His chest was as rock-hard as it looked.
Lindsey’s eyes rolled back into her head and a soft moan escaped her parted lips, just loud enough to shake some sense into her.
“Stop that,” she uttered with no conviction. “I’m mad at you.”
“I know you are. I’m trying to make you unmad. Is that a word?”
Who cares?
Her mind whirled. She had to break contact with him this instant. He was currently the enemy. Her body hummed to a different tune. Desperately seeking more of his touch. His arm brushed against her bare skin beneath her chest where her damn robe had once again fallen open. If he would just reach around with his free hand and grasp her breasts…
As if he were telepathic, he did just that. Not quite as firmly as her body demanded, but still, he began to gently fondle one breast and then the other, weighing each one in his hand before he brushed over a nipple with his thumb. The caress was so light, it could have been in her mind. Again, who cares? If her mind deemed to conjure up an image that fine without the repercussions, so be it.
The warmth of Alejandro’s hand heated her skin, where her robe hung open. Last night’s sexy tidbits were getting their intended use after all.
“Qué linda eres.”
Whatever that meant really didn’t matter. It was so sexy when he spoke to her in Spanish.
“Te quiero, cariña.”
“Damn it, Ramos. You said you were going to see if she was up, not fuck her in the kitchen.”
The harsh words jerked Lindsey from her sexual stupor and she yanked herself out of Alex’s grasp, pulling her robe as tight as possible around her.
Embarrassed beyond measure, she turned to face… “Ryan?” She should have recognized that voice from last night, but it was so much like Justin’s, and she’d heard so few words from him…
Wait, what?
She groaned loudly. “Not this again. What is up with you miscreants?”
“I had things under control, Masters. Until you showed up, anyway.”
“Under control? What am I? A challenge?”
“No, of course not.” Ryan stepped forward.
“Get out. Both of you. Go outside and wrestle in the mud or something. Alex, you’re standing on thin ice with me. And, you, Ryan, if you want Alex for yourself … you can have him.” She stomped form the room, heading back to the guest bedroom.
Jeez, she wished she’d grabbed that damn coffee on her way out.
*
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Masters?” Alejandro glared at Ryan, his blood boiling. And his cock was harder than a nail from brushing up against Lindsey’s fine ass.
“Me? We said we were going to handle this together. And the next thing I know, you’re in here mauling her like a cub.”
“It just happened, okay? I wasn’t going to… I lost it when I found her in here wearing that-that robe thing.” He whipped a hand through the air for emphasis. “And then the damn silky material fell open and I just lost all sense of… I lost all sense, okay?”
Ryan shifted his weight, still glaring daggers at Alex.
“Why do they even call it a robe, when it isn’t really covering anything? That stupid piece of silk did nothing but make my dick leak.”
Now Ryan laughed.
“Were her tits as fine as they look?”
“Tits? Do you have to be so crude?” Alex glanced down before adding, “Yeah, better.”
“Sorry, man. I’d’ve done the same thing in your shoes. We’re both on edge.”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
Ryan angled his head toward the hall and gave a nod. “Let’s go talk to her. Time’s a wastin’.”
“Do you Americans ever enunciate anything? My English is good, but it would help if you’d use full words,” he grumbled, following Ryan down the hall.
Two sharp knocks were all Ryan gave before opening the door to the guest room.
Lindsey was back in bed, the covers drawn over her head. The robe was hanging on the chair next to the mattress. Which meant…
Which meant Alejandro had to once again adjust his raging hard-on.
He glanced over to see Ryan completing the same action, also eyeing the silky cause of their distress.
“Doesn’t anyone around here knock? And if that’s you, Alex, take your sexy, body-building ass out of here and leave me be. You’re jinxed.”
Ryan laughed first, which made Lindsey whip the sheet off her face. Just her face, but still, it was progress.
“Ryan? You too? What is this? An episode of ‘Let’s see how crazy we can drive Lindsey before she cracks?’”
The sheet went back over her head and she flopped back down.
“One step forward. Two steps back.”