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He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers as he shifted and laid back on the bed. Smiling, she bent down and pressed a kiss against his chest, loving the way he groaned. She continued to press kisses against his chest, down his stomach, paying special attention to the scar that cut down his abs.

When she came to the head of his erection she lapped at the tip, teasing the slit the way that he liked before she took it in her mouth. The first time that she’d done this for him she’d been nervous, terrified that she was going to hate it the way that she used to hate doing it for Jerry, but within seconds she’d realized something very interesting.

She loved doing this for him. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, the way he moaned as she challenged herself to take him deeper than the last time.

“You going to keep teasing me?” he asked in a strained voice as he gripped her hips and shifted her to the side, patiently waiting for her to move her leg over him.

“Mmmhmm,” she said around the large tip in her mouth.

He chuckled as he cupped her bottom and-

“Oh God….,” she moaned, shifting back to force that tongue teasing her to slide back inside her.

“Put me out of my misery, Tinkerbelle,” he said, rolling his hips and causing the head of his cock to push against her lips.

She opened her mouth and moaned as he pushed inside her mouth. She closed her lips around him and moved forward, taking him as far as she could before she pulled back until the tip was sliding over her tongue. Moaning, she spread her legs further and shifted back gently so that she could ride his tongue. He groaned his approval as she shifted her weight onto one hand and wrapped her other hand around the large erection sliding in and out of her mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, against her slit as he slowly shifted his hips, sliding in and out of her mouth and hand.

Gasping, she tightened her grip around him and-

“Hey, roomie, I-Oh, shit!” the startled shout echoed throughout the small room just as a startled squeak tore from her lips and she found herself being rolled off the bed and hitting the carpeted floor with a grunt and a groan.

Reaching up blindly, she grabbed hold of the blanket, yanked it down and buried herself beneath it, praying that the men shouting at each other forgot that she was here as she lay there, dying of mortification.

Chapter 29

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Probably,” Darrin admitted easily, keeping his back to the room as Danny grabbed the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around his waist.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked, even though he had a sneaking suspicion that his mother was somehow involved.

“The hotel that we were supposed to stay at was overbooked so we came here,” his brother explained with a sigh before he added, “I didn’t mean to, umm,” he cleared his throat, “interrupt.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” he asked, glancing around the bed to find his little Tinkerbelle curled up in the fetal position, cowering beneath a blanket. He considered telling her that it was okay to get up, but reconsidered it and decided to leave her there for the time being.

“Marybeth and me,” Darrin said, raking his hands through his hair.

“Then why are you in my room?” he snapped, praying for his brother’s sake that he had a damn good reason for barging in on them.

His brother shook his head. “I fucked up and she isn’t talking to me right now.”

“I see,” he murmured, glancing back at the bed where Tinkerbelle had been seconds away from screaming his name.

“Anyway, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind switching with me. I figured the girls could share a room and I could bunk here with you,” Darrin said, sounding hopeful.

“She’s been pissed at you before,” Danny pointed out.

Darrin chuckled without humor as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Never like this.”

“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully as he looked from his brother to the woman curled up on the floor, trying to hide.

Sharing a bed with his brother or with the woman that he planned on doing a hundred different naughty things to during this trip………

“Yeah, that’s just not going to happen,” he said with a shake of his head as he reached out and grabbed his brother by the back of the neck.

“Wait!” Darrin said, trying to reach back and slap his hand away, but Danny just ignored him as he steered his brother towards the door. “I’m your brother, you asshole!”

“Uh huh, that’s nice,” he said, reaching over and opening the door. He swung the door open and shoved his brother out of the room.

“Where the hell am I supposed to go?” Darrin demanded with a murderous glare.

“Go beg for forgiveness,” Danny suggested with a shrug, not really caring enough to get involved in his brother’s weird ass relationship.

“I already did!” Darrin snapped. “The stubborn woman won’t listen to reason and-”

“Yeah, you have fun with that,” he said, cutting his brother off. “I’m going to go spend the night with my incredibly hot girlfriend.”

“But-”

He closed the door on his brother’s face and threw the lock with a satisfied sigh that ended on a groan when he turned around to find Tinkerbelle stumbling around the room, yanking on her clothes.

“What are you doing?” he asked after a minute of watching her wrestle with her pants.

“Getting dressed,” she said with a grunt as she yanked her socks on.

“I can see that,” he murmured. “Why exactly are you getting dressed?”

“Because I’m going home,” she said, roughly pulling on her shirt.

“I see……”

“I’m sorry to have to do this, but we’re gonna have to break up,” she said, sighing heavily as she grabbed her bag and with a groan, picked it up and placed it on the edge of the bed.

“Why exactly are we breaking up?” he asked with a frown as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned back to watch as Jodi continued to stumble around the room, grabbing her stuff and shoving it in her bag.

The glare she sent him was just so damn cute, he decided, biting back a smile that would probably get his balls kicked in. “Because he saw us!”

“Darrin?”

“Yes!” she hissed, dropping to her knees to crawl on the floor, frantically looking under the bed and coffee table.