“I swear John, if you don’t leave, I will make you regret it forever.” I fumed at him and made my most intimidating face.
“Fine, fine, I’ll go out for a few hours.” Shane knocked at the door, and I gave John a ‘thank you’ look before pulling it open.
Shane walked in, and I felt like the room was filled with light. His eyes moved over the space, and I was taken all over again with his perfectly fitting suit, the simple black tie over his clean white shirt, only slightly smudged from my crying, and the intensity in the way he carried himself. John and Shane locked eyes, and then Shane smiled and walked toward him. They shook hands.
“Shane Green, nice to meet you.”
“John, Amy’s brother.”
Shane smiled bigger. “It’s really good to meet you.”
They dropped their hands. There was a short pause, and I was suddenly afraid things would be awkward.
“So Shane, what are your intentions for my sister?”
I stared at John and couldn’t believe he had said that. There was a silent beat, and I was terrified of how Shane would react. Before I could say anything, Shane started laughing. John joined in, and they clapped each other on the back, howling and hooting loudly. I had no clue what had just happened, and laughed nervously along with them.
John moved away from Shane and headed toward the door, still laughing. He looked back at me.
“This guy’s okay. I’ll see you two later,” he said.
“See you, John,” Shane said, and nodded, as their laughter died down.
“Bye John,” I said. John waved and walked out the door, chuckling to himself.
I looked at Shane. He was grinning and shaking his head. “What the hell was that?”
He shrugged. “Honestly, I think I passed his test.”
“That was bizarre.”
His gaze locked on mine, and all laughter was gone. There was an edge of something in his look.
“Want to show me around?” he asked.
I gestured around us. “Not much to it. Living room, kitchen over there, two bedrooms and a bathroom back that way, two more bedrooms upstairs.”
He gave me a sly smiled. “Where’s your room?”
“It’s upstairs, but you don’t want to see that. It’s covered in Backstreet Boys posters.”
He stepped close to me and grabbed my hips. I felt his warmth immediately, and felt him press himself against me.
“Show me your room,” he whispered.
I nodded quietly, powerless, and took him by the hand. I led him up the stairs, and back toward my childhood bedroom.
25.
We walked into my room, and he looked around with a grin. The carpet was yellow and the walls were yellow-green. My tiny twin bed stood in the center of the room, pushed back against one wall, with a small desk and a chair off to one side, and a dresser on the other. Backstreet Boys posters covered the remaining empty space.
Instead of the mocking jokes I expected, his eyes were locked on my body. I felt exposed and naked in front of him, even though I was still in my black dress.
“Stand by the bed,” he ordered me. I obeyed. He moved to stand by the desk.
“Take your dress off.” I stared at him for a second, but the powerful look on his face compelled me to listen. I reached back and unzipped then slid the dress forward and down. It pooled around my ankles.
His eyes raked up and down my body. He took off his jacket and placed it on the back of my chair as I stood there, completely exposed. I felt the excitement build as he looked at me.
“Take off your underwear,” he instructed. I obeyed, and took my bra off, then my panties. I dropped them on the floor next to my dress. My exposure was complete, and I watched him as his gaze slowly moved up my body, lingering on my soaking mound, and my full breasts. Goosebumps began to form on my skin from the chilly room, and I hugged myself loosely against the cold. I wanted him to warm me, but I wanted to find out what he had in store for me even more.
“Very good. Now, lay on the bed and touch yourself.”
His eyes were hungry, and he was unbuttoning his cuffs. I climbed onto the bed, and spread my legs open for him. He ran his eyes from my face, along my breasts, and his gaze lingered as I started to slowly rub myself. I had never done something like this before, but the simple way he stared at me was more exciting than anything I’d experienced before. He continued to unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his pants, and took it off. The combination of his beautifully sculpted body and his hungry, piercing gaze made me soaking wet, and my own fingers on my clit sent shivers of pleasure through me. I let out a small moan. His ripped muscles flexed as he continued to undress, watching me.
“Does that feel good?” he asked. He laid his shirt over his jacket and looked at me.