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Like did girls really just wake up offering their ass to this man? I mean he was hot, but who wanted to be split apart by that tree trunk first thing in the morning?
Was he so excellent in bed that women liked that kind of rough treatment from him?
I was so out of my league with Magnum. His language, his life, his attitudes were all completely opposite of mine, yet he was captivating in a car wreck kinda way.
I contemplated attempting to wake him, but his wandering hand was on the move. His fingers tickled my side and then slipped beneath the edge of my underwear. His fingertips teased the skin of my navel, wiggling and crawling downward.
His mouth landed on my neck and started sucking with open lips. Sweet, hot, wet, mushy, strong kisses with tongue. It tickled and my shoulder automatically came up, but that didn't deter him. He licked between my shoulder blades and pressed his hard cock deeper into my backside.
A low growl vibrated against my neck, and in an instant, the shock disappeared and my blood caught fire. The intensity of the onslaught stole my breath and sucked all the oxygen from my lungs with one huge gasp. I reached back and grabbed the back of his head, arching my spine involuntarily. His tongue raised hot, fiery licks of flame on my skin, consuming me and my every thought, burning me alive. His naughty fingers caused a series of tummy flips and a flurry of tingles between my legs.
My God. Was this what it was like? Did people really feel this intense chasm of need for another person? I ached for him to touch me everywhere. It was unbearable and superb at the same time.
But even in my early-morning, lust-filled haze, I knew this was wrong. He was Gavin's brother. I was technically married, and it would be cheating if I let it continue. I wasn't even sure if he was fully awake and knew what he was doing.
"Uh..." I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and struggled to find my voice. "Mag—"
He growled and moved his hand deeper inside my panties. He'd just brushed my clit when a loud rap on the door startled him awake. His lips left my neck and his head tilted as he froze, eyes closed, listening. It only took one second for him to react. He swiped his hands away, and his heat left my back in a flash of movement.
I held my hand to my heaving chest, trying to control my breathing as he left the room. I scampered out of the bed and stumbled to the doorway, struggling to see through my clouded vision. He approached the front door to the house with a gun in one hand. His other hand covered his crotch.
"Fuck," he ground out after checking the security monitor near the front window.
He looked back at me as I held onto the door frame, still panting and shocked by everything that was happening at lightning speed.
"Shit. Fuck," he said with his brows drawn tight, his eyes wide.
I had to laugh at his confused expression. "Who is it?"
"You dressed?" he asked.
I tugged his T-shirt down. "No!"
Another knock rang out against the door. "Mag, we got a key, man."
"Fuck." He set his gun on the shelf by the window and rushed to pull on his jeans. God, his ass was fantastic in deep red boxer briefs. I caught a glimpse of his still-hard cock in there too. I didn't even realize he'd taken his pants off last night.
He was still buttoning his jeans as he opened the door. I was too mesmerized by the whole thing to react in time.
A crowd of people stood out on the porch, eagerly looking past him toward me. He blocked their entrance and started talking to them.
Too late and fully embarrassed, I ran to the bathroom and locked the door. Murmuring voices, both male and female, filed into the house. My heart pounded in my chest, and I struggled not to hyperventilate as I stared at the door lock. It didn't seem strong enough to keep all those people out. He'd said this place was secure, but the bathroom only had one simple knob lock? He didn't have deadbolts up and down the thing?
After a few short taps, Magnum's hushed voice came through the door. "Wren, you wanna meet my team?"
What? Was he crazy? "No!" I scream-whispered back.
"What's going on?" he asked, like he wasn't just there while the whole fiasco unfolded.
I turned to look in the mirror and gasped. My boobs were swinging out of control. "I have no bra! There's blood in my hair. I'm wearing your T-shirt." I wrapped my arms around my waist and tried to control them, but my nippleswere obviously hard, and I felt lost without some form of support to restrain them. My hair was a rat's nest. "I'm freaking out. I can't. They'll all look at me." The shirt, while big, only reached the middle of my thighs. "I have no pants. They'll know what we did. I swear. This is my worst nightmare. I don't like meeting new people. I don't want to be the center of attention. Ever!"
He was quiet for a moment then said, "Right," in a deep, dark tone.
I felt his presence leave the door and more murmurs. Mag raised his voice a few times, but they didn't leave.
My privates were still hot and tingling from Mag's touch, and my chest felt like it might explode. A soft knock and a female voice came through the bathroom door. "Wren? My name is Fiona."
Like Princess Fiona in Shrek?
