Page 31 of Fueled Fury

“Eli could’ve walked in.”

“He didn’t.”

“But he could have.” I head to the door as he grabs my arm.

“And?” Austin asks, his frustration clear.

“And I don’t want him to see me having sex with his brother.”

“With his brother? Or me?”

“You’re his only brother, dumbass. I don’t exactly want an audience. That’s all.”

Austin steps forward, reaching down as he grabs my hand. “I’m sorry.”

Say what? This is an Austin I’m not sure I’ll get used to. “It’s my fault too.”

“Let me make it up to you in the shower … because I need another taste.” His playfulness creeps through as he smirks, his hands gliding over my ass.

“Can you at least put your pants back on before we go in the house?”

“Are you staying with me tonight?”

Against my better judgment, I say, “Yes.”

“Then I’ll do anything you ask.”

Rolling my eyes, he pulls me to him. “Even if you don’t want me, I’ll still do anything you ask. Just tell me what you need.”

Fuck. I don’t know what I need, so I take the easy way out—not that there’s an easy way with Austin. “A shower. I need a shower.”

He turns, retrieves his jeans, and pulls them on. As he strolls back my way, his powerful, muscular abs flex with each step in all their sexy, mouthwatering glory. All I can think is I’m in big trouble because I want another taste and know I’ll never get enough.