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Grunting as she licked him up and down, Beckett cradled her head gently and tried not to worry about the ramifications of having sex in public. “Your mouth is Heaven, Willa.” She hummed her reply, the vibrations rippling over his already sensitive skin and driving him closer to his orgasm. When she gripped harder, twisting her fist and hollowing her cheeks, he was done for. “Shit. You’re going to make me come,” he warned.

Seconds later, Beckett spilled into her mouth as fireworks worthy of the holiday appeared behind his eyes. Gold, red, blue, and just about every color of the rainbow flashed as his cock twitched one last time. Willa moaned her delight as he came down, swallowing every last drop and even licking him clean before tucking him back away.

Willa raised up and wiped the back of her hand across her swollen lips, her hair looking incredible even as it was a bit mussed. She had never looked as sexy as she did now. He couldn’t resist pulling her body into him for a kiss. Tasting himself was no issue because her natural sweetness mixed with his flavor, creating something uniquely them, something Beckettwanted to taste on her all the time.

Resting Willa’s forehead against his, he smiled and brushed their lips together one last time. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Her hand came to rest at the nape of his neck and she teased the hair there, another shiver wracking his body at her touch. “Now that I’ve had an appetizer, should we go inside and eat a real meal?”

After giving her a pointed look, Beckett raked his eyes up and down her sexy body. “I’ll eat, but my real meal comes later.” With that promise, he fixed his jeans, stepped out of the car, and reached out for her, loving the feeling of her hand as it slipped into his, knowing that no matter what happened, the night was already off to a fabulous start.

Chapter Sixteen

~Willa ~

As Willa entered Branch and Brew on Beckett’s arm, she was grateful for the dim lighting as it would hopefully hide the fierce blush on her cheeks. Not only had she just given Beckett a quick, sloppy blowjob, but she’d done it in public before meeting his brothers, some for the first time and others officially as his girlfriend. Was she his girlfriend? They hadn’t talked about it, and honestly, she had liked how casual they had kept things thus far, but suddenly the not knowing had her feeling a little nervous. Willa’s feet stumbled on their way to the table, but she was saved from hitting the cement floor when Beckett grabbed her elbow.

“Everything okay?” he asked, eyes filled with concern.

Not knowing how to tell Beckett that she was suddenly having an existential crisis about the exact terms of their relationship, Willa simply nodded and continued toward their destination. “It’s probably just a little dehydration. It is July and things did get a little heated in the car just now.” And by heated she meant hot as hell because getting her mouth around Beckett in his car had to be the single hottest moment of her life outside of the sex they normally had.

Wanting someone as badly as she wanted him was new and a little addicting. Willa hadn’t been sure he would be up for a little public romp, and truthfully it wasn’t something she had done or even considered doing before, but there was just something about him she couldn’t resist. Maybe it was how earnestly he spoke about his attraction to her or maybe it was the heat and need in his eyes, but Willa couldn’t seem to keep her hands off him.

The mention of their vehicular activities had the tips of Beckett’s ears turning pink and as hot as he was, Willa wasinterested to see he could also be that adorable, like a kid caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Clearing his throat, he placed his hand on her back, the heat from his skin searing hers as he leaned toward her. “Let’s leave more talk of that for later. I don’t want to scare the community by walking around with a tent pole in my jeans.”

Glancing down at his pants, Willa saw he was already getting hard again and smiled. “Okay by me, but we’ll definitely be talking about it later, maybe even doing a reenactment,” she said with a wink.

Beckett groaned but stifled it when they got to the longer high-top table currently occupied by a small group of very good-looking men and a single woman with light pink hair. Willa already knew Nate from work, but the other three occupants of the table were a mystery to her. “Hey guys.” Beckett greeted the table with a nod before beaming his bright smile down at her. “This is Willa. Willa this is Travis, Felix, Autumn, and you already know Nate.”

Nate glanced up from where he was furiously typing on his phone and gave her a small nod. “Hey, Willa.”

“Hey,” she said, her mouth dry. Suddenly meeting Beckett’s brothers and their friend felt like a really big deal, and Willa wasn’t sure how to handle it. Luckily, none of them seemed to pick up on her anxiety as they took turns introducing themselves.

Like Beckett, Felix was on the taller side and had shoulder-length hair that looked to be just a shade lighter than his brother’s. He slid from his stool and offered Willa a handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, Willa. Beckett has told us a lot about you.” He smiled at his brother before pulling a cute, pink-haired woman into his side and grinning at her. “This is my best friend, Autumn.”

Autumn smiled and extended a hand as well. “So good tomeet you. It will be great to have another female at the table for once. These guys think they know everything but it’ll be you and me who really get things done,” she supplied with a wink. Felix shoved her lightly and they laughed with each other before retaking their seats.

The only person left at the table was Travis who seemed to be lost in thought as his eyes roamed the murals painted on the brown walls of the brewery. After Nate elbowed him in the side, his eyes met Willa’s and he nodded politely. “Nice to meet you.”

His voice was gruff but friendly. Despite his curtness, he put her at ease. Travis resembled a burly lumberjack on commercial paper towels or a sports team, as if he could swing an axe and cut you down to size in seconds, but instead of doing that he would chop wood and build you a fire to keep you warm.

“Same.” The man did not speak again and it seemed odd until Willa remembered Beckett mentioning that Travis was typically very quiet. Clearly, he hadn’t been exaggerating. Beckett also mentioned that Travis hated crowds and loud noises, so Willa could only imagine how they had manipulated the man into coming to trivia night.

“Now that we all know each other, should we get some drinks and get ready to kick some ass?” Beckett clapped his hands together and everyone around the table seemed to perk up at the sound, even Nate had a small smile on his face as he continued to type on his phone, though it disappeared when Beckett slapped it out of his hands. “No work, Nate.”

With an exaggerated eye roll that Willa assumed was a trademark of all little brothers, Nate pocketed his phone and joined the conversation. “Fine, but you owe me a cider for every text I get from town members complaining about fireworks that goes unanswered.”

“That’s going to be a lot of cider,” Felix announced.“How about I grab the first round?” Rising from the table, Felix disappeared into a small crowd before slipping behind the bar where Willa could see Lottie gabbing away with a few customers. When Lottie finally looked up and spotted her, she gave a friendly wave. Willa smiled and returned it, grateful for the friendly face to help calm her nerves.

As it turned out, Willa’s nerves had been unnecessary. The night progressed smoothly, the six of them having a great time chatting in between trivia rounds. When they weren’t losing, badly since the theme of the night was Americana and, apparently, all of them except for Nate had forgotten the entirety of their country’s history, they were laughing and learning more about each other. The easy comradery between the brothers was like looking through the window into another world of what her own life could have been like if she’d had any siblings.

Being an only child had its own set of advantages, but as Willa watched the group of them trade good-natured barbs and inside jokes, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of what they had. Her envy only grew anytime they mentioned their parents. Her own parents weren’tbadnecessarily, but they certainly weren’t anything like how the brothers talked about the Kemps who were by their accounts, a loving couple that lived to dote on their sons as well as teach them hard work and responsibility.

The moment of resentment towards her parents soon faded as Willa tuned back into the conversation and asked Felix about his business. His blue eyes lit up at the question. Soon, he was going into detail about why he chose specific apples, how long he distilled the cider, and what flavors he liked to add during the summer. The rest of the table went silent as the man who was clearly very passionate about his work waxed poetic on the topic, though whether the brothers were quiet because they were truly listening or because they had heard his spiel at least adozen times before, she wasn’t sure.

After that Autumn spoke with Willa about her pottery business, some of which consisted of the beautifully glazed clay drinking glasses and plates they had been using all night long. The whole time she spoke, Felix beamed at the woman. Willa wondered if their relationship was more than just friendly. Since it was really none of her business and she couldn’t even seem to figure out her own relationship status, Willa decided to leave it alone.

Nate peppered in his opinions on various topics, but when he thought no one was looking he was back to typing away on his phone. The man was definitely a workaholic, but Willa was content to leave him to it as long as he wasn’t trying to talk shop with her after hours. Travis stayed mostly quiet the whole night, only offering a comment here and there when it was warranted, but there was something about his steady presence that Willa found relaxing. It was like he didn’t feel the need to add anything just for the sake of it, and that kind of person was a rare treat.

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