Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

She stares at me, unblinking, and everything is hot under the scrutiny of
her eyes. Her lips fall apart, and I don’t think she breathes.
Chills spread over my skin.
“I didn’t…” she trails off, and then clears her throat. “I didn’t realize your
hips were wide enough to birth a full-grown linebacker.” She uncaps the
marker. “Your skirt hides it well.”
Fuck you.
She sinks to her knees, watching me the whole time. “Should I let you
keep your panties on?”
“Do you want me to take them off?”
Dare me. I stare at her, willing her to have the fucking guts.
But she draws in a deep breath, instead. “Your brother…” she says. “He
was looking at me the other morning when he dropped you off, wasn’t he?”
I clench my jaw.
“I didn’t mind it. You want to take a picture of me for him?” She tsks.
“Those Jaeger men… Definitely not the kind you marry, but that’s kind of
what’s so hot about them.”
What the hell is she talking about?
“Something hot about being used for something that feels so good?”
I study her, waiting for the fucking point.
“But Iron isn’t in charge of the family. It’s Macon, right?” She peers up at
me. “Your oldest brother?”
I almost laugh. Messing with Macon will take a hell of a lot more than
she has.
Her eyes fall down my legs and back up over my panties and up my
breasts. “What would you do if I came out of his room one morning?” she
nearly whispers. “Would you be angry? Would you warn him against me?”
Her wet hair clings to her shoulders, her soft lips and glowing skin so
much more beautiful without makeup.
And an image of her sneaking out of my brother’s room in a towel, after
being in his bed, hits me, and I look away.
“Or would you wish I was in your room, instead?” she murmurs.
My chest caves a little, a picture of her nestled in my sheets coming
unbidden to my thoughts.
I glare back. “I’d wish you well,” I say calmly. “I have brothers to spare,
and it looks like you need one.”
Anger blazes in her eyes, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths all