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“Same. So try not to screw it up.”

Jett had grown close to Koen, closer than he had to anyone ever, and the knowledge he was prepared to fully accept him into our little family meant everything to me.

“Me?”

“Who else would I be talking about?”

“Why do you assume I’d be the one to mess it up? Your nasty farts and stinky feet could drive him away.”

Setting his computer to the side, he narrowed his eyes. “Take it back.”

“Never.” I smirked, knowing what was coming next.

He pounced, knocking us both to the side, tickling me mercilessly as I attempted to dodge his fingers. We both howled with laughter until we were breathless.

“I’m happy for you, Sis.”

“Thanks, brat.”

8SEX ON THE BEACH

Koen

Taco Tuesday was a hit in more ways than one. After gorging ourselves, Jett went off to bed, giving my Angel and me some much-needed privacy. I’d never been much for cuddling, however, when our slow, passionate kisses progressed into my hand down the front of her pants, I became an instant fan.

We barely fit next to each other on the small couch, but with me on my side and Jade on her back, we made it work somehow.

“Please,” she groaned when my finger grazed her clit.

Finding her bare under the lounge pants she’d changed into earlier had been a welcome surprise, though I’d prefer if she were completely naked. She was soaked and if I wasn’t careful, I’d come in my pants quicker than a teenage boy about to lose his virginity.

“What do you need?”

“More.”

I swallowed her gasp, kissing her deeply as I slid one, then two fingers inside her core, pumping slowly. She wastight and warm. I couldn’t wait to feel the way she’d squeeze my cock. This was about her though, not me.

Breaking the kiss, her gaze never left mine. We were lost in the moment…lost in each other. It seemed so right, being here with her, and I didn’t just mean the intimacy. Living in this house with her and Jett had given me back something I’d missed since moving away from California.

A family.

“I’m close, Koen. Please don’t stop.”

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel. I want to watch when you fall apart,” I whispered against her lips.

I increased the pace of my thrusts, circling her bundle of nerves with my thumb until her inner walls began to contract. She turned her head into the side of my chest, moaning in muted pleasure when her orgasm rushed to the surface.

A smile graced my lips at the memory.

On Jade’s only night off, I took us to Top Golf, where we whacked a few golf balls. The wings and sliders we munched on were out-of-this-world good, but the best part of the evening was watching her let loose. She laughed with abandon each time she swung the club, even when she missed. And she missed a lot. I didn’t mind though, because it presented me with an opportunity to get up close and personal. Standing behind her, feeling the way her body molded to mine was worth the bruises on my ankles from her backswing.

Wacky Wednesday earned me a kiss and more not-so-cuddling, cuddle time. Being the responsible adults we were, we moved our activities to the bedroom.

It was the first night I slept with her in my arms.

Our next date, on Thirsty Thursday, involved an unusual twist on barhopping. Instead of picking our owndrinks at each place we went, I thought it would be fun to order one drink for each other. She got me beer at our first two stops, but I should’ve known it was all part of her evil plan to catch me off guard.

When we entered the third bar on my list, she strolled right up to the bartender and asked for a Harvey Wallbanger. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when he placed the highball filled with bright orange liquid in front of me. I downed the disgusting concoction in three swallows, then ordered her a whiskey neat, figuring two could play at her game.

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