“Jen, babe, I don’t think anyone can handle your badass.” Bing sits next to me and I swing my legs up.
I beam at him. “Finally, someone who appreciates it.”
Lexy snickers. “I’m sure it’s your actual ass rather than your badass that my brother appreciates.” Bing nods in agreement, and I kick him.
“You could at least pretend,” I mumble. He laughs, resting his hand on my thigh.
“Okay.” He winks at Lexy. “I appreciate your badass far more than your ass.”
I blink at him, pretending to be affronted. “What the hell is wrong with my ass?”
Alec laughs loudly. “Walked straight into that one, mate.”
Bing digs his fingers into my leg lightly. “You wouldn’t be surprised if I told you how often that happens,” he says dryly.
I shrug a shoulder at Lexy and she smiles.
“I can imagine.” Alec looks at us, amused.
“What are we watching?” Bing directs the question to Lexy.
“Bridget Jones’ Diary.” She holds up the case. The guys groan in unison, and I woop.
“Win!” I yell happily. “Colin Firth… That accent. Oh, Lordy.” I fan myself.
“It’s a British accent, Jen. You have a British accent.” Alec frowns at me.
Both Lexy and I glare at him.
“I have a common accent. Colin Firth has the British accent. The one that makes your knees go weak and your heart go all racy. It’s like…”
“Sex,” Lexy says firmly. “That kind of accent is as good as sex.” Alec grumbles under his breath but I’m too far away to make it out. Whatever it is, it makes her slap his shoulder.
Bing leans over and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him. He nudges my hair away from my ear with his nose, settling his mouth right by my skin. “Clearly,” he whispers. “Alec isn’t as good as me, then, because I’m pretty sure all I have to do is look at you and you get that reaction. Right, babe?”
“Wrong,” I lie.
He runs his nose down my cheek to my neck, and as the tip of his nose tickles across my skin, he presses an open-mouthed kiss on my pulse point. I bite the inside of my cheek, focusing on the TV screen instead of the totally inappropriate feelings he’s sending through my body right now.
“Yep,” he mutters smugly. “Definitely better than Colin Firth.”
“Ass,” I say under my breath.
He sits back, his arm still around my shoulders, and he’s wearing that shit-eating grin again. Where is my frying pan when I need it?
~
BING
There’s nothing more satisfying than the feeling I get when I see the way she reacts to me. I’m so f**king attracted to her it should be illegal – and that’s not an exaggeration. It’s all her smart mouth and the way she’s not afraid to challenge me.
Of course, as usual, it’s totally inconvenient that my sister and Alec are here. I always seem to need her more when I can’t have her. She could be wearing a string bikini and dancing around a pole, and I couldn’t want her any more than I do right now. All she has to do is breathe in, and I have a rock hard dick fighting its way out of my jeans.
I shift a little in my seat, and watch the slight upturn of her lips. It’s all a game for her – backwards and forwards with sexual teasing. It’s the same for both of us. We both hide our real feelings behind a curtain of sex and attraction because neither of us are ready to admit the reality of us to each other yet.
She curls into my side, her fingers ghosting along my stomach over my top. They dip and rise as she traces the indents of my muscles, finally settling her palm flat against my side. Her head tucks into my neck, and I hold her even closer, resting my cheek on the top of her head.
She calms me. She calms that insatiable fire inside me, yet she stokes it at the same time. The way she makes me feel is completely contradictory, but it makes sense.
Somehow, Alec and I manage to make it through the movie. I don’t know how we do it, but it’s not until the end I realise Jen’s breathing has evened out. I glance up.
“She’s asleep, isn’t she?” I say quietly.
Lexy sits up and leans forward, looking at her. “Yep.” She smiles slightly.
“Looks like she’s not going home tonight.” Alec chuckles.
“She’s been working hard at uni. She’s got a few big projects due in over the next few months. She’s working her ass off,” Lexy scolds him.
I glance at the top of Jen’s head. “She has?”
“She didn’t tell you?” Lexy looks at me. “She’s got about five to do, essays and everything. Her course is as hard as mine. We didn’t get into the best art Uni to just dance through it, bro. It’s not a walk in the park.”
I sigh and shake my head slightly. Damn her. “Okay. I’m gonna take her up to bed.” I stand, hooking an arm under her knees, and scoop her up.
“I can walk,” she mumbles.
“No,” I reply. “You’re tired.”
“Who knew Bing would become a pu**y-whipped ass?” Alec laughs quietly.
“Fuck off, Johnson, or I’ll whip your ass,” Jen mutters against my neck. I chuckle.
“Told you, mate.” I wink, and Lexy pats his arm.
“Poor baby. Are you scared your King of Romance crown will be taken by my man-whore big brother?” she coos.
I laugh, carrying Jen from the room and up the stairs.
“Might be a man whore but he’s my man whore.” She yawns.
“Yours, hm?” I smile, settling her on the bed.
She opens her eyes a little, smiling. “Yes.”
I pull my top over my head and slide off my jeans. Jen kicks her legs, and I strip her down. I climb into bed next to her, put the covers over us, and tuck her into my arms.
“You’re my man whore. Don’t you forget it.” She snuggles into me.
I hold her closer and brush her lips with mine. “I don’t think you’d let me forget that even if I wanted to, babe.”
“Damn straight.”
~
A soft hand travels up my back, fingertips spreading across my skin. Hot breath fans across my neck, and I instinctively move the warmth closer to me.
I run my hands down the length of her body, gliding over her curves easily. Jen kisses along my collarbone, sucking softly, and I cup the back of her head. Her lips find mine, and I roll onto my back, pulling her on top of me. She slides her legs up so she straddles me, and I instantly harden against her.