“Not a damn thing from what I can tell.” I laugh hard, dropping my forehead to his shoulder. I think I’m in some sort of post-orgasm trance. I can’t seem to think straight around this stranger. It doesn’t help that he still has me pressed against the wall. And that my legs are still wrapped around him and he is most definitely still hard. I thought for a moment he’d come too. It was stupid of me to think that. Men don't get off from that alone. Do they?
“Where did you go?” He pulls me back from my thoughts about him coming. My face rushes with heat as if he knows what I was thinking. “Or maybe I want you to stay there.” His thumb brushes my cheek.
“I’m Kimberly, but everyone calls me Kim.”
His body goes stiff. I’m sure he’s starting to put together who I am. He clearly has to know my brother. Max doesn't care for many people being in his space, which tells me that Mr. Handsome must be someone he’s close to.
“Kent.” I lift my brows, actually recognizing that name. I’ve heard Max say it a lot in casual conversation. He steps back, letting my legs drop to put me on my feet.
“I’m sorry,” I say. I’m sure finding out he was kissing his best friends’ sister isn’t the best news. He’s likely freaking out on the inside.
He does the last thing I think he’s going to do. He steps into me, pressing me back against the wall.
“I’m really fucking not.” I can feel the raw masculinity coming off this man. Before now I didn't think something like that was even real. I stand very corrected. He’s not being cocky about it either. It’s just who he is.
“My brother,” I try to remind him. He shrugs. “We can’t tell him.”
I push on Kent’s chest, but he doesn't move. I should be irritated, but all I do is smile. There is something about this man that is messing with me. Hell, I got off with him not even knowing his freaking name.
I freeze when I hear the sound of the elevator. We both know it has to be my brother. Kent presses his mouth against mine hard. It’s a claiming kiss, and we both know it.
“This isn't over. Far from it.”
2
Kent
It takes everything in me to take a couple of steps back from the dark-haired goddess with rose colored lips. They’re even redder now that I had my mouth all over hers. Her tongue darts out, sweeping across her bottom lip. I’m going to have that tongue wrapped around my cock very soon.
“Shit!” Max says when he steps off the elevator. “I fucking forgot you were coming today. Sorry, Kim.” My body goes tight as he grabs my girl, giving her a hug. I remind myself that it’s her brother. Yet somehow that still doesn’t stop the irritation I feel at her being in another man’s arms. Brother or not, it’s strange seeing Max be affectionate with a woman.
“You forgot I was staying here?” Kimmy flicks her eyes over to me for a moment. I smirk at her because that’s fucking perfect. The way she didn’t want her brother to find out about us has me thinking that she’s going to try and push me away. Now she is stuck with me. This couldn’t have gone any better if I planned it.
“I remembered you would be staying here. I forgot Kent would be here also.” He glances over at me. “The place is big enough for everyone. Isn’t your renovation on your new place done soon?”
I nod but don’t give a set number of days. It’s supposed to be tomorrow, but things are about to change. I’ll be staying here for as long as it takes me to convince Kimmy that she belongs to me.
“Can you go put a shirt on, man?” He puts his hand over Kimmy’s eyes as she bats at him trying to get free of his hand. I know how protective he is over his little sister. I’ve heard him on the phone with her a few times.
“Knock it off. I've seen bare chests before.” She darts away from her brother. He starts to smile until she keeps running that mouth of hers. “Bare asses too.”
I clench my fists at my side, a rumbling leaving my chest. “Are you hungry or something? Your stomach is loud.”
“Or something.” I draw in a deep breath. “I’ll go get that shirt.” I turn, heading back toward the room I’m staying in. I strip off my sweats, stepping into the shower. I can’t believe I got off dry humping like a teenager under the bleachers at a football game or something. And I’m still fucking hard.
Actually I can. My reaction to her was nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My dad always told me Mom knocked him on his ass, and he had to fight for her. She’d been new in the small town they both lived in back then. My dad, as much as I don’t want to think about it, was a ladies’ man. Mom wanted nothing to do with that shit. He chased her for over a year until one day he all but kidnapped her. Mom rolls her eyes when he tells the story. Then he moved their asses so that Mom wouldn’t have to deal with shit around town.