Bradley's Whistle (P.ornstars of Romance #2) Read Online Free PDF

other for what was probably a little longer than comfortable. I noticed she had a dark freckle at the corner of her upper lip; it appeared to be the only mark to blemish her otherwise flawless skin.
    “This is pretty,” she murmured, walking toward the katana mounted to the wall.
    It was the first time anyone had ever used the word ‘pretty’ when talking about my sword. Hot, cool, sexy, badass, they were the words girls usually used when gushing over the ancient weapon. The sword in my pants had a whole list of other adjectives.
    “Is it real?” she asked. I nodded. “Do you know how to use it?”
    I shook my head. “Not really much use for sword play in my life these days.”
    “Then why do you have it?” Her tone held nothing but curiosity.
    “It looked cool?” She glanced my way, and I grinned. “And girls like it?”
    “There it is,” she said with a satisfied smile.
    “There what is?” I asked, genuinely confused.
    “I couldn’t see the matchup between you and Decker. He’s your best friend, and Decker is a dirty pervert . . . well, a sweet dirty pervert, and he’s only a dirty pervert with Andi now, but you seem so refined and swanky.” She waved a hand in my general direction.
    I was leaning against the doorframe, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. There was no way I was walking into my bedroom with her standing in there, because there was no way I would be able to keep my hands to myself.
    “Swanky?” I asked, my grin slipping a little. Swanky kinda sounded pompous.
    “Swanky suit, swanky shoes. Not sure about the tie, though; you’d look better in green—it would match your eyes. But yeah, swanky. Decker is so not swanky.”
    The fact she knew what color my eyes were caused an instinctive male reaction; my chest pushed forward, and I all but strutted like a peacock under her observation. “Pussycat, Decker can be swanky when he needs to, and trust me when I say I can be a dirty pervert when the situation calls for it.” Wiska rolled her eyes at me, which I found highly amusing.
    “All men have it in them to be dirty perverts, but the fact you actually look me in the eye when you talk to me, rather than talk to the soul sisters on my chest, means you are a decent man.”
    My smile quickly turned to a frown. “Decker talks to your boobs?” If Decker was checking Wiska out while he was not only dating but living with my cousin, I was totally putting a hit on him.
    “No, he talks to Andi’s boobs, regularly, but plenty of men spend more time wondering what size cup I wear rather than what color my eyes are.”
    “Well, if I were to be honest with you, I have been wondering what cup size you are.” Before she had a chance to look irritated, I continued, “But your eyes are blue, a pale blue that I would imagine rivals the Antarctic ice, and they have a darker blue ring around the edge which enhances the color inside.” Shit, where the fuck had my balls gone? I sounded like a damn romance novel or something.
    Wiska blushed. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I think I’ll freshen up and then see if Lionel and Casey want to go for a walk. Are you sure you don’t mind if I use your bathroom?”
    “It’s not a problem.” The thought of her all soapy and wet . . . Gah, dammit, if my dick wasn’t caged in boxer briefs, it would have bobbed eagerly with excitement. Be excited all you want, fucker. You are so not tasting that .
    I stepped forward and led her into the white bathroom with black marble counters. I grabbed a fresh towel from one of the hidden cupboards. When I turned around, I just about walked into Wiska. She was holding a tiny blue G-string and matching bra in one hand, fresh clothes in the other. My eyes were glued to the blue lace, and I tried valiantly to look away. They were just clothes for god’s sake, ignore them. But, the fact they wrapped around my favorite parts of the female body kept drawing my gaze back to the fragile fabric. I silently cursed, knowing