“I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me what it is then? Bhabhi “I have to go,” she says, stuffing her things in her duffle. Frowning, he dials into his voicemail to listen to the message. “No?”
She would and he knows it. He rolls her onto her back, pinning her down with his body. He’s missed her so much, he actually has to curl his fingers into fists to keep from reaching for her. “So, ummm, do want to meet up?”
As Sam speaks, the door swings open to admit Dean. If you want…”
And with that, she’s gone. Fingers tight on her hips, his mouth finds her core and she moans. It sounds like she’s outside; he can hear cars whizzing by in the background. Her bra disappears under his avid hands and his mouth is drawn down over her tender skin to her breasts.
