I touch his shoulders, urging him upward till he stops, his mouth latching onto my nipple through my bra, sucking and sucking and swirling his tongue until the mesh is soaked through.
“Oh j-jesus that f-feels…” Yeah. That good.
When our mouths finally meet, we’re tortured and aroused at the same time, noisily groaning our relief. His large, hard body is smooth and firm, and I can feel every inch of him.
Every solid inch.
He’s so hard.
His dick is so hard.
It feels s-so… so… oh god...
But I’m not relieved—not nearly—and won’t be until he gives me what we both want. Lord, listen to me, using words I’ve written in my own books—chapter seven, as a matter of fact.
Thank god I didn’t blurt it out loud. Then again, as I get to know him better, it would probably turn him on hearing me talk all smutty and dirty.
His skin is sweaty and warm and I want to lick him all over.
I want him to lick me all over. All. Over.
And then, as if reading my mind… he does.
Yes! Shit yes.
“Do you like that, baby?” he murmurs as his hot lips follow a path from my stomach to my clavicle. Normally I can’t stand tallking during sex—and I can’t stand the word baby—but coming from Collin? He can call me anything he wants. I am putty in his large, capable hands.
My overactive imagination kicks into overdrive as the sound of our panting and kissing fills the air. I do nothing but lie like a limp rag doll beneath him, raising my arms above my head and grabbing hold of the fluffy pillow.
“I knew it was you the moment I saw you.” His praises reach my soul, even as his mammoth hands worship my breasts. “You’re all I think about. Jesus, Tabitha, stop rocking your hips like that.”
But I don’t stop. I release the pillow, reaching my hands between our bodies to stroke him up and down through his boxer briefs. He’s long and ready and throbbing. “Why are we still wearing fucking clothes? Take these off.”
The wait is unbearable.
Agonizing.
I’m begging now. “Please, Collin, take them off.”
“You don’t have to fucking tell me twice.” He rolls off me to swiftly strip himself bare, and I do the same, fumbling to unclasp my bra and peel off my underwear, dropping them to the floor.
“I don’t know if I can wait.” Collin licks my ear lobe as he settles himself between my thighs, stiff in all the right places. I moan my appreciation—loudly—into the hollow of his neck when he rotates his pelvis, grinding into me, and press a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “I’m gonna make you come so hard.””
I want more.
He gives it to me.
Yes… Yes, Collin. More.
A distraction: that’s what she’s been for the past several weeks. I wanted her blonde, beautiful, and beneath me.
And now she’s here.
Her neck thrown back as my mouth eagerly imprints the smooth, bare skin of her shoulder, Tabitha’s golden hair spills across my pillow. I brush the hair out of her face, cupping her jawline with my palm.
My thumb strokes her bottom lip and I lower my chin until our lips meld together. Brush back and forth. Once. Twice.
I savor the feel of our naked bodies pressed together, impatient to feel her around my hardened cock, the pulsing between my legs almost un-fucking-bearable, wanting to dig in deep.
I don’t want to rush her, but—
“Condom, now. Collin, Collin,” she chants my name. “Enough playing around. I need it now.”
I give it to her then, sliding in and nailing her slow and fast and… motherfucker… Soft and hard and… fuck, Tabitha, right fucking there… Slick with sweat, the air thick with urgency, we move in sync, whispering. Demanding. Coaxing.
Gasping.
The fucking moaning never ends.
“Yes… oh, mmm, God, Collin… Collin… Uh! Oh god…”
“...Hold on tight to the headboard, baby... Fuck me, Tabitha, just like that…”
“…Right there… p-please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t… stop…”
We’re raw. We’re tender.
We’re a walking, talking cliché.
Fuck. Yeah.
We settle into a pattern after our night together—meeting at Blooming Grounds during the work week; he works and I write. Laughing, talking. Dinners. Hiking.
Movies at his place.
Our feelings for each other grow; we ache.
We burn.
We hold hands, talk, kiss constantly. Cuddle.
Touch.
And have sex. Lots and lots of hot, incredible sex.
We make love, too.
Collin Keller is everything I’ve ever wanted—everything I’ve only fantasized about in writing.
B lare watched Adam from across the bedroom as he pulled off his shirt, stalked over, and pulled back the covers on his side of her bed. Sliding in, he reached over, trailing a hand down her bare stomach. “Tired?” he asked, kissing her shoulder.
“Yes and no,” she said, stretching like a feline alley cat, satisfied and content. “It was a long day.” Blare might have worked for her parents during the day, but she had a side project she worked on at night. Moonlighting as an artist was taking its toll.
Adam went further down her body, disappearing under the covers. “Sweetie, don’t you think it’s time to tell someone besides me?” His voice was tentative and unsure. He’d suggested it before, but… “I’m not ready. Give me time.”
“When will it be time, Blare? It’s been over a year.”
Blare stiffened under his inquisition, but softened immediately when his fingers… did that thing... right… there…in that spot… “Yes. I know. I will, but I have to be the one to tell, okay? Promise you won’t say anything.”
He kissed her neck. Nipped at her breasts. Licked in that spot that drove her absolutely wild.
“Baby, I promise.” Adam kissed her abs. Her belly button. “You can trust me. I won’t tell a soul….”
Blare lost herself in him then as he worshiped her body. Loving him.
Trusting him...
“Greyson tells me you’ve been spending shit tons of time with my sister. That’s a big change from her avoiding you at your party.” That’s something I’ve always respected about Cal since he started dating Greyson; he doesn’t fuck around. When he wants to know something, he asks—he doesn’t beat around the bush, and he’s not passive aggressive.
But that doesn’t mean I have to give him a full shakedown of my personal business.
I glance over my shoulder in the direction of the restrooms, where the girls have disappeared to. We’re at a bar in Calumet, the city where Cal attends an Ivy League university, and coordinated the trip for a weekend Greyson happened to be staying with him.
Win-win for all of us.
For Tabitha and me, it was like killing two birds with one stone, getting to visit them both at once. It’s also the first time our siblings will see us acting like an actual couple.