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“Uh… about that.” Owen’s face scrunches up. “When Sean finally showed up, he didn’t have my truck with him.”
I glance at the man still fast asleep across from me. “Is that’s your brother?”
Owen nods.
“And… how did he get here if he didn’t have your truck?” My heart starts beating faster at the prospect of being stuck here even longer.
There is no missing the irritated look Owen shoots the sleeping man. “I have a feeling he left it at the trailhead. As for how he got here, he walked.”
My forehead scrunches up as I try to figure out how… and why…
“Was he… drunk?” I ask, eyeing the sleeping man again. He looks like he could be sleeping off a bender, but there are no alcoholic fumes coming off him.
“No, no. Sean hardly drinks at all. He just hasn’t slept in a couple days,” Owen explains. Only, it explains nothing.
A feeling of relief flows out of me that this gorgeous man isn’t a drunk. Holding the mug up to my face, I let my eyes flick back to Sean.Why can’t I quit looking at him?
Owen offers an apologetic smile. “Nothing short of a bomb is going to wake him anytime soon. But once he’s up, I’ll have him take you back.”
I lean back into the couch with a frustrated sigh. “I appreciate everything, but… I really need to get back soon.”
Owen’s eyes flick back and forth between me and his brother, and his expression turns…thoughtful. “You’ve met him before, you know.”
I snort. “I think I’d remember meeting him.”Oh god, did that sound as pervy as I think it did?
Owen smirks at me across his mug. “Don’t be so sure about that.”
I’m getting the strangest feeling that he’s trying to tell me something without actually telling me, like he’s hinting at an inside joke that I don’t get and it’s frustrating as hell.
Just then, the man in question shifts with a low groan. The last of the quilt slides off him to pool on the floor as he rolls to hisback. I bite down on my bottom lip as I take in the way a pair of worn sweats ride low on his narrow hips. With a deep groan, he stretches out his long frame at the same time he reaches down to scratch at his balls.
My mouth goes dry and my eyes are locked on the sight of those sweatpants being pulled even lower. Enough to give me a brief glimpse of dark hair and the hint of a thick shaft that’s growing thicker as it rises to attention before my eyes.
He lets out a soft moan and guides his hand from his balls to grip himself through the gray material. My stomach flip-flops, and I squeeze my thighs together, biting down harder on my lip to keep from moaning with him.
His hips hitch, and he starts a slow stroke?—
“Sean! We’ve got company!” Owen barks suddenly.
I’m sure my whole face is tomato red when Sean freezes and his eyes snap open. They are a rich chocolate brown andfamiliar,though I can’t place why. His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow, and he slowly turns his head toward me.
Our eyes meet and it’s like being in the center of a tornado. All I feel is calm, while everything around me is swirling chaos. All my embarrassment and nervousness slips away like sand in the wind.
The calm doesn’t last, though, because suddenly he begins to tremble. Those melty chocolate eyes turn frightened and then frantic, as the trembling turns to shaking.
“Sean, don’t—” I hear Owen warn him. But it’s too late.
One second, Sean is draped across the loveseat. The next there is a seven-foot bigfoot in his place.
CHAPTER TWELVE
SEAN
Except for the sound of wood splintering and the rushing blood in my ears, the room is quiet. Then I notice Olivia’s soft breathing followed by Owen swearing.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Slowly, I swing my legs around so I’m sitting upright. My weight crushed the springs, so my knees are now at the same level as my armpits, and my hands are awkwardly resting on my thighs. I keep my gaze on the floor so I can’t see the fear I’m certain is burned into Olivia’s face.
