His mouth left my nipple, his thumb stopped circling the other one only to be joined by a finger and start rolling, and he growled his order of, “Mouth.”

I stopped grinding and started to ride him, whimpering deep, too caught up in what was happening between my legs to respond immediately.

“Tess, mouth,” he growled again.

My head tipped down, his hand slid up my spine, my neck, fingers in my hair. My whimpers became gasps as the sensations grew brilliantly desperate. He pressed my mouth down so my lips were against his, my noises filling his mouth. I was this close when we heard the knock on the door.

We both froze, me doing it after a downward glide so I was full of Brock.

Then both our heads turned to the door when we heard Joel call, “Dad? Mom’s on the phone. She says it’s urgent.”

Oh.

My.

God.

“Tell me this isn’t happening,” Brock whispered, his voice super low but vibrating with fury.

I wanted to tell him it wasn’t happening. I really, really wanted to tell him that. But I couldn’t tell him it wasn’t happening because it was.

My eyes went beyond Brock to the alarm clock on his nightstand to see it was two thirty-four in the morning.

A nanosecond later, Brock’s hands were at my waist. He pulled me swiftly but gently off him, twisted, and then I had my back to the bed, head to the pillows.

He quickly bent and kissed my belly, rolled out of bed, and tossed the covers over me as he called, “Just a sec, Joey.”

I pulled the covers all the way up to my neck and watched Brock tag his pajama bottoms from the floor, tug them on, and stalk to the door. Then I watched him put his hand to the doorknob, take in a deep breath, and open the door a wide crack while crouching at the same time.

At this point, I heard a Joey I couldn’t see say a trembling, “Sorry, Dad, but she sounds scared.”

I felt my mouth get tight as I watched by the hall light Joel had turned on as Brock’s did the same then I saw him reach out a hand.

I watched him put a cell phone to his ear and my brows drew together.

Since when did Joel have a cell phone? The kid was twelve, for goodness sakes.