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Despite myself, I laugh. “Gunnar. You are not.”

He unbuckles my other strap and I shimmy out of the overalls. I’m down to my tank top and panties, and he shakes his head, as if he’s in actual awe.

“How do you know I’m not building you a sex dungeon?” His voice sounds like it belongs to a man who would be building his lover a sex dungeon as he leans in close. I can feel his mouth move against mine as he speaks.

I laugh again. “Because this house doesn’t have a basement.”

“Fucking hell.” His fingertips skin my jawline. “Lay down, Win,” he says, his voice somehow deeper, thicker and sexier.

Fucking hell indeed.

“Right here?” I squeeze my thighs together as my panties dampen.

“Right here.”

Chapter 29

Diesel

I’m supposed to be searching for Gunnar, who is the only damn one of us with the full certifications for the kind of delicate electric rewiring that needs to be done, according to Jack, Right. This. Second. Naturally Jack is in the garage, losing his shit because Gunnar is nowhere to be found, and Jack can’t stop being a micromanager, waving that damn clipboard around.

And now I keep hearing sounds echoing through the entryway. I’m thinking it’s a lost kitten, probably stuck in a closet or box of tools or something. Poor thing.

I need to go looking for it, especially when the mewling grows louder and louder. I can’t just leave a kitten to suffer. What kind of sadistic fucker would I be if I didn’t go and search for it?

It sounds like a very insistent and very, very hungry kitten.

Well, well, well. Imagine my utter shock and delight when I follow the mewling down the hall and look over to the stairwell and find a certain vixen laying backward against the stairs, arms up over her head, gripping the banister as if for dear life.

One hundred percent naked.

Her tits are stretched as she grips the banister, and her perky nipples bounce as her breath heaves.

And her legs. Sweet, merciful Lord, her legs. Bare and spread, positioned so that her knees are bent, her feet on one step, and her lacy yellow panties hooked around one ankle.

The only crappy part of the view of her spread legs is Gunnar’s big, stupid head right there in the middle of them, blocking the best part. Guess he found the pussy cat first.

I’m struck with instant jealousy, sure, but I gotta give Gunnar credit where credit is due: he’s clearly got an expert mouth because Winnie’s hungry little kitten mews have become full blown tigress moans, now. She’s not holding back. She’s so loud neither of them even hear me approach.

Gunnar is making his usual oh yum, you taste like honey, smack, smack sounds. Same as I used to hear coming from his room when we were roommates back in our college days, trying to get a music career going. Personally, I think he sounds stupid but Winnie is making cute little answering sounds back, and adding in some whimpers.

Fuck me, my cock is hard as a rock. I want to be the guy making her whimper and mew like that, though, and I try not to wonder what my odds are with Winnie. Why would she choose me, anyway? I’m the only one among all of my brothers who has never even been in a serious relationship. Who knows whether or not I could be faithful to one woman?

Well, sure, if it’s Winnie, I could. That is one thing I do know without a doubt. But I don’t have any kind of track record to prove it to her.

I hate to ruin their fun – I do, honestly – but Winnie doesn’t even appear close to coming, because Gunnar looks like he’s using his tongue to recite long, languorous love poems into her clit, rather than giving her a quick and dirty lashing.

Like, Gunnar knows we’re on a schedule, right? Jack’s schedule, which is tighter than the Marines, probably.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sawdust in your coochie?” I say.

Gunnar lifts his head and Winnie’s knees knock together as she tries to hide herself, but because they’re both sex-drunk, their movements are slow.

“That’s exactly what I told him,” Winnie says with a laugh.

Gunnar blinks at me, irritated. “She’s on my shirt.” His frowning mouth drips with her juices, and he wipes his face with the back of his arm.

And Winnie, sweet Lord, even with her knees together, I can see her pussy glistening at me like a beacon.

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