It seemed every time we were out in the complex, Bob needed to talk to Jensen about something. I couldn't imagine what they'd have in common. "Has he said anything about why there are three empty units on the first floor?" It occurred to me that could be my housing solution. I could see if Bob would rent one of the units to me. That way I'd have my own space, close to Jensen and Martin, but not dependent on either of them, and Bob wouldn't have to comb through the waiting list for new, reliable renters. Would I have to argue my position that cheerleading was a sport, and therefore I qualified as an athlete?
Jensen's eyes narrowed on me. "Did you put on a different shirt?"
"Yes. I needed something to cover up the hickey."
"I didn't give you a hickey."
"Uh, yeah you did. Two of them."
"Let me see."
"No, I have to go."
"Let. Me. See." Then he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me over the back of the couch.
"Jensen!"
He laughed as I squirmed and tried to get away.
Then I heard the sound of fabric tearing as he tried to pin my shoulders down.
We both froze.
He said, "Shit."
"What?"
"Looks like I owe you a shirt too."
I glanced down. The shoulder seam of my blouse was ripped so far down my bra strap showed. "Dammit! You cannot keep ruining all my clothes, Lund."
He turned me so I sat on his lap-I assumed so he could apologize face-to-face. Instead, a wicked smile curled his lips.
"Might as well have some fun with this since it's not fixable." Then he grabbed hold of each side and yanked them apart. Buttons flew, fabric ripped like paper. Before I protested, Jensen's mouth slammed down on mine.
Now I'd really be late getting back to work.
I matched his hunger kiss for kiss. I even held my arms back as he wrenched my shirt off me and sent it sailing over the back of the couch.
I craved this greedy-lover side of him, the desperate man who couldn't wait to get his hands on me-even when he'd just had them all over me less than twenty minutes ago.
The greediest part of him was getting hard and ready for more. I snickered to myself that Jensen's stamina was unparalleled both in the bedroom and on the football field.
One quick twist and my bra was undone and sliding down my arms.
Jensen's rough-skinned hands covered my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. He broke the kiss to growl, "Jesus, I love your tits," and latched onto one to prove it.
I arched back, gasping at the hot lash of his tongue on my nipple. Groaning when he opened his mouth over it fully and began to suck.
Work, torn clothing . . . not on my mind when Jensen's hair tickled my belly as he feasted on my breasts.
That's probably why neither of us heard the key in the lock.
But we definitely heard, "Cheezus! Sis, are you . . . topless?"
"Martin?"
"Put some clothes on!"
"Omigod! What are you doing here?"
"It's my apartment. And tell that dude to leave-"
"It's not that dude, it's Jensen," Jensen said sharply. "And it's not your apartment when she's subletting it from you."
"Dude, are you seriously lecturing me when you're naked with my sister?"
"We're not naked," he said. "Even if we were, how is it any of your business?"
I'd reached down and grabbed my bra. Better than nothing. I moved off Jensen's lap and stood to face my brother. "What are you-"
Martin used his forearm to block his eyes. "Seriously, Rowan, go put on a shirt!"
"Oh, knock it off. This covers more than my swimsuit top."
"Where is Calder? You'd better not be screwing around on the couch while he's taking a nap and he can just walk out and see this-"
"Hold on. Don't you ever question Rowan's parental judgment when it comes to her son," Jensen said hotly, vaulting the couch to get at my brother. "Calder isn't here. He's at camp."
"So the two of you can play grab-ass? Not cool." Martin glared at Jensen. "I let her move in here because she doesn't date athletes. I never thought you'd take advantage of her for a quick hookup-"
"Martin, shut up! Maybe he's my hookup, did you consider that?"
Silence.
"Jens, is that true?" Martin asked.
Jensen ran his hand through his hair. "No, Martin. It's not true. I'm in love with your sister. She knows that." He shot me a dark look. "Why are you trying to pass me off as a hookup?"
"I don't like him judging me, okay?" I said to Jensen. "Like I'm not woman enough to make a move on a hot guy because I want to bang the hell out of him."