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I reach out and stroke her lower lip with my thumb. “Are you sure? As you can see, he likes the idea of you looking at him.”

“I am sure. I’ve never seen one except in porn.”

She freaked touching it the other night, but maybe if I give her all of the power, it’ll go better. I lick my lips as my nerves go haywire. This girl affects me like no other and we haven’t even had sex. “Take him out.” Him, what the fuck is wrong with me? She’s got me strung tightly, but I fucking love it.

Britain gets up a little closer, and I try to keep my breathing calm even though my heart is racing. I lace my fingers behind my head to stop myself from touching her. Her fingers ghost over my stomach before she grabs the waistband. My dick leaks pre-cum as the material is pulled back and down.

My cock stands tall and proud, and I want to squeeze it right now to relieve the pressure. I’m afraid that the moment she touches it, I’m going to explode. I look down and I know she can see the pearly fluid on the tip of my dick.

Britain reaches out and wraps her hand around it. I can’t not touch her any longer, so I slam my lips down on hers, moaning into her mouth as she squeezes my cock.

She whispers against my lips. “I want to make you come. Help me?”

I wrap my hand slowly around hers and show her what to do. As soon as she gets the hang of it I let go and commence kissing her. The desire to come hits me, and hard. Before I can prepare her, a groan slips past my lips and I leave a sticky mess all over her hand.

“Was that okay?” Her voice is small, and she worries her lip.

“The minute you looked at him, I was ready to blow—it was perfect.”

I kiss her once more before she disappears into the bathroom. I take off my boxer briefs and use them to clean myself off. I pull a clean pair on as Britain walks back into my room. She looks completely shy right now. I grab her, wrapping my arms tightly around her, and kiss the fuck out of her. I let go, turn her toward the stairs, and push her—lightly, of course. “Now get out of here before I say, ‘fuck it’ and we spend the rest of the day in bed. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Britain gives me a disgruntled look, and when I laugh she flips me off before laughing softly herself.

I get dressed, slip on my black dress shoes, and then head downstairs. Britain waits for me at the breakfast bar and hands me my wallet and phone. I grab my spare key for the loft and the extra key fob for the Porsche. “Here’s the key to let you in if you get home before me, and then this is for the Porsche.”

She hands me the keys for her Chevelle. “I’m trusting you with my baby. If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.” Britain’s sassiness is coming out, and I love it.

“Okay, Killer. I believe you. I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

I have my arm around her as we head out and take the elevator down to the parking garage. She walks up to her car and dramatically lays herself across the hood, stroking the top. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll see you later.” She kisses it, and then looks at me feigning innocence. “What?”

“What? I’m jealous. I want you to lay across me and rub me like that.” I open the driver’s side door for her and watch her climb into my baby. “She’s got a lot of get up and go,” I say before leaning in to kiss her. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” she says before closing the door.

She starts her up and I watch with wide eyes when she whips out of the parking spot and hightails it out of the parking garage. I look toward the ceiling. “She’s going to keep me on my toes, isn’t she?” I ask no one in particular.

I climb into her Chevelle and turn the key. Once her baby starts to purr, I take a second to appreciate it before pulling out and heading to meet my boys for breakfast.

Chapter Sixteen

Britain

A small smile has graced my lips all day long today. If I close my eyes, I can still feel Silas’s hand between my legs. The orgasm he’d given me had been better than any I’ve given myself. Touching him this morning had been progress. He let me control the situation. I was surprised to feel how soft, yet hard, it was.

I won’t lie, when I went to the bathroom to clean off my hand, I tasted some of his cum. It was warm, salty, and musky tasting—not terrible, but it would definitely take some getting used to.

I focus back on the oil change I’m doing. I feel eyes on me and find Marcus staring at me. “What?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know, you just look different. Are you still dating that douchebag?”

“He’s not a douchebag, asshole.” I look up at him. “Silas is a good guy. Mom and Dad like him.”

He stands in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. “No one is ever going to be good enough for you.” Marcus lowers his voice. “Keith says you’re staying with him all week…Why?”

“I love you, but it’s none of your business. I don’t ask you about the girls rotating in and out of your life.” I’ve never had a problem speaking my mind to my brothers. They may scare and intimidate others, but not me. Hell, Marcus and Keith are both scared of Beth, and she’s all of five-foot nothing. “What happened to CrossFit girl?”

“She wanted more, and I didn’t.” He changes the subject. “Ummm…and why the fuck did you let Silas drive your car? Because whenever I ask, you tell me no, and I’m your fucking brother.”

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