“Nope. Stay back. Distance, remember, that’s what we agreed on,” she screeches as her back hits the glass, and I’m on top of her before she can move to get away. Pinning her to the glass with my hips, I grab both of her hands in one of mine as she tries to shove me off, and then I have them raised above her head. And I slide my free hand up under her shirt and grasp her plump breast.

“Did you say no distance? I’m sure that’s what I heard,” I growl into her ear as I start kissing down her neck. She said no to her lips, but her neck was never off limits.

Her breathing is getting quicker, and as much as she wants to protest, she can’t.

“No comment,” she whispers.

“That’s what I thought,” I reply as I grind my already hard cock against her, listening to her whimper. “See what happens when you try to fight me? It just turns me on more. So, bring it on, honey bunny.” And just as she is about to give in and let me take this further, I pull away, leaving her hot and bothered against the glass.

With perfect timing, the door opens, and Flynn walks in with a bag of groceries, and Felisha’s yelling at him for letting himself in with his key.

Luckily for Harper, they are too busy arguing with each other that they don’t see her so flushed and trying to straighten her shirt. All the while, she’s giving me the death stare that she so boldly tried to say I would be giving her tonight.

Thank God I’m also wearing a shirt that is hanging free over the top of my jeans that are trying so hard to contain my cock, because it would otherwise be a dead giveaway that something was going on in here.

“Forrest doesn’t care. Christ, I’m cooking his dinner for him. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting us.” Flynn looks across to where Harper is now standing next to me and stops in his tracks. “You don’t care, do you?”

To which I can’t help but laugh as Felisha rolls her eyes at her fiancé. “I’m sorry for this pain in the ass.” She points over her shoulder as she comes over and kisses me on the cheek, giving me a quick hug. Then she moves on to Harper, giving her the same kiss and what I call half a hug which is their normal, but as she pulls back, she looks at us both sheepishly.

“Come and help me unload and get started.” Flynn looks at me, raising his chin in the direction of the kitchen. It’s one of those times I’m actually happy to be nagged at by Flynn, to get me out of the discussion I think was about to start.