Bond (Klein Brothers 1)

And with that, he turned and left, giving me one last long look over his shoulder before he shut the door behind him, leaving me gaping at it for a while afterward. That’s when I looked down and saw that I might have covered my boobs, but I definitely hadn’t covered my cookie. Holy shit, I was such a stupid loser.

Hearing a snort from the floor, I glared at Hooch as I pulled on some underwear. “Don’t you judge me. That was an accident.” His eyes raised, but the rest of his head didn’t even move an inch. “You’re doing it again. I said it was an accident.”

When he just snorted, I snapped, “If you don’t just let me live my life, I won’t share any of the cake debris with you again.” That got a reaction. Unfortunately, it came with an odor.

Shoving my legs into my sleep shorts and yanking an old t-shirt over my head, I sighed and shuffled toward the door, praying valiantly that Bond was nowhere to be seen. “Fine, let’s go to the garden so you can shit yourself back to happy again.”

It was as I was checking the dehydrating machines, making sure the fruit inside them was doing their thing correctly, that I felt a presence behind me. I hadn’t heard Hooch’s nails on the floor like I usually did when he came in, so I immediately went to turn, assuming it was Nemi needing me.

A tall, hard body pressing against my back stopped me before I could do it, though.

“What happened was an accident,” Bond murmured as he put his hands on top of mine on the countertop. “But I’ll be damned if I regret it or can unsee it. Every time I fucking blink—” his fingers tightened around mine as he broke off.

I didn’t know what to say back, but in the next second, I was being picked up and whirled around to face him, and a slight squeal burst out of me with the suddenness of it.

Not giving me a chance to snap at him or even melt because he hadn’t broken a sweat making the move, he hissed, “I have to know.”

“Know what?” I breathed, using the closeness to take in details I’d only seen from a distance.

Each of the Klein brothers had different colored eyes that set them apart from each other. I’d obviously never studied any of them up close before, and now that I could with Bond, I marveled at how beautiful his were. Blue irises with flashes of gold in the striations surrounded by a denim blue ring stared back at me. They were beautiful and unique, a bit like him.

I was so caught up in the details that I frowned when he answered my previous question, forgetting I’d even asked one.

“This.” He was kissing me before I even knew it was happening.

One second I was staring at his eyes, the next, his soft lips were firmly pressed against my own. It was such a surprise that my hands lifted and did a ridiculous flap around in the air while I tried to decide where to put them, eventually settling on his back, either side of his spine. They soon moved as his mouth opened and his tongue flicked into my own. He didn’t just kiss me, he consumed me as he gently swept it against my own, then teasingly flicked it.

His hand had made its way into my hair, and he had a fistful of the wet locks that he used to angle my head to help him deepen the kiss further. The hand not doing that was also doing its own mastering of my body as he breezed the pads on his fingers up my thigh until he met the hem of my sleep shorts.

That’s when he broke the kiss, but he only did it by withdrawing his tongue, not by severing the contact between our lips. “Like silk.”

“It’s the moisturizer,” I admitted, not even getting a chance to smack myself for how lame a response it was, because his mouth was back on mine, and we were kissing again as soon as I’d finished saying it.

His hand released my hair at the same time that the other one continued its journey up my thigh, but it didn’t tunnel under the material of my shorts as I’d expected it to. Instead, he used both to cup my ass cheeks and pull me closer so that my crotch was pressed tightly against his.

I wonder if he could feel how wet I was through the thin cotton, like I could feel how hard he was through the material of his dark gray sweatpants? Ordinarily, something like that would be embarrassing for me, but not on this occasion.

Wanting more, I sucked gently on his tongue and dug my nails into his back, pulling him even closer to me so that we were tightly pressed from crotch to chest against each other. I’d never been as brazen or bold as this with anyone in my life before, but I just didn’t have it in me to care right now how it might make me look.