Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
LENNON
Uh oh.
We’re kissing again.
This is bad.
Except it’s so, so good.
The way his fingers dig into my ass makes me feel so womanly, it fires off every lusty cylinder inside me.
I did not know I had lust cylinders. This is not a thing I have ever experienced in my life before August Gallagher.
Fuck. August Gallagher.
Who I now know is my ex-husband’s brother. Well, almost ex-husband.
I should stop. We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s reckless.
Especially with how dirty I now know Jake is going to play in this divorce. He’ll weaponize this against me.
Which is so infuriating.
Because now that I’ve found something that actually feels good, Jake gets to ruin it, too? How is that fair?
All I want is to be free of him and his relentless control. God he’s been so sneaky about it this whole time, I just fell in line without even realizing I was being manipulated into the position.
My ex-husband doesn’t get a say anymore about a single thing I do from now on out. No matter how hard he tries.
I decide it here and now, and I don’t care how many times it takes me deciding it over and over again.
And by God, in this moment, I want August.
I adore the way his hands caress me with such need, but also not selfishly. It’s not like he’s just looking to get himself off.
I don’t even know how to even explain what I mean, but I can feel the difference between his brother and him in the intention of his touch.
Especially when he dips me onto his bed and growls, “You are so fucking gorgeous, Lennon,” eyes full of awe before he’s kissing me with that hunger again.
That hunger that lights up a corresponding desperation inside me. Like we’re creating this thing together, lighting each other up like a sparking line of firecrackers strung together. Each successive pop is more explosive than the last.
I’m the one who reaches for the hem of my shirt, but August helps me finish tearing it off over my head.
When I lift up off the bed, his hands go to my back to quickly undo the bra strap and release my small breasts.
He doesn’t immediately go for them, but kisses down my shoulder as he draws the strap down in a way that has me trembling.
“Your skin is so soft,” he breathes out.
“I love it when you kiss me like that,” I say, digging my fingernails into his scalp and arching my back.
While I like that he didn’t immediately go for my breasts, now I’m dying for him to.
He receives the message, but still takes his time kissing and suckling down my chest before he finally, finally licks with just the tip of his tongue at my hardened, beaded nipple.
I cry out and arch harder into his mouth.
“August,” I whine and look down where he grins up at me and then bites lightly with his teeth. It sends sensation like lightning straight to my pussy and my body does a hard quake against him.
His body is between my open legs and I dig one foot into the mattress and lift my hips up against where he’s rock hard through his jeans. Which amps up the throbbing in my center even higher.
He wants this just as much as I do.
His hand caresses down the right side of my body and then his hand is on my ass like he can’t stay away from it, palming and squeezing and lifting me up so that his hardness can grind against my center just where I need it.
I pant needily, lost in sensation and how competently he handles me, knowing exactly how to touch me.
And then he’s kissing down the valley of my breasts to my belly button and his hands are on my leggings, peeling them down along with my underwear.
I immediately lift my ass up—both freaking out a little because, oh my God, we’re doing this again, and because, hell yes, we’re doing this again!
I expect him to climb back up on top of me and undo his own pants and—
But instead, he pulls my leggings down to my knees, flips my knees up to my chest so that I’m bound and my pussy is fully exposed to him.
And then he lowers his mouth to a place no one has ever put their mouth before.
“August,” I moan, not sure if I want to tell him to stop or not, half-breathless with wanting what he’s about to do because I’ve always been curious about what it might feel like.
He pauses, and when I don’t say anything else, I feel his tongue on me… there.
And it’s like nothing I could have ever expected.
Mainly because it feels so. Fucking. Good.
Like I’m immediately dying of pleasure it feels so good.
And I’m glad he bound my legs against my chest so he could have full access because I’m immediately squirming and gasping and crying out with higher and higher pitched moans because oh god, why didn’t anybody ever tell me this could feel so good.
“August, oh my god, August, yes— Oh my god, yes, please—”
And then I just break off into a series of squeals as his mouth latches on and starts suckling my clit and the spike of pleasure is so shocking and immediate—
White light bursts outwards from my pussy in a shocking tidal wave of pleasure, to my fingertips. To my scalp. To my toes.
I quake through the hardest orgasm of my life, clinging to the sheets because if I don’t, I’ll lift right off out of this bed up into the sky and oh god, oh god, it’s still going, he’s still—
Oh god—
I rock forcefully against his face as the pleasure eclipses all thought or understanding and I go breathless, and then absolutely limp.
But only for a moment, because while he’s let up the pressure of his mouth, now he licks lazily at my clit, making aftershocks rock through my belly and legs, and tears of pleasure run freely down my cheeks.
So many times until I’m begging, “Enough, enough, I can’t take anymore.”
Which is when he finally eases my legs down and he climbs up to lie beside me on the bed, a smile of such smug satisfaction on his face.
I throw an exhausted arm around his neck, so wrung out with pleasure, dragging him to my chest.
“Holy sh-sh-shit,” I finally manage to stutter out.
He chuckles and rests there smugly, throwing a heavy arm around my waist.
“W-w-what about you?” I blink and ask, I don’t know how many minutes later.
He’s quiet, just resting on my chest for another minute, apparently completely peaceful just snuggling. “Well, I wondered if you wanted to stay the night? I figured this was just round one.”
My eyes fly back open and fresh aftershocks make my legs spasm. And then I grin big. Holy shit. “I-I—”
I laugh at the stuttering mess he’s made of me and swallow hard. “I think I’d like that.”