Dylan (Inked Brotherhood 4)

Tessa’s laughing, too. She turns to look at me, and her blue eyes are bright, her cheeks dimpled. Her gaze glides down my bare chest and lingers. Her eyes darken, and she sucks in a sharp breath.

My body immediately responds, tightening, my dick hardening, and dammit, I’m standing inside the kitchen with my little brothers. Fuck.

I drag the only other free chair and sit, clasping my hands over my crotch, hiding my hard-on. “Hey, Tess.” I swallow. “I see you guys are getting along fine.”

“Hey, yourself.” She bites her lip, which distracts me so much I miss what she says next, as I imagine myself tugging on that softness with my teeth, teasing her, then kissing her… “Dylan.”

“Sorry, what?”

Miles snickers. His is mouth is stuffed with pancake, and jam is dribbling down his chin.

“I said, would you like some coffee?” Tessa says, smirking, and I’m back to staring at her small, pretty face, her neck, the curve of her breasts…

“Yeah.” I tug my lip ring into my mouth, release it again. My dick is like a monolith inside my pants. Since she likes archaeology, maybe I could ask her to dig it out… Dammit.

She turns to grab a mug, which only means I’m now openly staring at her heart-shaped ass and long legs, my jaw slack. What if I’m drooling? I sweep my hand over my chin to check.

Miles is snickering like a demented banshee, and I glare at him. That doesn’t stop him, of course.

I don’t want him to stop. Damn. When was the last time I heard him laugh?

“No milk, right?”

“No. No milk, no sugar.” I lick my lips. “I didn’t think you’d still be here when I woke up.”

“Of course I’m here.” She glances at me over her shoulder. “Told you I left my castle.”

“You did. That’s true.”

She turns and places a mug of steaming coffee in front of me. I put my hand over hers, around the warm mug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” She flashes me a quick smile and steps away. She’s gone quiet again.

“What are you thinking?”

“Thinking of you.” She winks at me over her shoulder.

Warmth spreads in my chest. “Seriously?”

“Oh yuck. That’s so disgustingly romantic.” Miles makes a face and grabs Teo’s hand. “Come on, Teo. You’re too young for this.”

I blink, then lift my hands when Tessa mouths, “What happened?” to me.

My brothers wander off to the living room to watch cartoons, and it’s just the two of us left in the kitchen.

Tessa leans back against the counter. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, stretching her sweater, and she runs a hand through her long, tousled hair. She bites her lip lightly—small, white teeth sinking into soft flesh.

My hard-on returns full-force, and I groan, folding my arms on the table and dropping my head on them.

“Dyl?” She steps over and pokes me on the arm with a fingertip. “You okay?”

“Yeah… I might need some help with this, though,” I say and turn, spreading my legs, letting her see how hard I am. My erection is tenting the pajama pants to a breaking point.

Her breath catches, and she turns her gaze away, but I grip her arm and pull her to me. “Come with me.”

She glances again at my trapped cock and lowers her gaze.

I get up and pull her behind me. “Come on.” As we cross the living room, I tell Miles, “Tessa and I have to talk. Keep an eye on Teo, yeah?”