“Shower?” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded.
He helped me up, leading me to the small bathroom. We stripped the rest of the way, and as we stepped under the hot spray, his hands found my body again, gentler this time, exploring, learning. I leaned into him, letting the water wash away the mess, but not the desire still simmering between us.
This was far from over.
Chapter 12: Scott
Idried Bree off slowly, my hands lingering longer than they should have, but I couldn’t help it. Her body was warm and soft beneath the towel, and the sight of her flushed from our shower, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, had me battling my desire all over again. But we needed to get moving. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I grabbed it, glancing at the screen.
Jake.
Fuck.
I stepped away from Bree and answered. “Yeah?”
“Scott. Hey. Been trying to get hold of Bree. She hasn’t been answering her phone. Everything okay?”
I glanced over my shoulder. Bree was sitting on the edge of the bed, toweling off her hair, oblivious to the way my chest tightened. “Yeah, she’s fine. Her cabin took some damage in the storm last night. She’s staying here until we get it fixed.”
There was a pause on the other end, and then Jake’s tone turned curt. “Look, man, I know you’re helping her, and I appreciate it, but don’t fuck around with my sister. She’s off limits. Got it?”
My jaw tightened. I felt the weight of what we’d done this morning pressing down on me like a goddamn boulder. “I won’t fuck her,” I lied smoothly. The truth was I hadn’t fucked her, but I had already made her come more times than any other man probably ever had.
I could practically feel his glare through the phone. “Good. Don’t make me regret trusting you.”
“You won’t,” I said, voice clipped. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Alright. Thanks, man.”
I hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed. Bree looked up at me, brows raised. “Jake?”
I nodded. “Worried because you weren’t answering your phone. Told him you were here. He warned me you were off limits.”
She frowned. “And what did you say?”
I stepped closer, cupping her face gently, my thumb tracing over her lower lip. “I told him I wouldn’t fuck you.”
Her lips parted, her breath catching. “And are you planning to keep that promise?”
I leaned down, brushing my mouth over hers, voice low and rough. “Sweetheart, I’ve already broken it in every way that matters.”
Chapter 13: Bree
Iam feeling warm and sore in the best way, as last night floods back. The rain continued, so we spent the day, and then the night, wrapped up in bed, exploring.
Scott’s mouth on me. My mouth on him. The shower after. The way he looked at me like I was everything he needed.
I smile to myself, stretching lazily, feeling the ache between my thighs. It’s a reminder that whatever line we nearly crossed last night, it was worth it. So far, Scott had kept his promise to Jake and not gone any further, but it’s not like didn’t want him to. My pig-headed brother was now phoning twice a day to check and it was starting to piss me off.
I frown, sitting up, clutching the sheet to my chest. The sound of low voices drifts through the partially open window. Scott’sdeep, gruff tone carries easily, clearly talking to my brother. Again!
I grab my phone from the bedside table, noticing the missed calls and messages from when I had silenced my phone the night before.
I crack the window a little more, straining to hear.
“Don’t fuck around with her, man. She’s not just some fling,” Jake’s voice is tight, serious. “Bree’s been through enough bullshit. She deserves better.”
