Page 95 of Forgotten Pieces

She pushes herself up on the bed, the sheet falling away from her. I grow hard as her naked body straddles my lap. “You know, you could do a lot more than just look.”

“Is that right?” I ask, my hands landing on her thighs.

“You can do anything that you want,” she says as she leans forward slightly, her hair falling over her shoulders as she presses her hands into my chest.

I move my hands to her ass and pull her forward so the heat of her pussy hits my lower abs. “Hmm, what should I do to you?”

She grinds herself against my hip bones as I lean forward to kiss her when the sound of tires on the gravel drive stop us both.

“Fuck,” she yells as she tries to get out of my grip.

I let her go and we both jump out of the bed. She looks for her clothes but we took them off outside on the deck last night when we made love under the stars.

I walk to the window and see Mac’s truck in the drive. I turn around and laugh at her as she runs around buck ass naked looking for something to put on.

“What are you laughing at?” she screeches. “We need to find my clothes so I can sneak out the window or something.”

I bite my thumb as I watch her, my dick getting hard again as she bends over, her luscious ass in my face. “Your clothes are outside, birdie.”

“Fuck me.” She runs into my closet and grabs a pair of my shorts and one of my old t-shirts, throwing it on and she scrambles out of the closet. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“Mac’s seen me naked before.”

She freezes in her tracks. “Mac has seen you—motherfucker.”

I grab a pair of shorts out of my hamper just as Mac walks in.

“Unfortunately, I have seen him naked. Not the prettiest thing to look at.” Mac looks over at her and smirks. “’Course you seem to have a different opinion.”

Her face turns the color of a tomato. I am sure she is going to lock herself in the bathroom, but she walks over to me and punches me in the arm.

“Asshole, you could have told me it was your stupid cousin. I thought Shelley was here.”

Mac cuts in before I can answer. “Now that would have been an awful predicament.”

“You better not tell anyone about this, Donald Maclan,” she says.

Mac puts his fingers up to his lips and twists like he is locking in a secret. “Won’t tell a soul. Well except your brother-in-law because he owes me twenty bucks now.”

“You two are the worst.”

I put my hands up in surrender. “I had nothing to do with this, T.”

“Not you,” she says then points at Mac. “Him and his stupid best friend.”

“You should really give your sister a present. Brooks has been buggin’ her for days and she just kept denying everything.”

“Good, because there is nothing going on here,” Tacoma shouts.

I laugh out loud at that one.

Mac looks at me and grins. “In all the years I’ve known my cousin, I have never seen him this happy. Well except maybe eight years ago. I knew something was going on.”

“Well it’s not.”

Mac crosses his arms. “Then why do you have his clothes on?”

I wrap my arms around Tacoma from behind and give her a kiss on the head. “Mac isn’t going to say anything.” I look at him with a sternness.

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