Summer with a Brother’s Best Friend (Love Beach Collection)

9. Isaac

9

The ride back to my house is quick and blessedly quiet, and I try—and fail—to calm the inferno inside me. Reece Baylor is set on putting me into an early grave, either from a heart attack being this turned on or from her brother finding out about us breaking a teenage promise.

She squeezes her legs together in the passenger seat and shifts again, sealing my fate, as if there’d ever been any doubt. No, I’ll die a happy man just having my face buried between her thighs one more time.

Although, I pray it will be more.

Turning into the driveway on autopilot, the car is barely in park before Reece’s door is open and she’s stepping out onto the pavement.

I growl, fighting my seat belt and sending it slamming back into place with an audible thud, then push out into the sticky night air.

“Better hurry,” Reece whispers as she whips her tank top over her head, hitting me in the face with the black fabric. The shadows of the house hide her from the road but not from me. Black lace cups—because lace has always been her favorite—push her tits up high, practically forcing them to spill over the top.

“You’re just begging to get off out in the open, aren’t you?” I ask, stalking over, caging her against the side of the house so she’s forced to look up at me, exposing the long line of her neck all the way down her body. Her chest heaves, her skin gloriously sun-kissed, those luscious tits begging for my mouth and that lace barely hiding the pale pink nipples I missed so much.

“Is this what you want?” I ask, popping the button on her cutoff jean shorts and dragging the zipper down. “Right here where everyone will hear the second you come all over my fingers? Because I know you, Reece. You can try to be quiet—hell, sometimes you get real close—but youalwaysget loud.” My fingers slip over her lace-covered clit and she gasps. She’s soaked, and I want to thrust inside all that wet heat with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock until she forgets her own name.

“Isaac, please,” she whispers, her hands fisting my shirt as she tries to pull me closer, but I won’t let her. Not this time. She wants to scream for my neighbors, and I’ll make sure they know exactly who made her lose control.

“You did always like getting a little wild, didn’t you, Baby?” Bracing one arm over her head, I keep my mouth close to hers as I slide my fingers up and down her slit, pressing and circling before moving down again.

“I want your hands on me,” she whines, her hips bucking against my barely there ministrations.

“No, you wanted to taunt me, putting your tits on display for anyone to see.”

“Just you.”

“If I have to suffer,” I say, dipping my finger barely under the edge of her panties and dragging it through her wetness, “then so do you.”

Letting go of my shirt, she tries to arch her back, her hands moving to unclip her bra, but I catch her wrists in my palm, pinning them over her head.

“I can’t wait to have you on your knees,” I vow, and she whimpers as I thrust into her core, the heel of my hand pressing and grinding against her clit. “You always took my cock so good between those pouty pink lips.”

“Isaac.” She fights my hold, her breathing ragged as her orgasm builds.

“You’re gonna let me fuck into your sweet mouth, aren’t you?” Her pupils are wide and she nods frantically. “You’re gonna let me do anything I want to you, and you’re going to bebeggingme to let you come.”

“Yes!” She moans loud enough to draw attention as I crook my fingers just right inside her before slamming my mouth against hers. Her walls clamps down around me, and I swallow every scream and whimper and every breath as she rides out her release.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I growl as I pull back and let go of her arms. Reece sags against the house, and my expression is wolfish as I lean forward and lick the drop of sweat running down into the valley of her breasts.

“Oh God,” she whispers, arching her tits into my face and yanking at my hair.

“You’ll have plenty of time to talk to him later,” I tell her, gripping her ass and lifting her off the ground.

“I couldn’t wait,” she admits, partially an apology for demanding my hand down her pants next to the shrubbery when literally two steps would have taken us inside the privacy of my home.

“Well,” I say, pushing the key into the lock and turning the handle before carrying her over the threshold, “I hope it was worth it because I wasn’t kidding about getting you on your knees.” I drag her center over my cock, my erection incredibly hard and intent on satisfaction, and she gasps. “You did that, Reece, and now…you’re going to take care of it.”