Hungry For More

This is the moment when I should be polite and act like I’ve got some sense of decorum. We can pretend that the incident in the living room never happened and I can find a quiet place to jerk off tonight thinking about it. This is my opportunity to be a gentleman.

Too bad for Sage I’m no such thing.

I grab her hand and pull her against me as her eyes widen. My hand slips around her lower back and I press her body to mine as I lean down closer to her.

“I’m Jensen, but you already knew that, didn’t you, bombshell?” I lick my lips and taste the warm cookie still on them, leaning in closer to her. “You can pretend that it never happened, but I’ll be dead and gone before the memory of you leaves my mind.”

I trace the edge of her jaw with my knuckle and the sound of her breath catching in her throat makes me cocky. There’s no way she’s forgetting that either. This is Brian’s sister and there are lines between friends that should never be crossed, but right now none of that matters. Not while I feel the softness between her legs against my dick. I’ve made up my mind to fuck her against the wall just when I hear the sound of keys in the front door.

“This isn’t over,” I vow, looking into her hazel eyes right before I release her and take a step back.

The front door opens and in bursts a smiling Brian.

“Oh man, I’ve been dreaming of these all day,” he says, walking past me and straight to the cookies. I keep my eyes locked on Sage as he rambles on about introductions and getting ready for dinner. “Do you want to grab your stuff and I’ll show you the guest room?”

I nod as he walks down the hallway, and I grab my bag from the living room where I dropped it. When I walk by Sage, I wink at her and I’m rewarded with another blush as she bites her lip.

This woman is going to be the one to break me. I can feel it.

Chapter Three

Sage

I fidget all the way to the restaurant in the back of the town car with Jensen right next to me. His big body has no choice but to press against me. Though I’m pretty sure he’s doing it on purpose. I still can’t believe what happened and how I did what he’d told me to. I let my robe open for him, and the worst part is, I don’t know how far I would have let it go. It feels like that moment was a dream.

Brian is sitting in the front with our driver, Sam. He doesn’t seem to notice that something is going on. Normally when I sneeze everyone is on me asking if I’m okay. But this happens and nothing. The world has been tilted and it doesn’t ding on his overbearing-brother radar. He keeps picking up his phone and doing his own fidgeting. He’s rambling on about random things in the front seat and I have no idea what he’s saying.

Jensen stares boldly at me. I glance towards my brother to signal him to stop, but he doesn’t. My brother is totally oblivious as Jensen leans over. Brian’s cell rings and he puts it to his ear. I gasp as Jensen’s nose brushes against my neck. I feel him take a deep breath like he’s trying to smell me.

I stare straight ahead and pretend nothing is happening. My brother is talking on his phone, but he could turn around any second and for some reason the thrill of that makes my whole body tingle. I’d only gotten myself under control and now I’m heating up as his breath tickles my skin.

“You smell like cookies.” The sound of him licking his lips is almost obscene. “Let me taste that pussy and see if it’s you or the batter.”

My mouth falls open at his filthy words. He just says whatever nasty thing he wants and my traitorous body is responding to it. I try to fight it because he’s so crude, but any sort of protest won’t be wholehearted.

“You’re disgusting.” I turn my head to look out the window so he can’t see the lie on my face.

I watch the buildings pass, trying to play it cool and look unfazed by what he’s doing to me. I close my eyes when his tongue slides across my neck and I feel his teeth graze against me. I have to fight to keep myself from shivering. I’m in a car with my brother in the front seat. I’ve got to get it together.

“Liar.” There’s a laugh in his voice and he’s irritatingly cocky as he leans back.

It’s a fight to keep my breathing under control as the cool air breezes across the place he just kissed. When I summon the courage to look at him, I narrow my eyes at the arrogant look on his face. How could my brother be friends with him? Meanwhile my panties are damp and a dull throb between my legs is making it hard to sit still.