Page 105 of Decidedly Off Limits

I smiled at him, my brother momentarily forgotten, and cupped my hand against his cheek, his weekend scruff rough against my fingers. As if pulled together by an unknown force, we started leaning toward each other.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing that?” Liam grumbled.

Trent turned his head to my brother. “Because I didn’t know Kelsey felt the same way. Because I knew you would pulverize me for feeling that way.” Trent’s body shifted, the tension in his muscles still there. “Look, I know you’re pissed off and you have every right to be. But can we continue this discussion downstairs, once Kelsey and I are dressed?”

Liam looked like he was about to argue, his mouth open.

“Please, Liam,” I said, softly.

What was the best way to approach an angry beast? Correct. Cautiously. Never move too quickly and always speak in a soothing tone.

Hopefully that also worked with an angry Navy SEAL.

“Wait, how did you get in?” I asked. “I thought you gave Trent your key.”Or did I forget to lock the door last night?

“I did. But I had a duplicate made just in case. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” The don’t-even-think-of-fucking-my-sister-once-I’ve-left-this-room look he threw Trent said it all. With that, he stalked out, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Well, that didn’t go down the way I had hoped.

“Maybe I should work on the eulogy I want you to read at my funeral on my behalf,” Trent said, his warm breath stroking my ear. Even when faced with certain death, he still sounded sexy, he still turned me on.

So I did the only thing I could do—I elbowed him in the gut.

“Oof!”

“Sorry,” I said. “Didn’t mean to do that so hard.” Which was the truth at least. “What are we gonna do?”

He chuckled. “Guess it’s too late for me to climb out of the window, huh?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s waiting under it for you. Maybe we should call Erin,” I suggested. “She can try talking some sense into him.”

Trent scooted out from under the covers. “Don’t worry, Kels, I’ve got this.” Naked, but no longer wielding a full out hard-on, he scanned the floor.

“What are you looking for?”

“My clothes.”

“Aren’t they on…?” Images of the last time I remembered seeing them flashed in my head to the tune of “You Are Royally Screwed.”Oh, shit.“If I remember correctly”—and I did—“they’re on the living room floor and the stairs.” Along with mine.

We had gotten a little turned on last night while watching a movie.

Clothes came off.

By the time we made it to my room, we were completely naked.

“Well, that does it.” Trent leaned over the edge of the bed and gently kissed me. “I’m leaving some of my clothes here.”

“You might not want to open with that when you talk to Liam.” I clambered out of bed.

Trent’s eyes darkened at the sight of me naked. Clearly forgetting one overbearingly protective brother downstairs, his cock twitched to life.

And my girlie parts cursed Liam for his bad timing.

I padded over to my drawers and removed my underwear, a pair of black yoga pants, and my favorite cute owl T-shirt, then quickly yanked them on.

I didn’t have to go far in search of Trent’s clothes. His underwear was half way down the stairs, his jeans on the bottom step. His wallet lay on the floor, his driver’s license next to it.

That explained why my brother had burst into my room when he knew I was in bed with a guy. Although Trent’s BMW in the driveway would’ve been his first clue before he even bothered to check who the clothes belonged to. If it had been any other guy, Liam would have left and come back later, or done what he should have done either way—called me first.