Page 38 of Pucked and Pregnant

I press a trail of open-mouthed kisses up the insides of her thighs. The sound she makes when I trace my tongue from her opening up to her clit is art in its purest form. I lick and suck on that sensitive bundle of nerves until I feel her legs start to shake.

Her back arches into a perfect crescent as I slip two fingers inside her. I work her hard with my fingers and tongue, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

A slight clenching of her thigh muscles is the only warning I get before she comes fast and hard, screaming my name.

She grabs my hair and jerks me upright, kissing my neck, shoulders, lips, collarbone—anywhere she can reach.

Her hands shake and fumble as she pulls my lounge pants down. I can’t help but feel a burst of pride realizing that I gave her an orgasm so powerful that she can hardly concentrate.

Her hand wraps around my dick, stroking me slowly enough that I know she’s deliberately teasing me.

“Keep that up and I’m not going to last long enough to get you into my bed, angel.”

She kisses me hard on the mouth. “To hell with the bedroom. Fuck me right here, right now, on this table.”

I swear she must have taken up residency in my head because I’ve been fantasizing about doing this ever since the day she came back.

Her nails dig into my back as I ease into her. Once I’m fully seated inside, I swear I see stars.

I want to take my time with her but her hips rock against mine, and she begs me to go faster, to fuck her harder.

“Don’t think this is the end of things, angel,” I murmur in her ear. “I am going to fuck you in my bed like a proper gentleman. And once I’ve done that, I am going to fuck you in every room and on every surface so that there isn’t a spot in this placethat doesn’t remind me of you and how good you feel wrapped around my cock.”

Every last muscle in her body clenches as she comes, a silent scream biting into my shoulder.

The sheer force of her orgasm causes me to come with her. I grip her hips hard as I spill my seed inside her.

Fuck, that was incredible. I don’t want to ever let her go.

I need to figure out how to make this a reality without destroying every single friendship I have.

11

LIV

What was supposed to be just a one-night thing ended up turning into an entire week. I didn’t intend to stay so long, but it felt impossible to leave.

Things were easier, quieter staying at Aiden’s place. Max had tried too hard, suggesting sibling-bonding activities and other ways to improve our relationship. It was too much.

Aiden and I just did our own thing. We even managed to keep our hands to ourselves, that is, until we couldn’t anymore.

If I ever decide to settle down enough to live with a man, I want it to resemble living with Aiden.

It could be your reality now if you weren’t such a coward.

I am not a coward. It’s perfectly reasonable not to want a serious relationship with one of your brother’s best friends.

That type of situation is always complicated, messy, and ends poorly. Breakups are never easy but based on what I’ve seen from my college friends, it’s even worse when it’s someone you know well.

Honestly, I think the only reason our friendship survived the summer I turned sixteen was because it was a purely physicalthing. I would have lost them all if I had let myself get emotionally attached.

I can already feel myself settling into a routine and getting comfortable with Aiden, which is exactly why I have to put on my big girl pants and call Max.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey, it’s good to hear from you.”

The smile in his voice eases some of the knots in my stomach. “You too.”

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