Page 14 of The Boys Next Door

She rubbed her throbbing forehead, squinting. “Last night—“

“Happened. I took your virginity in the treehouse after you begged me to do it. And my brother fucked you right afterwards.”

“I didn’t beg,” she mumbled.

Ian leaned in, but to her surprise, he didn’t touch her. His breath tickled her ear.

“Please, Ian,” he whispered teasingly. “Fuck me, Ian. Not so shy anymore, are you?”

Her cheeks went hot. Her everything went hot. Her crotch throbbed unmistakably. “We were all kind of drunk last night.”

“Mm-hm.” More heat from his naked body, so close to hers, drove her temperature even higher. Unthinking, she kicked back the covers. Hazel eyes traveled over her full creamy breasts, exposed above the sheet that just covered her from the waist down. “And now we're not.”

She should leave right now, Diana thought, but boy, did she have the mother of all headaches, and jumping out of bed to prance naked past Ian’s gaze wasn’t her idea of a graceful goodbye. She took a long drink of water, hoping to clear her head.

“Regrets?”Ian’s face was serious now. His voice was softer than she would have expected. Suddenly, she knew that if she were having this conversation with Brendan, breathing easily on her other side, he'd tell her the night had been amazing, she had been amazing, and that would be that. She felt grateful to Ian, possibly for the first time ever, for wanting an answer.

“You can’t tell anyone,” she murmured.

“Our little secret.” He didn’t crack a smile.

“Then no. No regrets.” Still in shock, she sipped the rest of the water. “Where’s my swimsuit? And my clothes? And — my shoes?”

Now came the smirk. “Hell if I know.”

“Ian…”

“Brendan brought them in last night.”

“And my glasses?”

“Smashed ‘em,” he said smugly.

Diana blinked at him. “Fine. I don’t actually need them. I just like the way they look.”

“Really?”

Not really, but Ian looked so horrified that Diana started to laugh.

He shook his head. “Now this.” Taking the empty water glass from her, he held out the other cup.

Diana eyed the cloudy liquid suspiciously. Steeling herself, she took a big gulp of the unidentified drink and almost choked.

“This is disgusting,” she coughed. “What is this, egg yolk and hot sauce?”

“Drink it all down, baby.”

“I don't believe this really helps a hangover. I think you just threw together something gross so you can laugh at me while I drink it.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at her. Why did he have to be so hot? In the early morning light, she was all too aware that they were both naked, that Ian had kicked the top sheet off his long body, and that she could really see all of him for the first time. His gaze on her breasts sent a flush to her cheeks, but it was a little late to feel shy now.

When he chuckled softly, she realized she was shamelessly checking him out: the bronzed shoulders, the swells of his biceps, the firm pecs with their tiny hard nipples, the dusting of brown hair on his chest that trailed down his rippling abs to — oh, God. She didn’t have the guts to look directly at his cock, but there was no question: it was large, hard, and pointing right at her.

“If Brendan made it, you'd believe him.”

“He doesn't have your track record,” Diana mumbled, deciding whether to finish the drink. One gulp had woken her up, better than any alarm clock. Finally, she made herself reach over Ian to put it on the bedside table. Her breasts brushed against his firm body, sending a shiver through her.

“No.” Ian’s face was blank now. “He doesn’t.”

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