Page 23 of My Brother's Roommate (Frisky Business 2)
Well, good morning to you too.
I hum my approval, rocking myself desperately against his palm, but he keeps the heel of his hand pressed firm against me, his fingers barely brushing against the tender flesh between my legs. He teases me with soft, lazy strokes, my body tensing and flinching against each one.
Fuck. He’s going to take his time with me.
A shudder rolls through me as he drags one finger through my wetness, then begins tracing maddeningly slow circles against my most sensitive spot.
I let out a desperate moan. Going slow with him is one thing, but with me? That’s much, much harder. This man is going to test my patience to its limits. My hips twitch beneath his touch, but he keeps his infuriating pace until I can’t hold back anymore.
“Wolfie, please.” His name pours from my lips on a low, breathy sigh.
I can’t take any more of his slow torture. My hips buck, chasing the release I so desperately need. He finally gives in to me, his expert fingers quickening until my wavering breaths shift to quick, urgent gasps.
“God, yes,” I cry out on a harsh whisper. “Wolfie, I’m so close.”
“Mmm,” he hums, nipping gently at my ear. “Come then, sweetheart. Come for me.”
No sooner do the words leave his lips than every muscle within me is contracting, pushing me toward a long, drawn-out release that pulses through me in white-hot waves. It goes on and on until I’m dizzy and panting.
Good fucking Lord, that was worth the wait.
“Holy hell.” I pant, trying desperately to steady my breath.
He chuckles, sweeping my hair away from my face with the side of his hand. “Not a bad way to wake up,” he says with a smirk.
I toss back the blanket, suddenly not feeling so cold anymore, and am met with a gorgeous sight—a stiff erection tenting Wolfie’s boxers. Now it’s my turn to smile.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I cautiously slip a thumb beneath his elastic waistband, my eyes searching his for approval. “May I?”
He swallows, then nods, letting me help him out of his boxers again. I pick up where I left off last night, right before he stopped me. This time, instead of pulling my hand away, he grunts with pleasure as my hand works up and down his shaft in firm strokes.
A deep sound rumbles in his wide chest. “Fuck. That’s good.”
After everything he shared with me last night, it feels like such a treat to touch him. A privilege, even. But just as I begin to hit my stride, I’m interrupted again—not by Wolfie, but by a knock at the door.
“Fucking shit.” He grunts, fumbling for the blanket and pulling it up and over our nakedness. His eyes widen, blinking with horror at the door. “Who the fuck?”
Frantic, we scramble to get dressed, careful to avoid any sight lines into the living room from outside the window. Wolfie is clothed and on his feet first, snatching up the blankets and pillows from the floor and tossing them into a closet.
When he heads for the door, I’m only a few steps behind him. He tugs it open, and we’re greeted with a rush of cold air and a very confused, very bundled-up Connor.
Talk about an unwelcome guest.
“Um, good morning?” My brother’s eyebrows furrow beneath his winter hat, his gaze bouncing between Wolfie and me. “Penelope, what are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?” I snap, folding my arms over my chest. How ironic, the unexpected visitor gets an unexpected visitor. Except at least when I showed up, I didn’t interrupt anyone’s sexy time.
“I figured Wolfie was snowed in,” he says, lifting the snow shovel in his grip.
Shit. That makes a lot more sense than my reason.
Connor blinks at me expectantly, waiting for my excuse. I fumble over my words, the nervous energy bubbling higher and higher into my throat. What am I supposed to say?
Nothing to worry about here, Connor. I just followed your roommate across state lines for an unexpected evening of oral sex. It’s fine, everything’s fine!
Before I can say anything I’ll absolutely regret, Wolfie intervenes, his voice cool and measured.
“I needed an extra set of hands,” he says, one shoulder barely lifting in the slightest shrug. “Made good on the favor she owed me after I went to that work retreat with her.”
Relief floods through my system. Thank God Wolfie is a better liar than I am.
Connor nods, seemingly buying into this reasoning. “Cool. Well, unless three’s a crowd, I figured I could help out too.”
“Thanks. We could use it,” Wolfie grunts out. “I’ll get my boots.”
Panic attack averted, I exhale a shaky breath as Wolfie stalks across the room. Connor says something about locating more snow shovels in the shed and heads back outside.
That was a seriously close call.
I wouldn’t have a problem with Connor knowing that I hooked up with Wolfie, but I’m guessing Wolfie might. He’s so private, and I’m not sure he wants my brother knowing about this. It could cause a rift in their friendship, and possibly their working relationship. Who knows? It’s thin ice, that’s for sure. Connor would probably feel blindsided.
