As I tumble into coming, it seems to spur Shane on even more. He’s growling and rutting his face against my pussy, pushing my pleasure higher and harder. When I start screaming, Fletch palms my face and takes my cries into his mouth with his kisses until I’m boneless and nearly pass out. I can’t control my body. It’s shivering, and my heart is beating too fast. Fletch pulls me across him onto his lap and holds me tightly to his broad, muscled chest.

I curl up into a ball and let him tend to me. I don’t know how long it is until I start coming back to myself. Shane has left the room to “tend to some things.” Fletch is still holding me, stroking me while I shiver.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

“God. That was...amazing.”

“You’re amazing. You taste really good.”

It’s silly to blush at this point, but blush I do. I uncurl and risk a look at him. He’s still got some of that primitive fire in his eyes, but he’s gathering my clothes. As I get dressed, he goes to “check something in his room” and the doorbell rings. I’m still kind of shaky, but I manage okay until I open the door.

“Surprise!”

Jenna.

Chapter Ten

Oh, my God. It’s Jenna.

At my door. Our door. My best friend Jenna who I can’t lie to even to save my life. Fletch’s little sister Jenna.

Jenna the one person who I would share all the details of my sex life with except I just had sexual relations with her older brother.

And his best friend.

Two guys. Two hot guys. But what kind of girl has threesomes with her best friend’s family?

Needless to say, I am bright red. I don’t need a mirror. I can tell. I feel like she can read my mind, like she can see the dirty thoughts about what I’d just done. Well, had done to me.

Oh, my God. Her brother just ate me out in this room. She is never going to forgive me.

“You okay, Pen?”

I rush to hug her. At least I can hide my face for a few seconds. “You’re really here?”

“I am! I didn’t have a project due like I usually do on Mondays, so I figured it was a good time to get a weekend visit in.”

I let her in and yell, “Fletch, your sister is here!” I know I sound maniacal. My voice is about two octaves higher than normal. I bring her into the kitchen, not stopping once in the living room. I don’t even look at the couch. The Couch of Debauchery. God. This can’t be happening. Can she tell? Does she know? Will I give it away by acting so stupid?