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With a half-grunt, half-moan, he did just that, his hand flying up and down his cock, harsh and fast. His eyes were locked on hers, staring deep into those baby blues, and the excitement and desire he saw there was his undoing. With a shout, he came, erupting between their bodies. Brittany leaned back to see better, and something about her watching him defile himself, all for her, was the biggest turn-on he had ever experienced.

Gus leaned back when he was done, a complete mess. He was going to have to shower and change clothes, but he had managed to miss Brittany, which was a shame. He’d love to see her covered in him, to rub it into her skin. Next time, he promised himself.

Brittany was still in his lap, had watched every moment of his orgasm as if committing it to memory. She took his hand, the one that had been stroking his dick, and licked it from wrist to fingertip, cleaning the come off, and then gently kissed his palm.

“Thank you for showing me. You did a very good job.”

He was warm inside, even as she stood up, brushing down her shorts and adjusting her top.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Busy schedule today, Gus. We need to leave soon, and you need a shower.”

“Brittany, get your ass back here.” He was practically growling, and he could hear it in his own voice. Frustrated as fuck that she was walking away instead of letting him put his hands on her, letting him have the privilege of giving her an orgasm.

Instead of listening, she turned to him, the look on her face saying that she was still apparently very, very pissed at him.

“Gus, you tried to fire yourself off my case. I’m still angry with you. So if you want to touch me, ever, you’re really going to need to work for it.”

She strutted to the bedroom and shut the door behind her, and Gus let out a frustrated groan. He hated knowing she was turned on, how turned on he had made her. She wouldn’t let him take care of her, and that was torture for him.

Which was obviously what she had in mind. Gus was fucked. He went to clean himself up and change clothes to prepare for his day of being frustrated.

CHAPTER 16

BRITTANY

Her hands were shaking when Brittany shut the bedroom door behind her. She’d had time to think while Gus had been out telling Val whatever it was that meant Curtis would leave with only a nod, so she assumed he took back quitting. And while she had set up for her stream, she went over the events of the night before. Brittany cringed when she thought of what she had said to him at the party in that Photo Booth. She had meant it at the time, but she realized now it was a defense mechanism. She didn’t want to be the one to get between brothers.

But she also couldn’t help herself around Gus, as showcased by how she shamelessly begged him to touch her last night. And the memory of him stroking himself off in front of her was going to be in her spank bank forever. They had a chemistry that she no longer thought she was strong enough to deny.

In thinking about it, she assumed he must have called his boss after their argument at the party, and that made sense. She had asked him to back off, after all. Brittany couldn’t be mad about that. She shouldn’t be.

But she was.

Brittany adjusted her outfit, pulling on some knee-length socks to wear with her sneakers. Brittany still wasn’t certain she could rock heels with her ankle, but she could definitely play into her online name.

As she checked her hair, Brittany’s phone dinged with a message from Kyle. She opened it to find a picture of the door to the hotel room she had been staying at with him—the floor now covered in shredded flowers. There were tears in the wallpaper that looked like they were done with a razor blade, scratching deeply into the walls. And taped to the door was a card with her name on it in very, very familiar writing. Kyle’s message was a simple “what the fuk?” Brittany didn’t know what to tell him. Her stalker was still in town, and he was apparently super, super pissed.

With a quick application of her “Dirty Talk” red lipstick, and a deep breath to steady herself, Brittany stepped out of the bedroom to find Gus there, his hair still damp from the shower, leaning against the kitchen counter. His eyes found her almost immediately, raking her from head to toe in a way she felt in her blood.

“So I’m not allowed to touch you, but you’re going to dress like that?”

Brittany stuck up her nose. “Like what?”

“Like every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life.”

She ignored his comment, handing him her phone.

“There’s been a development.”

He studied the picture as Brittany grabbed her small backpack and strapped it on. When she looked back at him, Gus had a frown on his face and was texting on his phone.

“Curtis is going to meet your roommate to check this out and deal with hotel security.”

Brittany nodded, feeling numb, and Gus stopped to grab her shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Hey,” he said, his voice soft and kind. “You’re safe. Curtis will handle this. The asshole’s mad because he hasn’t gotten to you yet, and we’re going to make sure he doesn’t. Don’t let him ruin your day.”

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