I don’t answer, not even sure I’m capable of stringing words together as his face nuzzles in between my boobs. We didn’t bother switching shirts back, so I’m still in his. Even through the cotton material, the scrape of his scruff provides a delectable friction. His hands fall to my ass, and he pulls me against him. He’s hard again, or maybe still, and I rub myself on him desperate for more.

He growls and pushes his hips forward, slamming me back to the wall.

“Yo, Heath—woah, sorry, man.” Maverick covers his eyes but doesn’t leave as I duck my head, embarrassed.

“What the fuck?” Heath asks, not moving. Even in my embarrassment, I can’t resist moving just slightly so I can recapture the delicious friction. At my movement, he moves his hand lower on my ass and his fingers dig into me through my jeans. Deep circles giving me just the right amount of pressure.

Maverick can’t see what’s going on, but I nearly cry out as the orgasm hits. I stop myself by biting down on Heath’s bare shoulder.

I miss whatever exchanges between them and I’m coming down, body still shuddering, when the door closes. My head falls forward into his chest as I catch my breath.

Heath pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.

“Did that really just happen?” I squeak, apparently out loud though not intentionally.

He chuckles, deep and throaty. “God, I hope so, but we can try again if you need to be certain.”

I lift my face and wrap my arms around his neck. “I should go before Dakota comes looking for me.”

He steps back and adjusts himself.

“Are you going to be okay?” I bite my lip. Maybe there’s time. Hand jobs for him and her.

“Go. I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll still be hard then — don’t worry. Seems to be a constant thing around you.”

19

GINNY

“My brother will be home any minute.” I squirm as Heath’s hands slide up my shirt and his hot mouth sucks on my collarbone.

“All the more reason to get naked quicker then.”

The door opens and I sit up straight and elbow Heath inadvertently. He groans and leans back in his chair as Adam and Rhett walk into the house.

“Hey guys,” I say cheerily and reach for a pencil on the table.

“Ginny?” Adam’s brows pull together. “What are you doing here?”

“Studying with Maverick.”

Adam quirks a brow.

“He’s on his way over. He had to let Charli out.”

“Oh, cool. You wanna stay for dinner?”

“Actually, I promised Reagan and Dakota we’d grab food when I was done.”

“Invite them too. Mav can grill.”

“You cook?” I ask the always shirtless Maverick as he walks in the front door with Charli.

“I grill.”

“Is that different?”