Page 43 of Sin for You

“Another beer?” Mase said, standing.

Bull shook his head, and Mase strode out.

“Fuck,” Bull said under his breath when my brother was out of the room.

I winced. “I can’t believe he saw me like that.”

Bull gripped the back of my neck in a possessive hold. “Wish I hadn’t,” he muttered. “Been hard as fuck since.”

I chuckled.

“Evil wench.”

“Looks like we’ll have to keep it in our pants for a few more days,” I said, my nipples tight and a relentless throb between my thighs. “Thank the heavens for vibrators.”

Bull’s fingers flexed, his grip on the back of my neck tightening then releasing. “Quinn,” he growled all low and dirty.

“Glad you still keep the fridge stocked,” Mase said before he appeared at the door, carrying in the pizza Bull had brought the night before, and giving him enough time to drop his hand.

“Of course,” I said grinning. “You want me to heat that?”

“Nah, cold’s fine.”

Bull tipped his head back and finished his beer. When he’d dropped his hand, he’d put it between us, and he slid it closer to me while Mase turned on the TV and started flicking through the stations. Bull brushed his pinkie finger across my thigh. “I need to head back to the bar, got shit to do. But we’ll have that drink tomorrow, yeah?” he said to Mase.

Another brush of his thumb against my thigh before he stood.

I shivered, wanting to follow him, but stayed where I was as Bull and Mase made their plans and he left.

Somehow I needed to put my own wants aside and be there for Mase. He was looking for a distraction from his pain. I understood that all too well.

Guilt hit me for even thinking about myself right then.

But how could I not when Bull had shown up here smelling like heaven, hair still damp from a shower, in those new jeans of his and a T-shirt that clung to every muscled inch of him?

Christ, it was going to be a long few days.

Chapter Eleven

Bull

My bedroom ceiling wasn’t giving me any answers to my dilemma, but then neither had the backs of my eyelids.

My head was all over the place. Parking outside Quinn’s tonight and finding Mase already there had been bad enough. Mase knocking on the door, only to have it answered by Quinn in nothing but a bright pink G-string and bra, had nearly made my head explode.

Jesus, I’d been racked with guilt and hard as a rock since.

It felt wrong keeping this from a guy who’d stuck by me through the worst times of my life, who trusted me with his life, and with his sister. I felt like the lowest piece of shit, even lower since I still couldn’t get that image of Quinn answering her door out of my head.

That fucking smile, slightly shy but with excitement in her eyes. It had been all for me. The sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and that was before I dropped my gaze and caught the rest of her.

My phone started ringing and my balls tightened because I knew who it was, had expected her call since I got home.

If Mase coming home wasn’t a smack upside the head from the universe, I didn’t know what was. But then I didn’t believe in all that shit. I shouldn’t need some higher power to make me choose right from wrong. Fucking around with Quinn was definitely wrong, but goddamn, it felt good.

Which was why, against my better judgment, I snatched up the phone and answered. “Hey.”

Her shaky exhale reached my ears first, and that was all it took for my semihard dick to return to its previous state. Primed and ready to fuck. Two days like this had been the worst kind of torture, especially when Quinn was constantly in front of me. My dick was like a kid in a candy shop, only instead of getting to gorge on all the sweet treats, it was getting smacked down and denied.