Page 9 of Sexy AF
She grabbed one of the cat-food cans and opened it. Then she took out a silver bowl and filled it with water. “Well, we’re here now.”
Sparkles took that moment to bolt. The ball of white fur disappeared fast. I asked, “Where’d your cat go?”
Carrie shrugged, took the litter and pan, and set them up in the closet near the garage. “He’ll explore. He’ll find me when he’s hungry.”
It seemed that Sparkles had everything he needed. We were alone. I wrapped my hands around her. “Come here.” Then I planted my lips on hers.
She sighed, clearly wanting me too. Her body pressed to mine made me hard. I needed her like I needed oxygen. I hoped she was ready for me. I brushed my hand against her hot ass and squeezed. She made my entire body burn.
Her kiss deepened, and I hoped that meant she was ready.Damn, she is perfect for me.I felt like I was eighteen with her.
Her hands curled around my short dark curls, and she made out with me like she still cared. I reached to her legs and lifted the hem of the sexy little dress. It was our wedding night.
Then I picked her up and placed her on the counter, as it was the nearest thing that put her sweet pussy in view. She tugged on my hair and neck to keep me close, but then I heard the front door click.
She stopped touching me and fixed her hair, which had come out of the neat updo she’d had all day. “Who has your key?”
I helped her down, despite my raging hard-on, and called out, “Hello?”
“It’s Max.” He walked in, holding a pizza box. “You’re both expected to attend a small family celebration. Carrie’s mom brought the cake.”
My fucking brothers. This was my damn wedding night. Any man with common sense might see that. Maybe it wouldn’t be fratricide if I killed him right then and got back to what I was doing with Carrie.
I stayed behind the counter and blinked off the violence I’d imagined. I would never react that way, but she had me twisted and aching with need.
