Page 26 of Room for Three

Big fucking mistake.

The girl is wearing nothing but two towels. One in her hair and one tightly wrapped around her body. How can a towel seem so small? I gape at her, unable to look away.

She pulls the towel out of her hair and her wet tresses fall down over her shoulder. With a devilish smirk, she tugs at the other towel. I force my gaze back to my computer screen just in time.

“Savannah,” I growl, a mixture of pissed off and turned on. “What the fuck?”

A chuckle rumbles out of her. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You almost flashed me.”

“You would’ve enjoyed it.”

My cheeks burn hot because, yeah, I would have. That’s the problem.

“You can’t do that shit,” I state, irritation in my tone. “I told you that yesterday.”

She huffs as she moves around the room. It’s difficult not to peek at her. “Just because you tell me something doesn’t mean I have to listen. You’re not my dad, Travis.”

Before I can stop myself, I dart my gaze over to her. She’s now wearing a pair of jeans and a black bra.

A fucking bra.

And my stupid ass can’t look away from the swell of her tits and cleavage that’s so damn dangerously tempting.

She’s right. I’m not her dad.

I’m a hot-blooded male who likes what he sees.

Just like Owen Monahan?

A cold chill works its way down my spine. I’m not like that man. I’m not. Why is it so hard to control myself around her? I drag my head around to stare absently at the computer screen so I can’t see her perfect, young breasts.

“Cole kissed me last night. With tongue.”

This gets my attention, killing all ability to stay in control. “Hewhat?”

When our eyes meet this time, mine are filled with fury. Hers have an antagonistic glint in them.

“We made out,” she says as though her words aren’t piercing my chest and making it hard to breathe. “He grabbed my ass, and I rubbed his cock—”

“Stop,” I snap. “Just fucking stop.”

I’m no longer sitting in my chair but standing in front of it, burning with rage, and something far more sinister. Jealousy. Envy. Desire.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs as she approaches slowly. “He broke my heart after.”

My anger deflates when I notice the hurt shining in her eyes. Out of instinct, I step closer, needing to comfort her. It takes everything in me not to grip her face and kiss the fuck out of her to get a taste of what Cole has clearly sampled.

“You’re not like Owen. Neither is Cole. You guys are good guys,” she says firmly and steps backward. “You don’t want to touch, fine. But it won’t hurt to look, right?”

I’m stunned speechless when she unhooks her bra. Her delicious tits bounce out as the bra falls to the floor. The nipples I’d only been teased with through her T-shirts this week are on display, hard and fucking beautiful.

“Sit down, Travis.” She unbuttons her jeans, and I make a choked sound. “I need relief and since neither of you want to give it to me, I’ll have to take matters in my own hands.”

Holy fuck.

I stagger until I collapse into my chair, unable to speak or do anything but stare. She picks up a hairbrush and takes her time brushing out all the tangles. It’s maddening. I want her to shove her jeans down over her hips. Unbuttoning them and then doing nothing more was just cruel.

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