Page 25 of The Boys Next Door

“Shut up,” Diana mumbled automatically, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. Brendan hadn’t stopped massaging her back. He was really taking his time, and he was much too good at it. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she was. At least Ian was back to being Ian, instead of confusing her with hangover cures and breakfast. She could deal with bickering back and forth like little kids — just barely. “I’m trying to take a derivative.”

“I hear that’s illegal in most states.”

Diana bit her lip to keep from laughing. Ian looked pleased. He scooped up a handful of papers from her desk and held them out the open window.

“Hate for you to get in trouble. How about I take care of these for you?”

“Only if you want your balls wrapped around your neck,” she snapped, too annoyed now to be nervous.

Brendan chuckled softly behind her. He was still rubbing her shoulders, his fingers slipping under the collar of her shirt now and then to tease her bare skin. She sucked in her breath.

“That’s more like it.” Grinning, Ian tossed the papers back on her desk and loped around the room. His gaze swept the stacks of LPs next to her record player. “Poser.”

“I like records.” Her stomach lurched as Brendan’s hands moved up her neck to tangle in her hair.

“You’re living in the past.” Ian had already moved on to her dresser. He picked up the framed photos of Diana with her friends and inspected them. “Do you see these people? Or do you all sit alone in your bedrooms and study all night?”

“Ian, stop touching my stuff.” He’d done this when they were little kids too, Diana remembered with growing irritation. He’d gone through her things when the twins came over, teasing her about them, until she’d informed him that he wasn’t allowed in her room anymore and driven the message home with a bucket of water balanced on her door.

Instead, he hooked one finger around a hot pink thong lying on her armchair and held it in the air. “Cute.”

She tried to get up, but Brendan’s hands were firm and soothing on her shoulders. Not holding her down — she knew if she really tried, she could stand up — but God, his touch felt good. She just wouldn’t let Ian see that he was getting to her. He tossed the panties back on the chair.

“Now where’s that dildo?”

“I’ll never tell you.”

Her face was scarlet now. As she tensed, Brendan’s palms moved down her back, then up again, loosening the kinks in her muscles, making her breasts tingle, her stomach knot with excitement.

God — yes, her thighs clenched when he brushed her hair off her neck and rubbed his thumb intimately over her exposed skin. Seeing Ian strolling around her room, examining and fondling everything she owned, all sleek muscles and smug masculine confidence, wasn’t helping.

Before she could stop herself, she sighed and leaned back into Brendan’s hands.

“That’s it,” he said gently. “Relax. Take a break.”

“I need to study,” she whispered.

“You will.”

“You have a lot to learn, baby.” Ian was rooting through her drawers now. “And it doesn’t all come out of a book.”

“Get out of there,” she hissed. But he’d already opened her underwear drawer, pawing through the tiny colored panties, the generous lacy bras, the garter belt that she’d bought out of curiosity and worn as the world’s best-kept secret under her knee-length dresses.

“Goddamn, you have a lot of sexy underwear for such a shy little girl. Found it!” He held up the purple dildo, which looked obscene in his hand, and grinned evilly at her. “Why don’t you give us a show?”

“No way.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. Brendan’s hands sent shivers down her spine, and it was all she could do to keep from thrusting her breasts toward his palms and begging him to release them from her tight bra. Ian’s hazel eyes, rakingher body, sent waves of hot and cold over her from top to bottom.

“Why?” Ian crossed to her, planted his palms on her desk, and leaned over, right in her face. “Are you scared, baby? Scared you’ll like it too much? That the good girl will turn into a hot little slut who just needs to come in front of us?”

Oh my God. She was starting to squirm in her wooden chair, rubbing her swollen pussy against the hard seat. Hearing Ian call her a slut was totally different than the taunts from all those years ago. She did like it. She liked it a lot. And yes, that scared her.

“We’ll help you,” Brendan murmured. A moan escaped Diana’s mouth as he kissed her neck and sucked lightly on her flushed skin. As he sucked harder, his fingers deftly worked the top button at the back of her dress through its buttonhole. Another button, and another…

Lust was taking over her body. She wanted to let her eyes slide closed, but she made herself keep them open.

“No,” she said.

“No?”

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