Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

On the poster.

That's not him, not really.

It's an image of a bad boy rock star.

My cheeks are burning. I try to play cool. "Only eight ninety-nine. That's a bargain."

"Check the reviews."

I look up to Kit, real Kit, but that doesn't help. This poster is grade A spank bank material. Even so, it doesn't compare to the reality of his intense eyes and his dark hair and his chiseled jaw.

I read aloud from a review. "I have this poster on the wall of my dorm room. It motivates me to study. Whenever I think about slacking off, I look over at Kit Lockhart and he shoots me that stern yet sexy you better finish up so you can strip for me look. He's beautiful, but that isn't what I love most about him. It's how he's looking out for me. I love you, Kit. I love Dangerous Noise. And I do strip for you every night." My fingers brush Kit's as I hand the phone back. "Quite the compliment."

He's blushing.

God, he's sexy blushing.

"That girl probably masturbates to your picture every night." Not that I can talk. "How does that feel?"

"She's in a dorm room."

"And?"

"She has a roommate."

"Even so."

His eyes meet mine. "Doesn't feel like anything. She—"

"Her username was DangerousGirl69."

He chuckles.

"She wants to sixty-nine you."

"Who doesn't?" He motions to

Mal, now moving towards us, and stands. "You ever see Mal's poster?"

"No."

Kit grabs his cell, navigates to the product page featuring Dangerous Noise Poster: Singer Malcolm Strong. Mal's poster is even sexier than Kit's. Or it would be if he wasn't my brother.

He's lying in bed, shirtless, his jeans unzipped, leaning against the headboard with this look in his eyes that says I'm testing out the headboard to see if it's strong enough I can tie you to it.

Mal moves within earshot. He cocks a brow and looks to us for explanation.

"Kit was showing me the poster," I say. "His. Then yours."

Mal chuckles.

"How did you talk everyone else into that?" I ask.

Mal chuckles. "Everyone volunteered. Even Kit." He looks at the phone. "You think that's something, check out Joel's poster."

"Maybe later." I'm sure Joel's poster is less disturbing than Mal's, but it's still not something I want to see at the moment

Mal simply nods and leads us to our table.