Canon (Klein Brothers 2)

Were they the kind that looked like little shorts? Did they cover her ass cheeks or leave that bottom curve bit uncovered? Oh, hell, was it a thong?

The thought had a noise coming out of my mouth that I covered with a cough. Smooth, Klein. Real smooth!

Through sheer determination, I didn’t look up and answer the questions that’d just flitted through my brain. It took a lot, but I managed not to.

Well, at least that was the case until she turned around and bent down to pick them up off the floor, putting her ass right in front of me. There was no way in hell I could have stopped my eyes from lifting to it. Again, I was just a man, and that ass had been torturing me all day.

“Shit!” The word fell out of my mouth before I even knew it was coming.

“Sorry, I just can’t do the whole leaving clothes on the ground. It messes with me.”

They were those Brazilian booty shorts, the ones cut just high enough for the bottom of the ass cheeks to be visible. On any woman, they were hot. On Jacinda, it was like pouring gasoline on a spark.

Unaware of what she’d just done to me, she placed her neatly folded pants on the counter then sat back down next to me.

The front of the panties was just as bad as the back. The semi-sheer material of the lace afforded me a look at the top of her mound, but a black panel between the legs covered most of her slit, leaving only a tiny part of the tip peeking out over it.

Just the fact I could see it that clearly led me to believe she was either waxed or she was really trimmed down. I was going with waxed, given what she did for a living and the sort of treatments that were available at Delicious Divas.

Shaking myself out of my stupor, I put some of the hydrogen peroxide onto a cotton ball with a trembling hand.

“Sorry if this stings,” I mumbled as I wiped it across the cuts, focusing on the task at hand and not the snatch at… Head out of the gutter, Klein. You can do this.

“Canon, women have periods that can leave them puking and crying their eyes out every month. Trust me when I say some of that stuff on a couple of- Oh, my giddy shitting bagel. What the hell are you doing?” The last part came out on a shriek, almost making me laugh.

“I’m putting the same stuff you used on me on your cuts. I thought you’d already done this before?”

It wouldn’t surprise me if she hadn’t and had used me as her guinea pig with it. She was merciless like that, and I liked it about her, regardless of the fact I’d potentially been her test subject.

“I have,” she snapped, frantically waving her hand over her ankle. “Blow it, blow it.”

I wished she’d choose her words more wisely. The mental images were crashing into each other as she waved her leg under my face, inadvertently showing me more of her crotch than she likely meant to, was testing the fragile hold I had on my self-control.

Still, being the good guy I was, I caught it before she could kick me in the face and blew across the cuts to help with the stinging burn from the stuff.

Leaning back on her elbows, her leg still in my face, Jacinda let out a sighing groan.

She. Was. Killing. Me.

“That’s so much better. I swear it felt like you’d poured acid onto it.”

Placing her foot on my thigh, I put some of the Betadine on a new cotton ball and then picked it back up again to dab at the cuts.

“I’m sorry Damian’s such a little asshole, baby. I thought I was doing the right thing saving him from the side of the road before he could get squished. I had no idea I was actually opening our lives up to a minion of some sort of demon from the Underworld.”

She snorted. “I would have thought differently of you if you’d left him there to die. He might be an asshole, but no animal deserves that. Maybe it’s just because he’s never been around humans, or maybe he has some sort of PTSD from almost being squashed?”

“Still. I hate that he’s hurt you.”

“This is nothing.” She waved at her ankle as I put some Neosporin on it. “His worst crime to date is killing Mike.”

I froze. “Who’s Mike?”

“Magic Mike. Shit, that stuff feels good. Is there an anesthetic in Neosporin?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” I mumbled distractedly. “Who’s Magic Mike?”

I’d heard of the movie, but was it possible to kill it? Unless she’d had the DVD and he’d chewed or scratched it up?

“The best vibrator in the history of vibrators,” she sighed. “My life will never be the same without him.”