Page 81 of Why Not Us?

He chuckles against my pussy. His tongue never stops, alternating from long licks to flicking around my swollen nub. He holds me in a haze of lust, my body tense with the need for release, as I moan and shift against his mouth. I need more.

“Please, Nate,” I breathe. “Finish it. Let me come.”

As though that’s what he’d been waiting for, he focuses all his attention on my clit again, sucking on it and swirling his tongue until I finally shatter, coming with a muffled scream as I bite my lips together to keep from drawing the attention of the neighbours.

He holds me against his face, keeping up the pressure on my clit, his fingers in my cunt, until all the aftershocks have subsided. He stands, kissing me messily, my cum on his lips and beard. I hook my legs around his as we make out. I can’t bring myself to stop, even though I want to finish this, but not in the hot tub. I need his body pressed to mine, need him to never stop touching me.

Then the gate opens and Taylor strides in.

I gasp, clutching at Nate to keep him between me and his brother.

Taylor laughs. “Don’t let me stop you,” he says, spinning his keys in his hand and catching them with a clack. “Though, Nate. You might want to bring your girlfriend inside before Mrs. Norris takes Bangles for a walk.”

Without another word, he goes into his suite and closes the door behind him.

I put my head on Nate’s shoulder and break into a fit of giggles. My whole body is flushed pink with the embarrassment of being caught, but I don’t care. When I look up at Nate, he’s smiling as well. He cups the side of my face, kissing me gently.

“Shall we finish this inside, princess?”

The next day, I drive my car home and take an Uber back in the afternoon, because if Dani sees my car, it’ll ruin the surprise. Plus, this way, I can have a beer with them tonight. Nate’s made a lot of beer lately that I’ve really liked and he’d mentioned his new witbier is ready and he wants me to try it.

Taylor lets me in when Nate drops him off before going to pick her up from the babysitter. We’re having a small party tonight since it’s her birthday today, though her real party is on Sunday. I’d asked Lis to bake some cupcakes, and she’d made six salted caramel cupcakes with gold sprinkles. They almost look too good to eat.

Taylor and I set out the snacks while we wait for Nate and Dani to get back.

“So you haven’t told Dani yet, huh?” Taylor says, filling a bowl with chips. “It’s been what? A month?”

I shake my head. “Six weeks. Nate wants to wait a bit longer, though.”

“Kids are smart,” he says. “She’s going to figure it out eventually, if she hasn’t already.”

I shrug helplessly. “It’s not my place. She’s Nate’s daughter. Not mine.”

“Listen, Ad.” Taylor stops what he’s doing, meeting my eyes. “I love my brother. I will go to bat for him every time. And I really think you’re good for him. I hope he’s good for you, too, of course. All that said, my brother is a fucking idiot when it comes to emotions. Don’t be afraid to push him a little. He needs it.”

“Do you think—” I cut myself off, because maybe I shouldn’t be asking Taylor this.

“Go ahead, Ad,” he says.

“Do you think… he could be…” But I can’t say it. Because I don’t want Taylor to say no.

“Do I think Nate is falling in love with you?” he guesses anyway.

My cheeks heat, because I’ve basically confessed that I’m falling in love with Nate. To his brother and not to him.

Taylor sighs and takes a tray of taquitos from the oven. “I’ve known my brother my whole life. He’s one of my best friends. If I were to hazard a guess, I’d say he is falling in love with you and he has no idea. He’s not going to realize it until it hits him in the side of the head.”

I laugh and my phone buzzes with a text from Nate saying they’re on their way back.

“That him?” Taylor asks.

I nod.

We finish up with the snacks and appetizers.

“What do you think I should do?” I ask.

“That’s for you to decide. I can only tell you what I’ve noticed.” We take a seat in the family room so we’re not visible from the front door. “He talks more with you than anyone I’ve ever seen. When Dad died, he shut down a little. He was twenty, I was seventeen. Then, when I turned eighteen, Mom decided she wanted to travel. So she left. Nate shut down a little more. He was always kind of introverted. Now, I see him opening up. You do that for him.” He shrugs. “I guess, keep doing what you’re doing.”

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