Page 44 of Hearts Adrift
This is something Theo has never done to me.
Or anyone on earth, for that matter.
It’s a fantasy I never had—a particular fantasy that I’m having and immediately approving of.
If I thought my nipples were sensitive to his tongue—I hadnoglimpseof an idea what it could do to my asshole.
The way every drag of his tongue causes my body to tremble with pleasure I can’t in any way suppress. And just when one wave of ecstasy rockets through me, his tongue casts another one before I’m ready, over and over again.
He isn’t holding back.
And holy fuck, I don’t want him to.
“There you are,” comes Heather’s voice from fucking left field.
I freeze in place, staring ahead.
Heather is at the other end of the kitchen carrying a box of balloons, which she promptly sets down on the back counter, then rolls her eyes at me. “Ugh, you know I hate when you strut around here shirtless. We all know you’re a gym freak. No need toannounceit all the time.”
I’m gripping the kitchen island. My eyes won’t close. A Hollywood actor has his face buried in my ass. And even with my sister entering the kitchen, he still hasn’t stopped.
“Did Brooke get ahold of you about the birthday?”
I’m literally out of breath. And mortified. And totally fucking confused. “B-Birthday?”
“Yes. The big birthday scheduled for tomorrow.”
Even with River out of sight and my naked bottom half hidden behind the kitchen island, I can’t believe she hasn’t noticed anything. I can only count my lucky stars it isn’t Brooke who came in here; she’d read the sex all over my face and I’d never hear the end of it.
That doesn’t mean Heather can’t learn the truth just by sidestepping a teensy bit around the kitchen island.
“Our caterer fucked us,” says Heather, who abruptly comes up to the island on the opposite side, alarming me. “You need to get one of your friends, maybe Malik from the Blue Coral, to make us a nice big cake.”
“A nice big cake …” I echo, while River shamelessly continues to eat mine.
“Sweet sixteen. And the parents are fussy, so it has to be agoodcake. Agoodandsolidcake.”
“Good …” I suppress a groan. “… s-solid cake …”
River’s tongue digs deeper inside.
I let out a whimper and grip the counter tighter.
Heather shoots me a look. “What’s wrong with you? Change protein powders again? Giving you cramps? I can leave the room if you gotta rip one or something.”
For fuck’s sake, Heather, I’m not ripping anything, I just need you to leave. “I’ll go check with M-Malik about that cake. Pronto. Will do it tonight.”
“Now would be better, in case he’s busy.”
“Now then,” I agree through another suppressed groan.
“Finn …” She looks away with a sigh, then faces me. “I’ve given it a lot of thought. And I think I’ve … been … a bad sister to you lately.”
I want this apology, butnot right now. “Heather …”
“I know it seems like I keep taking Theo’s side. I have my own feelings to deal with. He’s more or less been in all of our lives for nearly a decade since you two were teens and I was helping the both of you study for your algebra midterms.” She chuckles at that, thinking warmly of it. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better.”
River’s tongue chooses right then to be better.
