Page 82 of Only Between Us

“Your dog is terrifying, by the way.” April blows on the bristlesof her brush before dipping into the brown powder. Pete is curled up just feet away, bored with the mayhem after living it all day.

“He’s a massive softie. Nothing to be scared of.”

April finally rises to her feet. Her gaze snags on my tattoos and she pokes at one near my wrist. “What does this one mean?”

Across the room, Siena catapults off the counter.

There you are.

“You should see the one on his ass,” she says loudly, giving April a look that would make me crawl under a chair for safety. “He had me bite it once and got the imprint of my teeth tatted on.”

April and Maggie exchange startled looks. Siena hops onto her toes, kisses my cheek before brushing my ear with her lips. “You kidding me with the touching, Attwood?”

I palm her hip and tug her closer. “You jealous, Pippen?”

She pulls back to look at me. Siena is always stunning, knocks me flat on my ass with her bright eyes, silky hair, and the adorable sun freckles over her nose. This close up, though? She’s a revelation.

Our only kisses have been for show, and it kills me.

I want to taste her for real, alone in this home with the afternoon sun streaming in, warming the air. With no one watching this time, so that I can feel more of her. Touch her everywhere. Feel her touch everywhere.

Siena’s fingers toy with the hair at the back of my head. I hear a sigh somewhere around us. Probably the hair stylist, who’d been meticulously arranging me for the past ten minutes.

Siena’s gaze flickers to my mouth. “New rule: no one gets to touch you.”

“Except you?”

She pulls her hand from my hair. “That would be against the other rule. Which means the only person touching you until further notice is you.”

“And who gets to touch you?”

My fingers curl into the terry cloth over her luscious ass. Just that one, tiny feel of her is enough to make my dick twitch.

She wets her lips, staring at mine, body tense. That beautiful head of hers is an impenetrable fortress most of the time, making it near impossible to figure out where she and I stand. Whether things have veered away fromfakefor her. Whether she’d opened up on that cliffside because she’s interested in more, or if she’d been confessing her heartache to a friend.

Whether I’m worth her time. Long-term, far past the end date we agreed on.

But she wears her desire for me plainly on her face, her body, in the jealous bite of her words.

“I hate to interrupt a moment, but are we ready to go?”

Annie, the fuchsia-haired creative director, steers me into place at the end of the couch against the dark leather armrest. April helps Siena shed her robe, all animosity apparently forgotten.

Oh, fuck.

As if the situation wasn’t delicate enough, Siena is wearing a royal-purple jersey, oversized so that it hits the midpoint of her bare thighs.

Not just any jersey, either. It’s my old Rebels jersey.

Goddamn. I could jerk myself raw, over and over, and my cock would still strain against these jeans at the sight of her like this.

Annie positions Siena so that she leans into my side, legs curled underneath her, and goes to check in with our photographer.

“I’m gonna need you to come a little closer, Pip.” I shift her so that she’s leaning farther into me, giving me some coverage. “My dick is hard as a fucking rock for you right now. And I don’t think Josh pictured that kind of photo shoot when they booked this spread.”

I haven’t been touched in a year and a half, and I’m suffering. My cock, already aching from her proximity, is begging for the woman beside me. Her hand, her mouth. What’ll surely be the prettiest pussy I’ll ever lay eyes on.

Siena tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Full disclosure: theyactually brought generic jerseys for me to wear, but I was snooping around your room and found this in the closet.” She takes me in. “Why didn’t I get this reaction the last time I wore your jersey?”

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