Page 67 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

With Cam, I lose myself, my inhibitions, and my doubts. No man has ever made me feel as wanton as he does. No man has ever made me feel as much as him, period.

His finger teases my opening while his mouth concentrates on my clit. When he plunges one finger inside me, my ass rises off the couch and a moan slips from his mouth.

“God, Cam.”

He looks at me, and our eyes lock, a smirk on his lips. That cocky side of him is evident even while he pleasures me.

Another finger pushes inside me, and he arches it to hit my G-spot. That’s all it takes before I lose control and I’m grinding on his face, taking my pleasure into my own hands. He continues to push and slide his fingers in and out of me. My orgasm comes like a flash flood, and I feel as though I’m tumbling through the rapids until it calms, then I’m floating on the water in post-orgasm bliss.

He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean while staring at me. I sit up straight and undo the button of his pants. While I fiddle with them, he gets me free of my shirt. Soon we’re both naked.

“We’re moving this upstairs.” He carries me upstairs and deposits me on the bed. Going to his drawer, he pulls out a condom.

I take it from his hand and push him down on his back. “I’m taking control this time.”

He lies with his arms behind his head. “No complaints here.”

And there aren’t any complaints when I take his base and sink down on his incredible length. His hands hold my hips, but he allows me to dictate the pace. I come again before he flips me over and thrusts inside me from behind.

This man knows how to pleasure a woman, and by the end, I’m a sated mess sprawled out on his bed. I don’t know what to think when I realize I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in that moment.

20

“I’M NOT SO SURE. SOMETIMES I THINK I PICKED THE WRONG FIELD TO BE IN.”

Chevelle

The evening excursions always have a little more of a party vibe. Especially the bachelor parties.

I see Cam sitting in his boat, watching as tonight’s guys walk toward my boat. There are six of them, and they’ve clearly already been drinking. Cam eyes me and goes back to watching them.

His own excursion group is getting settled in his boat. A group of three couples who probably won’t even fish. Sure, the guys will put their rods in, but the women will sit up front and sip their wine and gawk at Cam. He’s got another guy, Gage, on the boat because Cam knows he’ll be torn in two different directions. That’s the problem with luxury fishing boats like his—they demand a higher level of service, which means more staff.

“Welcome to Reelaxing Fishing Tours,” I say to the guys.

They each look me up and down. I’m used to that. It’s not a big deal. I’ve never felt like I couldn’t handle myself.

“Are you the entertainment?” one guy asks.

I instinctively look at Cam, although he’s far enough away that he didn’t hear what they said. “No. I’m your tour guide.”

“Shit. Really? Girls like you fish? Hell, who’s the lucky bastard who got you?” The one guy doesn’t stop talking the entire time he boards.

Another guy gives me a look of apology, but he’s holding a fifth of alcohol, which means I don’t trust him.

Once everyone is boarded, I catch sight of Cam getting his boat ready as well.

“Let’s go over safety,” I say.

“It’s fine.” One guy waves me off.

“I swam in college,” another says.

“Regardless of your swimming skills and whether you’ve been on a fishing boat before, the life jackets are under the bench. There is enough for all of us. Should you want to wear one the whole time, you are more than welcome. Please do not put your hands or any other body part out of the boat while we’re moving. Once we’re anchored, you may move around. There are drinks in the coolers, and I’ll put out the food when we stop. The excursion will last two hours and fifteen minutes, then we’ll head back to the marina during the remaining fifteen minutes. Are there any questions?”

One guy raises his hand. “Are you this bossy in bed?”

Trying to keep it light, I wink and say, “Only my boyfriend knows the answer to that.”

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