties.

I blow out a long breath over my shoulder before turning to face her. A fucking virgin. Shit. This girl is so close to unleashing the beast within me. A beast that I’ve been trying my damnedest to keep at bay.

I push myself off of her and step back. “We can’t do this tonight. You ain’t ready for this cock, and I need you to be ready for what comes with giving me that sweet tea of yours.”

She huffs and pouts. “So I’m just supposed to go to sleep feeling ready to explode?”

“Take a cold shower,” I tell her with a smile. “I’m going to go home and take ten of ‘em. Being with me is forever, baby girl. That, and I don’t have the time to break that pussy in right. I got an early day tomorrow. When I take that first sip, I wanna drink you all day. Take a shower and get some rest. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when I get off work.”

I sense her frustration, but it’s damn near two in the morning. I don’t want to leave her, but I want to be sure there’s enough time to treat her the way she’s supposed to be treated. I want her first time with me to be at my house anyhow.

Still, I lean down to give her one more kiss before standing back to take in what I’m walking away from.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Hendrix,” she says with a smile.

“Yes, you will, baby girl. Yes, you will.”

2

HAVANA

The longer I look at the minutes ticking away on my phone, the longer I don’t feel like moving off my bed to go to work.

There’s nothing waiting for me at that clothing boutique except a manager who thinks they’re running some high-end store in New York City.

So when the incessant pounding at my front door forces me to start moving, I have hope that it’s a reason for me to call out. Maybe it’s Hendrix coming back to finish what we started last night. I needed a 20-minute ice-cold shower to get the tension out of my body long enough for me to go to sleep.

Hendrix Haven is by far the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life. With his rugged good looks, I was all but panting the first time I saw him. Dear Lord. Everything about him screams masculine. But…my brother does contract work with him, so I’d never want to jeopardize Brody’s situation by throwing myself at his boss. At least, that was my initial plan.

Only, I see how much he wants me—from the way he looks out for me to the way his eyes devour me every chance they get. Each time he does, my insides twist and I feel like melting into a puddle on the floor. No one has ever looked at me that way. And it does something to me—not just something but a lot of things.

That forever stuff he spoke about makes me think about those couples on social media celebrating their 10th, 20th, and 30th anniversaries. That’s going to be us in a few decades. I’m sure of it. I just need Hendrix to understand that I feel this way too. I want him to let go of the notion I don’t know what I’m asking for. I know exactly what I want and that’s Hendrix. Him and only him.

Eagerness fills my legs as I move through my small one-bedroom apartment toward the front door where I swing it open to see someone who is not Hendrix Haven. Instead of a six-foot locksmith I want making me scream in ecstasy, there’s a six-foot greasy-looking guy who I’d cross the street to avoid.

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