Page 11 of Lit Up by My Brother's Best Friend

Our bodies slap together, and the sounds of wetness intermingled with her groans are making me harder than I’ve ever been.

I’m grinding down on her so that with each thrust I’m rubbing her clit as I slam into her. Over and over. And each time she shouts my name, I pump into her harder.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.

“Come for me, baby. Squeeze my cock. Uhhh… that’s right, baby. Take it again.”

She screams as her body trembles with a second wave of pleasure. I rub my thumb on her clit, desperate to see her shatter again. And when I do, her mouth hangs open and she’s gasping for air as I see shudders rack her body again.

“Oh my God, Hunter,” she’s moaning my name like it’s a fucking benediction as I blow my load into her.

I collapse on top of her, still inside her, not wanting to let go.

Chapter 7

SIERRA

It was too perfect.Heis too perfect. Everything about last night was too perfect. Okay. Minus the little snafu with the fence.

It’s just all too perfect, and I’m panicking. It’s true that I’ve barely woken up, but as my eyes crinkle open, I can just tell that something is off. I mean, my whole life (basically) I’ve thought that Hunter is too cool for me, too good for me, and then one magical night everything changes. Nuh uh. That only happens in fairy tales. Not real life. And certainly not my real life.

But when I stretch out onto my bed, I feel that Hunter is still there. That’s a good sign.

Then again, after he took me on the couch a few times, he fulfilled his promise of making me come on his tongue. In my bed. Two more times. Oh my God. Like I said, it’s just too perfect. It can’t last.

Hunter groans beside me. “Morning, Sweets.” He presses a lingering kiss into my hair. Thankfully, since I’m not a huge fan of morning kisses until I’ve brushed my teeth.

RING.

RING.

RING.

“Just a sec,” I say to Hunter while I dismiss the call without looking at the caller.

RING.

RING.

RING.

“Maybe you should answer that.” He grins at me. Clasping his hands behind his head, he leans back as if he has all the time in the world.

I check the caller ID and see that it’s my brother.

“Okay, maybe I should. It’s Wyatt.”

I turn to answer the call but when I roll back to tell Hunter that I’ll just be a minute, I see that he’s gotten up to go to the washroom.

“Sierra?” I hear Wyatt’s voice, and it almost sounds frantic. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered my calls?”

“What calls?”

“All thirty six of them.” Ooooh. He sounds a smidgeon upset.

“Thirty six?”

“Yes, Sierra. Thirty six. What’s going on? Are you alright?”

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