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“No,” I say, pushing away before I say fuck it. “But a man can hope, can’t he?”
My length glistens, coated with her wetness, a pool of pre-cum dotting the tip. I find my shorts, rip open the condom, and roll it down my shaft in record time.
I hover over her in a half push-up and feel her fingers lightly draw a line across my clavicle. “There are boaters on the lake,” she whispers. “Think they can see us?”
“Maybe.”
“Should we go in?”
Knowing she’s already ready for me, I rest the head of my cock against her and thrust until I’m fully seated inside her body. She moans my name, her nails digging into my shoulder blades.
“You want to stop and go in?” I ask, retracting until I’m almost out before laying it to her again.
“Branch!” she calls, sweat glazing her skin as she gives her entire body to me.
“Was that a stop?”
“No,” she whimpers, skimming her hands to my hips. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Watching her full tits bounce with every slam of my body against hers, I chuckle. “If you say so.”
CHAPTER 10
LAYLA
“Come in.” I watch the doorway to see who is on the other side. My heart starts to race as I hope it might be Branch coming in for round three.
Round one, on the patio, was the most voyeuristic sexcapade I’ve ever had. Round two, almost an hour later, was a quickie with my hands against the refrigerator door. It was an impromptu bang session that resulted from him coming down in a pair of boxers and me bent over picking up a piece of ice off the floor.
Although my body aches, and my neck apparently kinked at some point and is beginning to scream in discomfort much the same way I was screaming his name just a little while ago, I would totally, absolutely, with no hesitation say yes to round three. And four. And five.
The thought of Branch’s hands touching my skin makes me shiver as I await the opening of the door. I love the way they feel rough, almost like a fine sandpaper, against me and the way his stubble scratches along my skin.
Poppy trounces in, a wide, jovial smile parting her pinked cheeks, ruining my daydream.
“There you are!” she says, almost skipping to the side of the bed where I sit. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Did you guys just get back?” I ask, glancing at the clock. “You were gone forever.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind. Besides, you can get lost on backroads, you know.”
Even if she wasn’t my best friend, I’d know that look in her eye. “Don’t even tell me. He’s my brother,” I gag.
“Who else am I supposed to talk about it with? You’re my bestie.”
“You’re out of luck on this one. There’s not a detail in the world I want to know about Finn,” I flinch. “Just the thought makes me ill.”
“If he weren’t your brother, the things I’d?—”
“But. He. Is.”
She giggles, her happiness contagious, as she sits on the bed beside me. “Tell me what you were doing while we were off back-roading.”
“I got some work done. Made a few calls . . .”
“Got in a fight with a cat and it clawed the top of your boobs . . .”
“What?” I look down to see red marks from Branch’s fingers and lips marking my chest. “Shit.”
