Page 56 of Messing With My Brother's Best Friends

I was staking my claim as I traced the line of her neck, watching her shiver as my fingertips skated across sensitive skin, then moved lower, across her collarbone, and then to the swell of her breast. My eyes flicked up, seeking permission and confirmation that she was on board with this, just in time to watch her lips part. A look of shock, of wonder, crossed her face as I eased the strap down.

“Kendall…”

I wanted to offer her one last out, to tell me to stop, that she didn’t want me or this, but the selfish part of me wouldn’t be denied. Maybe this was the start of something, or maybe it was the end, but I couldn’t think of that as I pushed the cup away. Her breast, her nipple bounced free, pulled tight and waiting for me.

All I could do was answer.

Fuck, my finger traced the shape of that little nub, her skin like the softest of satin, and her hand went to the back of my head as I lunged forward.

She filled my mouth, resolving an ache I hadn’t even noticed until it was gone, my tongue flicking across her nipple and going back for more when she let out a throaty moan. Water was pounding down on both of us, but my heart felt like it was beating way harder and faster, deafening me to everything but her. Her moan, the slight buck of her hips, then when she found my cock trapped in my pants, the way her body undulated against it. I sucked harder, torturing her nipple, because then I was rewarded by more sounds.

Gasps, moans, little hisses, over and over until I was forced to pull free. Honey and some other shit dripped from me onto her, but before this was done, I’d be smearing something else across her skin. My cum, that’s what I wanted, marking every inch of her. Before that though was this, unclasping her bra and freeing her other breast, then pulling that little nipple to hardness with my tongue before I started to move lower.

“Gage…”

I didn’t want to hear it, not when I knelt at her feet, my clothes and boots getting wetter by the second.

“Gage…”

That was what I wanted her to call out, loud enough to fill the whole house, to announce to the street what we were doing. That I was claiming my girl and finally making her mine. But right now my hands went to her belt, starting to work her pants down.

“Gage, you need to get cleaned up.” She shot me a sheepish smile as I stopped where I was. “You’re still a freaking mess and you’re getting mustard in your eye.”

“I don’t care.” I couldn’t pretend for shit, but any ability I did have evaporated right now. My heart and soul were completely exposed, throbbing like a cut nerve. “I don’t give a fuck. You don’t have to do a thing, not even touch me, but Kendall.” My hands wrapped around her pants’ waistband in question. “Let me do this for you. Let me kneel before you and worship you. I don’t need you to do a fucking thing for me, but let me do this for you.”

“And why would I do that?” My heart went to my throat as she stepped closer, letting her fingers trail through the mess of my hair. “You think you’re the only one that was trying to hide how much you wanted to touch me? How about you, parading your heavage around all the time.”

“Heavage?” I asked, right as she gestured to my chest.

“Muscles on muscles and tattoos as well. You know that shit is girl kryptonite, right?” She hauled me back up to my feet. “How about we play a different kids’ game? You show me yours.” Her eyes slid down my body. “All of yours, and I’ll show you mine.”

“And then what?”

I couldn’t stop myself from growling that out, but she just smiled.

“Then we’ll find out what we always could’ve been doing if you weren’t such a dick.”

Chapter 30

Kendall

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. One minute Gage was standing there in pants and his boots and then, naked. Maybe something happened in the meantime, but I didn’t remember. My mind just seemed to stutter as he straightened up after tossing his boots to one side, struggling to take in everything he’d just revealed.

Damn…

Gage was big, I knew that academically, but seeing was different to imagining. It wasn’t just the muscles on top of muscles. The guy had cum channels on his abs for fucks’ sake, but as my eyes dropped down I saw just how big he was.

Damn…

Like that was not going to fit anywhere at all, ever, so why the hell did my mouth go dry at the thought of it? His hand slid down and encircled his cock, giving it a few experimental tugs, the head just growing a deeper red before he pulled away.

“You’ve seen mine.” His bare feet slapped in the pooling water. “Now it’s time to see yours.”

I wanted to say no, nope, I’ve changed my bloody mind because the harsh light of the bathroom wouldn’t do me any favours, but my mouth closed when he got close.

“Please, Kendall.” OK, going forward I only wanted to date guys who begged to see me naked. “Baby, please. You’ve got no fucking idea how much I’ve been waiting. I need…”

He didn’t get to finish that sentence because there was only one way to do this. I toed off my work shoes and kicked them aside before peeling off my damp pants and underwear, the sound of fabric sucking as it stuck to my skin not sexy at all. Any worries I had were tossed aside when he tilted my chin up so I saw every moment of his supremely masculine satisfaction.

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