Page 25 of Brewing Brilliance

“Hmm… interesting.” Grrr, that little brat. She knows exactly how to get me going and even though I know she’s baiting me, I can’t seem to resist her.

“What Livy? Just spit it out.” I use her childhood nickname to try to get her right back, but she doesn’t seem to be taking the bait.

“Well big brother, I’m just trying to figure out if you’re in denial about your feelings for Spencer and are ready to admit that this relationship is most definitely not fake for you, or if you are genuinely that fucking clueless about being crazy for her.”

Rubbing my hands down my face and exhaling a huge breath before turning to face Olive, I can’t help myself before my mouth starts working before my brain even begins processing what it’s saying.

“Fuck, can it be both?”

“Holy shit. That was way easier than I thought it was going to be.”

“Don’t be a brat. I’ve been trying so hard to play by her rules and keep my own walls up, but it’s like she’s got Thor’s hammer and smashes them to smithereens every time we talk.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a brat. I just honestly didn’t think you even realized how different you are because of her and it’s only been a short amount of time. And you are different, but in the best possible way. This is the closest I’ve seen you being your old self. The way you were before you started dating Bianca and the stress of the restaurant was looming over your head all the time.”

I blow out a breath as I try to process what she’s saying, because if I’m being honest, I know she’s right. I was never a playboy or flings only guy. I was, however, the white picket fence with the kids guy, but I shut that shit down after Bianca blew up my trust in the opposite sex to not fuck me over and destroy me if I gave them the chance.

“So, do you think you’re going to tell her you want more?”

“I don’t know that I do want more. Sure, I want every minute that she’s willing to give me, but she wants the husband, house, and kids. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to trust someone enough to have that dream again. I’m happy with The Tavern, brewing beer, and helping you with Patrick.”

“That’s fair enough, and you don’t have to decide today. But I also don’t want you to hold what Bianca did to you against Spencer. She was also cheated on. She knows what that betrayal is like, better than most would since he was her fiancé.”

Shit, I hated it when my baby sister used logic and reason on me and was the wiser of us two. Honestly, I may be older, but she’s smart as fuck and I’d be smart to listen to her.

“You’re right. That would be unfair of me. It’s just a lot to wrap my head around right now. I just need a little more time to figure things out, but I’m glad you stopped in. I should probably get going so I’m not late picking her up.”

I make my way around the counter and pull Olive into a bear hug. She giggles as I stand to my full height and her feet leave the floor. She may be wiser, but I will always be bigger, and I will never get tired of giving her a hug like this whenever I want. I kiss her forehead like I’ve done since we were little before plopping her back down.

“Text me your location once you get to this super secret trail of hers, please?” It may seem like a bit much, but after losing her husband so young, I have no problem giving my sister my GPS coordinates if it gives her some peace of mind.

“Sure. Have fun with Pat today. I should be back around dinner, but I’m not going to rush the day away, either. I’ll make sure to text you when we’re back in civilization, though.”

“Thanks, Mav.” She gathers her stolen goods while I grab my backpack and keys and head towards the door. I’d love to take my bike, but she did give me a heads up that to get to the trail, we have to take a few back roads so my truck will be a better option.

The drive to her house seems to take forever and no time at all. When I pull into her driveway, she’s sitting on the front step and is up and practically skipping towards my truck. She meets me as I make it around the front of the truck on my way to open the door for her and I’m pleasantly surprised when she launches into my arms.

I grab her ass and smirk at her adorable smile and blush that’s spreading from her cheeks down her neck towards her gorgeous breasts. I squeeze her ass and give her my cockiest smile because it feels good as hell to make Spencer Wilson loosen up and so excited to see me that she launched herself into my arms.

“Hi, Sweets.” I lean down and nip her bottom lip before giving her a brief kiss. She relaxes into me, and I hear her sigh as I feel her lips turn into a faint smile against my own.

“Hi. Sorry I launched at you. I swear I did not plan on doing it, but then I was soaring through the air and thankfully you scooped me right up.”

“Do not apologize for the way you just greeted me. It was the best fucking way you could have said hello to me. Well, scratch that. You greeting me naked would be the best possible way to say hello, but that’s not something I want anyone else ever seeing so this is much better.”

Her smile could light up the night’s sky it’s so bright and it makes my already hardening cock swell in my gym shorts. She can feel what she’s doing to me and grinds down on me. I groan and tilt my head back as I try to keep control of my body when all I want to do is lay her out on the hood of my truck and fuck the ever-loving shit out of her.

Instead, I take a step towards the door to open it and gently set her down in the passenger seat. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist while her arms are around my neck and she’s playing with the hair on my nape. I can’t resist leaning in and placing a claiming kiss on her. It’s hard, messy, but fucking perfect. She whimpers and it takes all my power to pull away.

“Enough of that. I don’t need all your neighbors seeing my dick making a tent in my shorts from how happy he is to see you.”

She cracks up as she throws her head back and I have to squeeze my dick through my shorts to keep it in check. Seeing Spencer this free and open is sexy as fuck. This date may end up being torture and the worst case of blue balls I’ve had, or at least since I was a teenager, but if I can make Spencer laugh like that again, it will absolutely be worth it.

“So Sweets, where are we going?”

“Head out to the state park and once we get to the main entrance, I’ll tell you where to go from there.”

“Sounds good to me.” I pull out onto the road and head towards the state park with some of the prettiest falls I’ve ever seen. I’ve got the local country station playing on the radio and Spencer is singing every word toMorgan Wallen’sLast Nightand damn is her voice amazing. It’s smooth but has this natural rasp that’s sexy as fuck. I’m entranced so I turn up the music and give her leg a squeeze. She looks at me a little questioningly, but I can’t help the smile lighting up my face.

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