Page 90 of Three Pucking Ex's Brothers
“Nora,” I breathe, softly.
“Yes, Tommy?”
“Can I ask you a question?”
She licks her lips, her gaze flashing to mine. “Anything.”
I look at her, my stomach doing somersaults as my heart races in my chest, my dick twitching of its own accord. My headfeels a little fuzzy, and I’m acutely aware of how tight my jeans waistband is and that I’m starting to sweat.
But I try to push the sensory things aside and focus on what Ineedto know.
“Do you…” I swallow hard, knowing the words that follow will never be able to be stuffed back in place once they’re out. “Do you want me to kiss you? Right now, I mean? I mean, you’re staring at my mouth, and I kind of think you’re flirting with me, but I’m not sure and…”
Nora smiles, her cheeks pinkening up once more. “Wow, that is um…”
I frown, worried I’ve misspoke or misread the situation—after all, it wouldn’t be the first time—but she looks back up at me. I run a hand through my hair as I tense.
“Sorry, I just…” I look at her, and the words come easily. Too easily. “I would ratheraskyou directly because otherwise if I kiss you, and youdon’twant that, I’ll feel like an asshole.” My cheeks heat. “And I’m not necessarily experienced with this sort of thing, so?—”
I feel her hand gently rest on my hip, see the warmth in her eyes as she holds my gaze.
It’s silent, save for the sound of passing cars outside and the heavy thump of my heart.
“Yes, Tommy,” she says carefully. “I do. Want to kiss you.” She says the words like they’re delicate.
I hear them, and then Ifeelthem.
I do. Want to kiss you.
Maybe it’s the words or the strange warmth between us. But whatever it is, I don’t fight it. I lean in just the slightest, bridging that gap between us. I grace my lips over hers, so soft and faint because I can’t be sure this is real. That what’s happening between us isreal.
But the minute I feel her lips, something else takes over. I settle my hand on her hip, and her bodyleansinto me with ease, her hand settling onmyhip, and she presses her lips against mine with a gentle pressure, and my body overrides my brain.
I move my lips slowly against hers, feeling them. Tasting them.
She tastes like blueberries and cherries and sweet sugary cream, and I like it.
I like a whole hell of a lot.
So I kiss her a little harder. A little deeper. And when she opens her mouth, I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue inside. Slowly.
Her tongue against mine is warm and smooth, and I let out a soft, contented moan into her mouth as her hand finds my chest and rests there. She doesn’t push me away or tell me stop. She opens for me like a flower in bloom, and I feel my lips turn up in the corner as she kisses me back.
My cock presses against my jeans, hard and aching, but I ignore it. Because this…
Kissing Nora…
It’s so much better than I ever thought it would be.
“Ahem,” a voice interrupts, and I stiffen in panic.
I push away from Nora, but my hand rests on her hip still, and she looks over her shoulder. I recognize the woman in the doorway as her friend. Abby.
She’s looking at the two of us like she’s just seen a damn ghost, and maybe that’s fair. I feel like a ghost right now. I don’t even think I can feel my body except for the buzzing in my lips from where Nora kissed me.
“Morning, Tommy,” Abby says with a smirk.
“M-morning.”
