Page 3 of Caught from Behind

And they’re all ready for the orgasms—yes, plural—I know that this man can give me.

A hard body pressed close. A cock slipping home, stretching me so wide that it’s almost uncomfortable. Rough strokes, fingers digging into my hips, lips and teeth and tongue?—

I press my thighs together.

Yes, I’m ready for this man—quiet but always watching, thoughtful and protective and a hard worker, a good guy who wouldn’t proposition his teammate’s sister.

But Knox’s and my relationship isn’t a typical one. I’m not the weak little sister who needs to be looked after by the older, growly, cock-blocking brother. Knox has never interfered with my life because he knows I’m a grown woman who does what I want with my body, and that’s that.

Easy as pie.

Riggs can’t know that—it’s not like the guys are having heart-to-hearts in the locker room.

From what I hear, they barely get along at all, the tenuous peace between the players holding only because Lake and Riggs and Knox have all but willed it to be that way.

So, Riggs might watch me with heat in his eyes, but he’s not going to fuck things up with my brother.

So, obviously, it’s up to me to make sure he knows this won’t.

Just like it’s up to me to make the first move.

No problem.

I got you, boo.

I squeeze that thick thigh, allow my breasts to brush more firmly against his arm. “Six,” I agree. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t know that”—I slide my hand up, brush the head of his cock where it’s growing against his leg, and, hell yes, the man is packing something I very much want to meet up close and personal—“I want you.”

The car slides to a stop and I almost grin.

Right here?

Okay then. I’m down.

Or going to be going down. Heh.

Gentle fingers wrap around my wrist at the same time a hand settles in the middle of my chest, and he pushes me—firmly, albeit not roughly—back into my seat. “You’re. Drunk,” he growls. “Which isn’t a surprise because you drink too much.”

The kernel in my belly grows bigger, becomes harder to ignore, creating larger ripples beneath the surface of that imaginary pond.

“I know my limits.”

Furious brown eyes on mine for a heartbeat, but I ignore that. I know how to make it better, know how to make us both feel good.

I slip my hand from his grip, drag my fingers along his chest. “We’ll both enjoy ourselves”—I slide my hand down, lower, lower, until I’m palming his cock, hard and hot and huge as it pulses beneath my fingers—“immensely.” I rise up, press my mouth to his.

For one second, the universe stops.

Then it bursts into a thousand shards of motion—his fingers plunge into my hair, tilting my head back. His tongue slips between my lips, and…

Riggs Ashford is giving me the hottest kiss of my life.

Deep and wet and a little rough.

Long enough that my lungs start to protest, that my body starts to melt, that…

I dip my fingers under the hem of his T-shirt, stroke them along taut, hot flesh, and?—

Riggs breaks the kiss, snags my hand, and pulls it off him.

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