Page 115 of Sweet Keeper

“Yes?”

She opens her mouth, but the noise of knuckles hitting the wood of her door drowns her voice.

“Hey, bunnies, you better start getting ready,” Luanna lets us know at the other side.

Bree whimpers. Frustration decorates that sound.

“Somehow, our mornings keep getting interrupted by a member of my family,” she mutters through clenched teeth.

I snicker at her behavior. It’s not that the situation doesn’t frustrate me, because my dick is aching and suffering, knowing that it won’t be inside her anytime soon. But it’s fun to witness the way her lips press together with discomfort. Her hazel eyes shine with desire.

“Go shower first.”

She arches an eyebrow.

“Why me?”

I lower my gaze, guiding her sight to the bulge covered by the sheet, showing my uncomfortable situation. Making her company in the shower is not an option. Last night we realized that having sex in there is a safety hazard. With our height difference and her bad luck, we almost broke our necks. Ending up with a broken bone and a lifetime of embarrassment for a quickie? It’s not worth it.

“I need to take care of it,” I answer, wrinkling my nose.

She scoffs.

“So you get an orgasm, and I don’t? How’s that fair?” Bree provokes me, wanting to get something else out of it. Her hand meets my abs, the tip of her fingers caressing the skin, sending a shiver through me.

I give in quickly because the flesh is weak. Taking the sheet off our bodies, I turn around and position myself between her legs, keeping them open in the process. Leaning in, I slide to the south, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over her belly as I descend to her pussy.

“You can have one, but only if we do it quick. Do we have a deal, babe?” I propose, and Bree nods enthusiastically, biting her bottom lip to remain.

“Is it time to give thanks already? Because what a way to start the day,” she expresses in a pant when my tongue runs along her slit.

I have a hard time holding back my laughter, but I manage to once I get into the moment, devouring her—Bree’s greedy, bucking her hips to meet my mouth, searching for her release.

Happy Thanksgiving to me,I think, as I focus on getting her off with my mouth.

Two hours later,I find myself driving to Bree’s childhood home. She has taken the task to make the way here entertaining instead of dull, considering that we barely slept at all. I’m grateful for the fact that my face doesn’t tend to show when I’m tired because otherwise, it would be pretty obvious. From the corner of my eye, I steal a glance at Bree, still mesmerized at how stunning she looks today.

Her short black skirt hugs her body in the right way, and I can’t wait until the day is over so that I can play with her again.

In the backseat, Luanna helps her belt out a song that it’s probably out of their range and pitch, but they have fun doing it. They’re both energetic people, and together they’re more potent than a grenade. I can see why they get along so well; they were both made by the same mold.

“I have to ask,” I interrupt when the song finishes. “What’s waiting for me today?”

“A lot of craziness,” Luanna answers without hesitation. “Probably, some drama will unfold, and someone will end up crying. That someone is probably me.”

Bree turns to glare at her. In the rearview mirror, I can see Luanna shrug as if the subject holds no importance.

“Don’t be a pessimist.”

“I’m a realist,” Luanna corrects dryly. “Anyway, you’re the definition of a perfect boy, so I doubt that you’ll have any problems.”

That would’ve worked amazingly if it wasn’t for the fact that Bree’s father already knows me—for sleeping with his daughter. And that’s an understatement. He knows that I spent the night fucking his daughter. No father in his five senses will be okay with that. Probably, in his eyes, I’m the guy corrupting his little girl.

If he only knew that is the other way around.

“Don’t stress it,” Bree says, tugging on my arm in a comforting gesture. “They’re going to love you.”

“I’m not stressed.” The words come out tense as my hands tighten around the steering wheel. “I’m mentally preparing for the super loving encounter between your dad and me.”

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