Page 70 of Butter My Biscuit

“It’s you.”

“All the time?” he whispers.

I nod as he teases my clit. I’m sharing too much, but I know deep down that this can’t go anywhere. That could be the fear from my failed relationships haunting me.

He moves further down, alternating between giving me two digits and rubbing my clit. I roll flat onto my back, giving him better access to me. The build happens even quicker, and I grab his biceps as the orgasm nearly rips me in half. I groan out, and he covers my mouth with his hand.

“Don’t want my brother telling everyone at Christmas that I was making you come.”

I bite down on his hand, riding it out. My breasts rise and fall as I try to catch my breath, my pussy pulsing with satisfaction.

“That was two. Shall we make it three?” he asks, and I get his smoldering gaze.

“Only if that means you’ll be buried inside of me.”

And then we do it all over again.

Being with him, giving him every part of my body, is earth-shattering. I realize what I’ve been missing—a man who knows his way in and out of the bedroom. A man who knowsme.

When we’re on our backs, gasping again, I turn to him and snicker. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk today.”

“Better figure it out, princess. Your dad might notice if you’re limping.”

I pout. “You’re right. I guess that means I should head home. Soak in the tub beforehand.”

An alarm goes off on Harrison’s phone, and he rolls over to turn it off. “I lose time when I’m with you.”

I sit up. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“True.” He brushes his fingers down my neck and arm, and the goose bumps form on my body.

Harrison officially knows me at my rawest form. He’s the only man who ever has.

My onesie is in a ball at the foot of the makeshift bed, and I grab it to wiggle it on. When I turn around, he’s standing up and sliding on a pair of jeans. They sit low on his hips, and he catches me staring, but neither of us says a thing.

Maybe the carriage has already turned back into a pumpkin.

After a few steps forward, he reaches out his hand, helping me to my feet, but he uses too much force. I stumble forward, crashing into him, and he catches me with a laugh. Then, it fades off, and his lips are on mine.

With my eyes still closed, I pull away. “We can’t tell anyone about this.”

“No, we can’t. Our secret.”

He draws an X over his heart. And I do the same. Unbreakable. Until death. That was our pact we made when we were kids.

“Lots of promises,” I say.

Harrison steps forward, standing behind me to snap the ass buttons for me.

“Yeah, a lot,” he says, rubbing his palms across my butt cheeks before patting it. “Not a problem for me though. You know I don’t share our secrets. With anyone. Ever.”

I nod. “Okay. Do you think Colt knows?”

He takes a step forward, placing his hands on my shoulders, like he always does, then brushes his nose against mine. “He assumes we’ve been fucking for the last five years.”

I gasp, and my full voice comes out to play. “What?”

“Shh,” he says with a smile. “Don’t wake him up.” He looks over his shoulder, breathing lightly, and listens before turning back to me. “Fourth of July.”

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