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“Brody,” I shriek. “I wanna come!”

“Just give me a few more seconds.”

“Gosh... I can’t hold it back.”

“I know, baby. Just want to make more juices for you to fill my mouth with.”

That’s it. I come undone. A sharp cry leaves my throat right before I remember I may wake my sister up. I hold it back and instead, moan and sigh as the pleasure rolls through me.

Brody’s not so conservative about his grunts and groans as he feasts on my pulsing pussy. “Good girl.” He licks me from clit to pussy hole. “Making so much honey for me.”

I shiver as his words roll around in my head. Hard to believe it’s the same voice that pisses me off to the ends of the earth. But now it brings me such pleasure I want to stay here forever.

A knock at the door freezes us both.

“Did you hear that?” Brody asks.

“Yes.”

It comes again.

“Fuck.” He’s on his feet in an instant, drawing up my underwear and pants.

I attempt to help him and find his cock red, angry, and throbbing. “Sorry.”

He scoffs and stuffs himself in his briefs.

The knock sounds again. More impatient this time.

“Brody!” It’s Nick’s voice.

“Shit.” I pull Brody’s face close and grab a paper towel to wipe off his mouth.

“Too bad I’ll miss that tang on my tongue.” He does the same for me.

A blush climbs my face. “Go, go.” I push him toward the door.

As he leaves, I run my fingers through my hair, and then I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. The water does nothing to wash away Brody’s taste. His lips, his cock, his skin.

Moments later, Nick and Zane walk in with Brody following behind. They don’t look like they suspect a thing—thank goodness. I’m still fighting tremors from the orgasm I just received.

The guys are not smiling. Their serious looks pull me out of my head.

“What is it?” My heart pounds.

They share a look. “We found who was sending the threats,” Nick says.

My blood runs cold, and all thoughts of fucking Brody fly out of my head.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Brody

We’re quiet for a few seconds after Nick and Zane reveal the reason for their impromptu visit. I don’t know if Ivy feels it too, but it’s a struggle to focus my attention on anything else but what we were about to do.

I call myself to order. This is why she is here after all. Not to satisfy my thirst for her body or to come apart when I stroke into her. No. She’s here for her and her sister’s safety.

And I need to start acting the part of the one tasked to keep them safe.

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