Page 65 of Christmas with Brother's Best Friends
I scoff at him and move back to match his steps, shadows reaching out for me. “Talk sense into me? All you did was insult him and steal me away from my business meeting!”
“Business meeting? Have you ever had a business meeting at an expensive sushi restaurant that’s a hot spot for date nights?” Ryan questions me, backing me up into the alleyway.
I swallow hard as he looms over me. “I didn’t know that. But you still can’t crash my dinners! You’re not—”
“Your boyfriend? Yeah, you made that clear!” Ryan bites out. “But I’m still going to look out for you because that’s what you do when you care about somebody!”
“You’re going to get us in trouble, Ryan!” I tell him as I grab the front of his black coat, giving him a shake that barely moves his body an inch.
Ryan places his hand over mine, keeping me close as he gazes down at me. It’s so dark that I can barely make out the features of his face, but I can see his eyes. “And if I don’t care?”
I exhale shakily as heat pools low in my stomach, the intoxicating smell of his cologne washing over me. “Ryan…”
I can’t. He can’t. We can’t.
But we do.
Ryan leans down and crashes his lips against mine, his free hand gripping the back of my neck.
I fist his coat even more, losing the battle in my mind and submitting to my desires. I let him back me up against the nearest brick wall, shadows cloaking us as our bodies press together.
Ryan’s other hand travels down my side, tracing the curves of my figure. He groans at the feeling and grazes his teeth along my bottom lip in a needy bite.
I moan into his mouth and slip my hand under his coat, clawing at the back of his shirt. He needs to be closer. So much closer.
Ryan seems to sense my neediness and slips his hand under my skirt, his fingertips brushing over the thin material of my panties. “Fuck, you’ve already soaked your panties, angel.”
I press my mouth against the front of his shoulder as he applies more pressure, muffling my own sounds of pleasure. Heat blooms from between my thighs, growing more intense with each teasing rub of his fingers against the fabric.
Ryan finally tugs my panties to the side and slides his fingers through my folds, immediately groaning. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
“Ryan,” I gasp as his fingers glide over my clit. A jolt of bliss crackles through me before simmering down into addictive heat. He’s so good with his hands.
Ryan gives me exactly what I need, moving his fingertips in slow, steady circles to make the heat within me burn hotter. He slides his free hand into my hair and tightens his grip, dragging me close enough so that he can whisper in my ear. “Stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear you, right?”
His warning just turns me on even more. I let out a weak whimper as he slips a finger inside of me and rocks it in and out, making me even wetter. It’s effortless for him to push in another finger.
“Squeezing my fingers so good,” Ryan praises me as he curls them deep, rocking the heel of his hand against my clit.
My thighs threaten to clamp around his wrist as he works his fingers in and out of me, making the pressure in my stomach build rapidly. I scratch at his back through his shirt, doing everything in my power to stay quiet as I get closer to my release.
“Oh… please…” I whimper.
Ryan grins against my ear. “Want to come, baby? Are you going to come all over my fingers?”
I nod fervently as I sink my nails into his back, needing to hold onto something to ground myself. His hand grinds against my clit so perfectly, and combined with the perfect thrusts of his fingers, I’m a goner.
“Oh—” I cut myself off by biting the shoulder of his coat, muffling myself as my orgasm shudders through my entire body.
Ryan pins me against the wall, keeping me upright as my legs threaten to buckle under me. He keeps slowly rocking his fingers in and out of me, drawing out the bliss as much as he can until I’m sensitive to the touch. “That’s a good girl.”
I tremble in his grasp for a few seconds, catching my breath as my face burns from the heat. The pleasure lingers, keeping me warm in the cold night air. Eventually, I release him, and he slips his hand out from between my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ryan murmurs before cupping my face and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. “So fucking beautiful.”
My heart flutters at his sweet words, but as the pleasure and warmth fade away, reality takes their place. Instead of telling him the truth, I broke our agreement and let him finger me inpublic. What the hell am I doing?
I swallow hard as I fix my panties and my skirt with shaky hands, my eyes dropping from his. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
