Page 63 of The Rowdy Ones

With my audience of one.

My heart thunders so hard my chest hurts. I’m shaking with nerves to do something so bold and wrong, but I’m buzzing with a high that has me aching to go through with it.

Just do it.

I unzip my jeans and shimmy out of them, revealing my bare legs to anyone who can see. After stepping out of them, I pull off my sweater. Goose bumps tickle over my flesh and my nipples are hard beneath the lace of my bra. I reach behind me and unhook my bra.

Am I really doing this? Stripping for my brother, who’s watching through the window?

It could be my imagination.

There might be no one there.

I pull away the bra and let it fall to the floor. Cool air kisses my breasts. They slightly jiggle as I walk over to the dresser. Then I fish out an oversized T-shirt and slowly pull it over my body.

Everything burns hot, especially my clit.

The urge to massage it is overwhelming.

There were times when Jace was close. Not usually with his tongue, but with his fingers, he could get me close. I never tried to recreate the zinging sensation. Now it’s all I want to do.

I slide into bed on top of the covers and let my thigh fall off to the side. Then, because I’m desperate to feel good, I slip my hand down to my panties. My fingertip barely brushes over my clit and I jolt.

Ohhh.

Gently at first, I rub at it through the material. It feels so good I have to bite on my bottom lip to keep from whimpering. I move my fingers faster, loving the delicious vibrations dancing through my body.

I bet it would feel better if my fingers were slick.

With cheeks burning hot with embarrassment, I pull my fingers away and bring them to my mouth. I suck on them and then slide them back to where I want them, this time beneath the material. My fingertip, wet from my saliva, rubs against my buzzing clit.

“Oh,” I breathe.

I quickly learn what speeds and pressures are the most pleasurable. And, as if my body detonates, I explode with the most wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt in my life. As my body shudders wildly and I stifle a moan, I can’t help but imagine Rowdy’s fingers or tongue doing the work. This extends the pleasure even longer. I rub until my hand aches and I’m no longer thrashing in bliss.

I need to hear his voice.

To know this is real and not some cruel dream.

Fumbling for my phone on the end table, I snatch it up and demand that it call Rowdy.

Holy fuck.

My phone buzzes in my jeans pocket, but I don’t want to grab it. But since it’s obvious it’s Destiny calling me, I hurry to answer it.

“Hello?” I keep my voice a low whisper since I’m standing outside her window like a creeper.

“Hey.” The breathy sounds she makes have my cock jolting in my jeans.

“What are you up to?” I ask, knowing full and damn well what.

“Just getting ready for bed. You?”

“Trying to relax so I can sleep.” Not a total lie.

She yawns and is quiet for a second. From my vantage point outside the window, I see her hand is no longer in her panties but resting on her bare stomach. Her shirt was pushed up with all her squirming as she came. Even though it’s cold as fuck outside, I can’t help myself. I unzip my jeans and pull my dick out.

If anyone saw me doing this, it would be so fucking bad.