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My breathing was ragged and uneven as I pulled myself up on my elbows to see him, feeling both embarrassed and curious.

With his hands on my thighs, spreading me open, Johnny dipped his head and trailed his lips up the inside of my thigh before shifting his attention to my other thigh. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, lips brushing against my most intimate of areas.

I felt his tongue swipe out, touching me, tasting me, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He did it again, and then again and again, until I was a panting, breathless mess, bucking wildly against his face.

“Oh my god—” Writhing on the bed, I reached for his head, digging my nails into his scalp as he continued to torment me with his lips and tongue and fingers. “Johnny, I’m going to—”

“Shh, Shan,” he coaxed, dragging my hips to the edge of the bed and placing my legs over his shoulders. “I’m just getting started.” And then his mouth was back, tongue teasing me, fingers plunging in and out, causing my back to arch off the bed.

“Oh shit—” Biting down hard on my fist, I pulled on his hair, too delirious with sensations to control myself. “I can’t…” My body shook violently as tremors of illicit pleasure shot through me. “Oh god, I need—”

Bang, bang, bang…

“Shannon?” Darren’s voice filled my ears and I wanted tocry. “What are you doing in there?”

“Oh fuck!” Johnny’s head popped up from between my legs, wide-eyed and flushed. “Your brother.”

No…

“Don’t stop,” I begged, tugging on his hair. “Johnny, please—”

“Shannon, if you don’t answer me, I’m coming in,” Darren called out.

“Don’t come in!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as Johnny lunged for the door and turned the lock. “I’m getting dressed.”

Scrambling for my pajama bottoms under my pillow, I quickly dragged them on, eyes locked on Johnny who was digging through the pile of discarded clothes for his own. He tossed my shirt at me to put back on before grabbing his own.

“He’s in there, isn’t he?” my brother demanded from the other side of the door as I clumsily buttoned my blouse. “That’s his car parked up the street.”

“Shite,” Johnny mouthed as he slipped his shirt on. Leaving it unbuttoned, he pulled his jumper on, only to pull it back off when he realized it was my jumper. “I knew I should have moved the car.”

“Open the door, Shannon,” Darren demanded, banging loudly. “Right now.”

“Fuck off,” Johnny mouthed, giving my bedroom door the middle finger. “Asshole.”

Stifling a giggle, I darted off the bed and pushed open my bedroom window. “You can climb out here.”

“I can’t jump down,” Johnny hissed, gesturing to his crotch. “My dick.”

Now I did laugh—loudly.

Johnny narrowed his eyes. “It’s not funny, Shan. I only just got it backworking.”

“He’ll kill you if you go out the door,” I mouthed back at him.

Johnny rolled his eyes. “I’m shaking.” Smirking, he added, “You really do shake all over just before you—”

“Open the damn door, Shannon,” Darren roared.

“I’m getting dressed, Darren!” I screamed back at him. “God!” Turning back to Johnny, I mouthed, “What do I do?”

“Open the door,” he replied.

I shook my head. “No way.”

He nodded. “Yes, way.”

“Johnny.”

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