Page 31 of One Touch

Standing in front of him, I watched and waited. His labored breathing was the only sound outside of the rain beating against the windows.

Still leaning back on his arms, he stretched his long legs across the blanket. “What do you got?”

I bit back a smile. Liquid courage swam through me, and I didn’t give a second thought to the words coming out of my mouth as I lowered to my knees to be level with him. “I bet you look down.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, but his eyes stayed squarely on mine. “Try me.”

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground between us. The weight of my breasts bounced, the cold air tweaking my already hard nipples.

Beckett sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t look away. “If I can’t look, you can’t either. Get over here.”

Pulled by an invisible tether at his command, I crawled over to him, then lowered myself onto his lap. Through his jeans, his cock was rock hard. Long and firm, and it took everything inside me not to rub myself across his length and moan.

It was too much, too far.

I was straddling my ex-boyfriend’s older brother on the floor of my aunt’s kitchen,beggingfor him to lose the bet—to look at me, to put his hands on me anddevourme.

Beckett’s breaths came in harsh pants. His eyes roamed over my face but didn’t dip lower. His hands flexed at his sides. My chest scraped against his, and a needy inhale sucked through my lips.

But he didn’t give in. His hands stayed planted at his sides. The heat from my pussy was unbearable, but he didn’t move a muscle. Mere inches separated our mouths. I looked down at his lips, then at where I sat on his lap, admiring how perfectly notched his erection was between my spread thighs.

He let out a grumble, and a smug smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “You lose.”

My eyes whipped to his. They were dark, and the realization that our game was over spread ice through my veins. He’d won when I looked down, and his real prize was leaving me keyed up and absolutely humiliated.

I leaned forward an inch, letting my breath float over his lips. “You’re an asshole,” I whispered.

In a swift move, I removed myself from Beckett’s lap and didn’t give him the satisfaction of a backward glance or a goodbye before gathering up my clothing and walking up to my bedroom.

When I slammed the door closed, I listened until, only moments later, I heard his truck start and drive away.

ELEVEN

BECKETT

Truth is,I lost the bet too.

When she’d lifted herself from my lap and turned to scoop up her discarded clothing, I’d gotten more than an eyeful.

A whole lot more.

The memory of the long lines of her legs, that perfect round ass, the way her underwear were damp and pressed to her pussy lips—those were memories I would take to my grave.

I had too much shit to take care of—namely, finding a way to keep my dick in check around Kate.

“What’s up, man?” Duke’s low voice shoved me from a tangle of thoughts that included what would have happened if I’d let myself touch her, just once. My eyes sliced to the man I claimed was my best friend, and a fresh wave of guilt washed over me.

Kate was his little sister, and I’d just been imagining driving into her while I held her hands down and she wrapped those long legs around me.

“Hey.” I cleared my throat and tried to ignore the way Duke was eyeing me. “I’m going to be back in the city for a few days.”

Duke nodded and walked in step with me away from his truck and up the main sidewalk of Outtatowner. “Kate finally got to you?”

I only managed a low chuckle. A sick part of me liked the fire in her eyes when I pushed her buttons, and I hated to admit that it was a turn-on when she called me an asshole. She’d gotten to me, all right, just not in the way Duke was imagining.

I shook my head. “Just work. I need to check in on a few jobs, get them started. Pop into the office so they know I’m alive.”

Duke stopped short on the sidewalk. “I know you’re giving up a lot to be here. It hasn’t gone unnoticed, and I’m sorry if Kate is making things harder for you.”

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