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We walk out back to a detached two-car garage, its white bay doors old-fashioned, made of wood rather than metal.
He has to open the door manually.
When he’s inched the door open a crack, I call out. “Stop! Wait.”
Whatever he wants to show me, I’m not prepared to see.
I have to dispel this cloud between us first.
“Can we talk about what Ryan said?”
“What about it?” He looks at me coldly.
My knees turn to jelly. I almost lose my nerve. Still, I need to clear the air.
“You know exactly what, Lucian,” I say carefully, choosing my next words. "Our roommate’s last name.”
“Later.” His word is final. He looks away from me, turning his attention back to the garage door.
I watch his muscles shift beneath his shirt. Each move he makes is graceful yet powerful. I find him mesmerizing to watch.
I enter the garage, expecting to see cars, tools, maybe a motorcycle. What he reveals makes my pulse race and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My nipples tighten against my bra.
This room is beyond anything I could have ever imagined, even in my wildest dreams.
All thoughts fade from my mind. I focus on this moment, taking it all in.
“Won’t they mind we’re in here?”
“We’re brothers. We share everything.”
I watch him cautiously as he moves closer.
He surrounds me, enveloping me with the scent of smoke and cedar and the warmth of his masculine energy.
My hands move to his shoulders, needing something to hold onto to stay anchored. “Lucian.”
“Erin, sweet Erin.” He slips his hands between my legs. His fingertips press against my entrance over fabric, the pad of his thumb finding my clit through my clothes.
He applies steady pressure, my eyes squeeze shut, and my world goes to bright white stars, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as I rise on tiptoe for more.
“I should clarify,” he says.
“Hmm?”
“We brothers share everything but this,”he grips me, tightening his hand around me, hard, and I gasp. “This belongs to me.”
“Oh,” I manage to moan.
“I want to possess every inch of this beautiful body.”
What is he doing?
My head feels light, and my eyes stay closed.
My only option is to hold onto his shoulders tighter as he explores. His hands are now creeping under my dress, brushing over my bare thigh. He cups my ass. One cheek in each hand. Then he pushes his fingers past the cleft and squeezes.
The feeling has me rising higher on my toes, but he’s still exploring, and I hold my breath as he slips those strong hands under the waistband of my panties, now clutching my bare ass, the sensation doubling.
