Page 53 of The Winning Ticket

Morgan glances over at us but doesn’t say anything while she continues chatting to Annelisa about wedding dresses.

“Are we still on for bridesmaid dress shopping next weekend?” Bri asks.

I feel her body shift closer. The bubbles are on, distorting the water, and to anyone else, it most likely isn’t noticeable, but her leg is now firmly pressed against mine. With this many bodies in here, it’s kind of hard not to touch one another, although I am aware that Kylie manages not to touch me despite being on my other side.

I press my thigh back against Bri’s.

“Yeah. And I’ve persuaded Mum that this should just be us girls. She was such a pain in the butt when I was wedding dress shopping with her that day. I’d rather not have to deal with that when we’re looking for your dresses,” Morgan replies, utterly oblivious to the fact that her little sister’s hand has drifted to my thigh, dangerously close to my slowly hardening cock.

Bri’s pinky finger brushes against my semi, and it takes all my willpower not to move. I take a mouthful of beer, attempting to appear normal. When Bri’s finger continues to move, I place my drink on the side of the spa and slowly slip my hand beneath the water, attempting to appear as though I’m scratching my leg while I grip her hand, squeezing her fingers before lacing them through mine. She continues to act completely normal, and I marvel at how good she is at this little game we’re playing. She’d managed to touch me under the table so many times during dinner that it had taken an admirable amount of my self-control not to pin her down and have my way with her on the table, guests be damned.

“Oh, thank god, ’cause I won’t lie, after that brief visit last Sunday, I was not looking forward to it,” Bri says, and her sister laughs.

“Do you ladies want to come along, too?” Morgan asks, looking over at Tara and Kylie.

With Morgan’s attention diverted, I let go of Bri’s hand, but now it’s my turn to make her squirm. Moving my hand slowly, I inch my fingers across her leg, turning my hand so that my pinky brushes against her clit through her swimmers when I grip the inside of her thigh. I feel her leg twitch, and she opens her legs slightly, neither of us showing any visible reaction when I begin to move my finger slowly back and forth, teasing her with my gentle touch. Finally, she covers a small gasp with a sizeable gulp of wine.

“Oh, that would be great, thanks,” Kylie says beside me.

I’ve lost track of what they are all talking about while I apply more pressure with my finger, feeling Bri tremble slightly. She drains her wine glass and stands up slowly, and my hand glides down her leg below the water.

“I’ll be back. Does anyone need a top-up?” she asks, and I seem to be the only one aware of how breathless she sounds.

After a chorus of “No” from everyone else, she climbs out of the spa and disappears inside.

Waiting a few minutes, I excuse myself, claiming I need to put the dessert in the oven and head in.

When I step through the door, Bri’s arm appears from nowhere and yanks me to the side of the door. Her lips meet mine, and she kisses me hungrily. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close.

“I’m over this now. I just want them all to leave so I can get you naked again,” she says, trailing kisses down my neck.

“I thought you were enjoying the games, Little B,” I say, hiking her leg up to my hip so I can grind against her, and she moans.

“I was until you showed how skilled you are with just one finger, JJ. Now I just want to be alone with you.”

I look back towards the terrace, listening to make sure no one has followed behind me.

“We’ve got a few minutes before anyone misses us, I reckon,” I say, lifting her off her feet entirely.

She wraps her legs around me while I move us into the main bathroom, the only door with a lock.

“Not enough time for sex, but I think I can work with that time frame. I’m so fucking horny right now,” she says, quickly unlacing my boardshorts.

Loving seeing this side of her, I kiss her hard while I slide my hand inside her bikini bottoms and begin rubbing her clit while her hand glides up and down my painfully hard cock.

“Fuck, Bri,” I groan before pulling my head back to watch her face while I thrust a finger inside her, continuing to circle her clit with my thumb. She bites her lip, and I bring my forehead to hers. She picks up the pace with her hand, and my hips begin moving of their own accord, moving in time with my hand, and I add a second finger, thrusting harder inside her.

“Oh God, Jake. I’m coming,” she cries out.

“Hold on, Bri. I’m close, and I want us to come together,” I say with a groan, and she takes a sharp breath before crushing her mouth to mine while her hand speeds up.

Seconds later, I can feel my orgasm about to explode, and I stare into her eyes while I whisper, “Now, Bri.”

We both cry out when we come together, and I spill into her hand and onto her abdomen while I feel her clench around my fingers.

We slowly regain our breath, and I kiss her forehead before she rests it on my chest.

“That was hot,” she mutters against my pec, and I laugh.

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