I crack open the door and pull Jensen into the room with me, shutting and locking the door behind her. The room is completely shrouded in darkness and I reach out, feel along the bed as I make my way, switching on the lamp when I get to the bedside table. “Well, what do you think?”

She looks around the room, at the old sports posters on the wall, the bookshelf with the trophies covering the top shelf, a giant framed photo of me and the rest of the varsity basketball team dominating one wall.

“Is this your old bedroom?” she asks.

“Yeah.” I come up behind her and slip my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. “Do you like it?”

She leans into me, still checking everything out. “It looks like a typical teenage boy’s room.”

I try to take it in like I’ve never seen this room before, but it’s hard. I pretty much grew up here. We moved in to this house when I was in middle school, after Diane told Dad she was tired of living in a “dead woman’s house”.

She’s so nice, isn’t she?

Besides, the old house wasn’t big enough for Diane. She wanted a monster mansion and my dad gave it to her.

“Yeah, it does look like a typical teenage boy’s room,” I finally say.

“Your parents didn’t try to turn this room into something else once you left home?” Jensen asks.

“They’ve got so many guest bedrooms in this house, they don’t need another one,” I say, chuckling.

“Must be nice.” Her voice is the slightest bit sarcastic, yet also tinged with envy.

“It is. I’m lucky.” I pull away from her slightly so I can turn her around to face me. “I know I take advantage of my luck.”

She frowns. “How so?”

“I just…do what I want, spend what I want, and I don’t have to worry about it. I’ve been taken care of my whole life.” I smile and shake my head. “In other words, I’m spoiled rotten. I honestly don’t know what you see in me.”

“You’re not all bad, Montgomery,” she teases, her voice light.

“You think?” I’m being serious, and I think she senses it.

She nods, her expression solemn. “Trust me, I know.”

I glance over at my queen-size bed before I return my gaze to her. “Want to try out my childhood bed?”

She makes a face, wrinkling her nose. “When you put it like that, it sounds kind of gross.”

“I technically didn’t get this bed until I was fourteen, so…” I grab her hand and lead her over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress and spreading my legs so she’s standing in between them. “I wish we could leave.”

“We just barely got here.”

“Yeah, and I realized quick that I don’t want to be here. Thank God you’re with me.” I roll my eyes. “My brother is an asshole.”

“Don’t worry about him.” She touches my cheek, her fingers feather-light on my skin. “Let him have fun with that old tramp Veronica.”

I burst out laughing. “Wasn’t that crazy? And where did my dad get those particular details anyway? I bet he has a file on his desk right now with all of Veronica’s personal information in it.”

“I don’t know. When you think about it, that’s kind of scary. He could check up on anybody.” Her smile is tremulous. “Even me.”

“He would never do that,” I say immediately, trying to make her feel better. But I wouldn’t put it past him. Not that I can tell Jensen that. She’s nervous enough, trying to make a good impression on everyone, even if they don’t deserve her kindness. Like Diane. “You like my father?”

She nods. “He likes me, so that’s a good thing.”

“And what about Diane?”

Jensen rests her hands on my shoulders. “What about her?”

“Do you like her?”

“I don’t think she likes me.”

“I don’t even think she’s looked at you.” I shake my head. “It’s like you don’t exist to her.”

“Guess she’s too good for me,” she says with a sigh, her eyes flashing with…

Hurt?

I don’t know. But her reaction to Diane is surprising.

“Don’t let her bother you. I’m serious.” I grip her waist, then drop my hands so I’m toying with the extremely short hem of her dress. I decide to change the subject. There are much better things for us to focus on right now. “I think I’m going to check to see if you’re wearing panties or not.”

“Rhett, we probably shouldn’t do this here,” she says, trying to slap my hand away, but I’m too persistent.

“No one’s looking for us. And besides, the door is locked. It’s my room.” I lift her skirt from behind, my hands touching her bare thighs, then shifting up, lightly cupping her ass checks. “So far, my guess is no panties.”

“Keep searching,” she teases, and so I do. She spreads her legs a little, giving me easier access, and when I try to touch her between her thighs, I discover she’s…covered. With the thinnest fabric I think I’ve ever felt.

“Damn, you’re wearing panties.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You sound so disappointed.”

“That’s because I am.” I’m really not, though. Anytime I have my hands up Jensen’s dress, I’m happy as hell.

“Maybe you should take them off of me so you won’t be disappointed anymore,” she whispers.

Okay. I can get on board with that.

I smooth my hands up, over her outer thighs, her hips, my fingers tripping over the string-thin waistband of her panties. I tug them down her thighs, past her knees, her calves, until they’re a lacy tangled mess around her stiletto heels.

Just looking at her crumpled panties wound around her ankles gets me hard. What the hell? I must have some kind of weird fetish.

She kicks them off as I slowly lift up the dress to reveal her to me. Seeing her naked flesh makes me even harder, and I lean in. “Spread your legs,” I murmur, and she does as I ask, revealing herself even more.

Reaching out, I touch her there, sliding between her lips, encountering creamy, hot flesh. A shuddery breath leaves her as I continue to stroke her folds, gently circling her clit with my fingertip.

“Take your dress off,” I demand, and she glances down at me, her brows wrinkled.

“Wh-what?” Her cheeks are flushed and her voice is shaky. I think she likes it when I get commanding.

“It’s getting in the way. Take it off, Jens.”

She whips her dress off over her head, and it lands on the floor just behind her. I grasp her ass and pull her to me, my mouth on her pussy as I begin to devour her. I lick her everywhere, slip my finger deep inside her, and she bucks against me, a tiny cry falling from her lips. Her hands fall to my head, her fingers sliding in my hair as I continue to lick and suck.

She tastes amazing. I fuck her with two fingers, my tongue flicking her clit, teasing her. She twists against my face, seeming at war within herself.

Get closer because it feels so damn good? Or move away because it’s too intense?

Closer wins. I can’t stop licking her, and she starts to tremble. She’s close. I’ve done this enough, made her come enough times, to know her tells. She’s moaning, her voice low, like she’s trying not to be too loud for fear we could get caught, and I’m reminded of the time in my car. How exciting that had been, knowing someone could come upon us at any moment. Or in the hall at City Lights. Anyone could’ve walked in on us, and we still went at it, like we had no control.

That’s my problem. When I’m with Jensen like this, I have no control. None. She seems to feel the same way.

I grip her ass tighter, increasing my speed, licking and sucking her clit, drawing it between my lips. She grinds against my mouth, her entire body going tense, inhaling sharply, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“Oh God,” she says in anguish as she shudders and shakes, her orgasm completely taking over her body. I hold on to her, slowing my movements, watching as she completely falls apart. Her hips buck hard against my face, once. Twice. Until the orgasm finally seems to stop.

Jensen pulls away from me and falls onto the bed, sagging into the mattress. I watch her, enthralled with her naked body, those long, long legs and her pretty breasts. Her body is gorgeous. Everything about her is gorgeous.

And she’s mine. All mine.

“You’re trying to kill me,” she murmurs, making me laugh.

“No, you’re trying to kill me.” I rise to my feet, pointing at the tent in my pants.

She sits up, her breasts gently swaying. “I can take care of that for you.”

“I’m sure you can.” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand and realize I need to wash my face and hands, stat. I head for the adjoining bathroom. “But we don’t have time for that. We need to go back to the party.”

I switch on the light and go to the sink, turning the water on. After I wash my hands, I splash water on my face, staring at my reflection. I look happy, despite the downright painful erection and the bullshit going on with my brother and Diane. I am happy. Life is good.

Jensen makes my life better.

Drying my face and hands, I reenter my old bedroom to find Jensen has slipped her dress back on, all traces of the woman who came all over my face gone. Only the flush in her cheeks is a tiny remnant of what just happened between us.

“You had your own bathroom too?” she says when she sees me. “Talk about spoiled.”

I laugh, pulling her into my arms and giving her a quick kiss. “Let’s go find Addie and wish her a happy birthday.”

“And then we can go back to your place?” she asks hopefully.

Nodding, I kiss her again. “Definitely.”