The burn of her blush was even hotter against the cool of her comforter where she’d buried her face.

It wasn’t like no one had ever gone down on her before. Hell, Asa had gone down on her before! But this… She’d never actually had it like this. Totally exposed to him.

He’d told her to trust him and she’d said she did. So she let go and enjoyed it. Let go and fell into how good it was, how he made her feel with those work-rough palms holding her thighs wide open.

He took what he wanted and she gave it to him. Loved it that he wanted her so much, and when she came she’d been so into it that she didn’t realize he’d stopped and was thrusting his cock into her until he reached the hilt.

“More. Please. Please.”

He gathered her hair and yanked, pulling her back as he leaned close. “I’m here.” He flexed his hips, getting so impossibly deep she made a sound she didn’t recognize.

“So hot. I can feel you through the latex.”

He snarled things in her ear. Dirty things. Sweet things. He fucked her with his words as easily and skillfully as he did with the cock inside her body.

He surrounded her, molding his body to hers; the sheer size of him held her, stole her breath.

She hadn’t really even stopped coming, and this time a rolling aftershock orgasm hit her.

He cursed. “Jesus. What’s going on, beautiful? Hm? I want to do it again because you feel so good.”

But she was caught in the feedback loop of it. Snagged in the sticky-sweet pleasure of that state, post–multiple orgasms, where everything he did felt amazing.

He sped, fucking her so deep and so hard that each time he slammed home she saw stars against the closed lids of her eyes.

He held her hair tight enough to sting. Everything in her wanted him to come. Wanted to make him feel so good he couldn’t do anything else but climax. Wanted to shake his control.

She squeezed her inner muscles and he slapped her ass hard enough to send that crack through the room and a flash of heat through her.

He growled and she pushed back at him. He sped again, harder and harder, her nipples abrading the comforter beneath her. She dug into the bedding for purchase but found none as he pinned her to the bed and came on a strangled whisper of her name.

“I yield,” she wheezed, and after a few seconds he remembered his order right before things went naked and sweaty, and laughed.

“Do you have a few minutes?” Asa came into the living room the following day. She’d tucked up on his couch, near the windows, to steal some time to read and enjoy the quiet.

“Dude, my vagina is not magic. If you want some, you have to pick a different place.”

He burst out laughing and then someone else walked into the room. Mick. Jesus.

“Thanks for letting me know someone was here.” She shot a look at Asa.

He put his hands out defensively. “I didn’t know you were going to say that!”

Annoyed, she rolled her eyes and latched her gaze on to Mick. “Why would I give you, or him, a few minutes?”

Asa made a sound. He tried not to, she’d give him that. But he made it anyway. Pissy that she’d be mad he essentially dumped his friend on her with no warning and now she’d said all that in his presence and he could use it to hurt her, again.

Mick took a breath. “I owe you an apology. You don’t owe me anything at all. I’d very much appreciate it if you’d give me a few minutes of your time.”

“Hmph.” She put her book aside and tipped her chin at a chair she was sure he’d sat in dozens of times.

“I was really rude to you. It wasn’t just inexcusable because I have better manners than that, but also because you’re with my brother. I don’t normally act like that to women.”

“What’s your problem then?”

Asa shrugged at Mick. “See? I told you.”

Ugh, all this secret brotherhood stuff might be more maddening than she’d originally considered. Had Asa debriefed Mick on her?

“Did you, Asa? Did you give him a primer on how to handle me?”

Mick tried to stifle a smile. PJ shouldn’t be that annoyed. Asa’d fucked her into a nice, calm space. She’d stolen some leisure time to read and relax. He’d even made her breakfast to coax her to his house since he’d slept at her apartment. It had been a particularly lovely morning so far.

But she was annoyed nonetheless.

“I did not.” Asa frowned. “I told him you had a temper and to watch out. From an admiration standpoint, I should add.”

“Listen, you.” She gave them both a look. “Both of you. I don’t normally have a temper if people don’t go out of their way to agitate me. You both get a motherfucking A plus. God.”

Mick burst out laughing. “Please say you forgive me so we can be best friends.”

“I have a best friend already. She saw you both in action, so if you think I’m hard to deal with, wait till you see her again.”

“My problem was that I’d been gone a long time and I came back and saw you in a place I didn’t know you deserved. But instead of listening to Asa and Duke, who told me you did, I was petty and defensive. You didn’t need that. I do want to get to know you, and I hope you’ll give me a chance to do that. I’m not an asshole. Not most of the time.”

“If you are, you’ll get a lot more of me than you did last night. You get me?”

He took her hand and kissed it. “Damn, it really is too bad Asa found you first.”