Chapter Thirteen #2
Her fingers drag below the surface of her leggings as she sticks her hands inside them before she torturously tugs them down far too slowly.
Wells said she was a fast learner last night, and I definitely believe him. Because the way she’s staring at me, enjoying my attention, makes me want to stand up and pin her against a wall.
I lean forward, bringing my forearms to my knees. Because I want to get closer. She’s got her pants hovering just above her pussy. Her chin lifts as she teases, exposing only a few hairs.
Goddammit. No underwear either?
“Am I doing this right?” she says huskily.
Oh, she’s fucking doing it right. She’s also testing all the willpower I have in my body.
My plan was for me to say dirty shit to her while she undressed, until she attacked me. Then I’d back her against a wall and let her grind her greedy little pussy on my leg.
That’s the plan… It’s a good plan…
I can almost hear Wells and Brooks in my ear saying, “Brody, don’t.”
“Fuck it,” I growl, standing up, closing the distance between us, before my mouth seals over hers.
She gasps, but there’s no stopping this kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck as I lift her off her feet.
Without instruction, her legs wrap around my waist before my palm hits the wall, softening the blow to her back as I press her to it.
There’s no softness to our kiss. It’s urgent and desperate.
Because that’s what I am—desperate to be inside her.
The hand I’m holding her up with kneads her ass as I grind my hard cock against her pussy. I want to fuck her until we pass out. Until we’re sweaty and the cops are coming because the whole fucking street hears her scream.
I’m not gentle as I break away from the kiss and shove her jaw up to expose her neck, immediately sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
I mean to mark her.
She moans, “Brody,” while she claws at my back.
I grind against her harder, feeling her meet the rhythm. We’re animals dry fucking each other, her tearing at my shirt as I kiss all the exposed skin I can reach.
Her tits press against my body as she pants, tightening her legs around me.
I know that clit is fucking throbbing, begging for more. So I give it to her.
My fingers weave through her hair, my other hand viciously gripping her ass as I rub against her, fucking without being inside her.
“Yes. Oh fuck,” she breathes out. “I’m gonna come.”
We move faster and faster, clinging to each other, my mouth sealed to her neck before I squeeze my eyes closed and growl.
“Fuck.”
I drop her to her feet.
She stumbles, but I hold her up by her waist. My chest is heaving, jaw slack as I stare down at her flustered face.
“What…” she pants. “Don’t stop.” She reaches for me, but I grab her wrist. “Brody…oh my god.”
Her head falls back, making me grin because she is adorned with two small reddish bruises left by my mouth.
I’m silent, still looking at her until I catch my breath. “Take off the rest.”
Without hesitation, she shoves her leggings off before looking up at me. I smile because damn, I love when a plan comes together.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to take my hands off her, but I do and step back to the bench before retaking my seat. I think it helps that I fucking lost my load in my goddamn pants like a fucking teenager.
She’s standing in front of me, nude, eyes wild.
I swallow before I say, “Show me the red set.”
“But—”
“You don’t get one of us until you get all of us.”
Margot bites her bottom lip but doesn’t protest. She just turns and takes a very sexy red bra and panties set off a hanger and does what she’s told.
“Good girl.”
brooks
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Margot grins up at me, surprised, stopping in her tracks. “What are you doing here?”
People mingle behind us on the beach. I know she’s here in her little jean shorts and bikini for the ice cream social, but I’m here for her cream.
“Treats…and I own the joint. Duh.”
I take another lick of my ice cream cone, smirking as her eyes drop to my tongue.
Her hands dip into her back pockets. “Yeah, I just mean Moon said that you guys don’t usually come to these things.”
She looks nervous, like someone would who’s thinking the dirtiest thoughts. But it’s fair because I’ve got my own happening. I spy two hickeys on her neck.
It makes me run my tongue slower over my dessert before I say, “Are you trying to avoid me?”
She bites her bottom lip as she shakes her head. “No. I’m just surprised.”
We stand with our feet in the sand, and I can already see the goose bumps spreading across her skin. Her cheeks flush.
Damn. Brody really got her going.
But unlike my caveman counterpart, the art of the tease happens to be my favorite subject. So she’s definitely in for it.
I stare back into her eyes, only able to hide my smile by the grace of this ice cream cone, because if she knew what I have in store for her right now, she’d probably take off running.
“You wanna see something cool?” I say, giving in to my impulsive thoughts rather than stretching out our fake serendipitous meeting.
God, I’m glad I drew this task. Because we did draw straws for our duties today. Or at least Wells and I did. Brody was a bear about getting the lingerie mission.
He definitely didn’t trust himself for my mission.
See, once we made a plan of attack to help her relax, we mapped out the three things that seemed to fuck with her.
The first one being her feeling so vulnerable nude. Which I know Brody handled because I tracked him down for a full report. And laughed for ten minutes that he blew his load in his pants.
My task is her pussy.
I still can’t believe her ex lay next to her every night for twenty years and didn’t want to fucking feast. Could never be me, my guy. Could never be me.
She looks around, probably for her sister, but my eyes stay on her as she speaks.
“Are you about to lure me into the back of your truck or your basement with puppies or candy?”
“If I were gonna kidnap you, Stunner, you’d have woken up tied to our bed.”
Making her blush is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.
“Fair,” she breathes out, then points to the truck we have parked on the beach. “Let me get my cone, and then you can show me something cool.”
Cute. But I’m not waiting.
I grab her hand. “Get it after.”
I’m already walking, leading her away from the beach.
“Where are we going?” she laughs, but I’m not telling.
I guide her up a set of steps and down around a brick path until we pass the main house. But the moment we turn another corner, she gasps.
We’re in a garden. It’s tucked away but still has an incredible view of the ocean. And I happen to know that nobody can see from the beach what’s happening from the waist down.
“Holy shit, this is beautiful. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted to show me something cool.”
“This wasn’t all I wanted to show you,” I tease, cleaning my bottom lip with my tongue.
She raises her manicured brows, waiting for me to explain, but I just lick my cone again, letting our joined hands swing lightly between us.
Margot glances at the garden of hydrangeas. “If this isn’t it, then what are you showing me?”
I lean down closer to her face. “I’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”
She lets out a quiet laugh, looking shy, before her hand drifts from mine and her palms find their place on my chest. I stand to my regular height as she lifts up on her tiptoes.
But I don’t make a move, just stare down at her.
Her chin tilts up, giving me access to her mouth, but when I still don’t move, she drops back down to her heels.
“Are you gonna kiss me or what?”
“Yeah,” I rasp.
I lift a hand to the button of her shorts before I pop them open. Margot’s mouth falls open as she stares back at me for a second, then whips her face to the beach and back.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The sound of her zipper moving downward makes her gasp, but she doesn’t stop me.
“You look hot.”
“I feel fine.”
I smirk and tug her shorts over her hips with my free hand. They fall to the ground, leaving her in only her polka-dot bikini.
“I thought Brody told you to burn that suit,” I tease as she looks at me stupefied.
Her cheeks are bright red. “Did he? I don’t recall that…”
“Cool.” I lift my finger, pressing it to my lips. “Now. You’re gonna need to be quiet, Stunner. Unless you want people to see.”
“See what?” is all she gets out before the ice cream I’m holding finds itself dripped onto her cleavage.
“Whoops.”
“Brooks,” she hisses, but also giggles.
“That’s my bad. Let me clean you up.”
My lips descend onto her chest, making her shudder before she pushes me away. But I growl, swiping more of my ice cream to her stomach.
“Shit,” I say, looking up at her with false sincerity. “I did it again.”
“Brooks,” she grinds out more seriously.
But I bend down, running my tongue over her stomach, kissing and licking up my mess. A deep sigh pulls from her body. And I know she doesn’t even realize that her fingers have woven into my hair as I squat.
I glance up, dipping my tongue into her belly button, watching her head fall back before suddenly and almost violently, she comes to her senses.
“Jesus,” she shrieks, pulling my hair as her arms shoot up. “I’m losing it.”
“Ow, fuck,” I whine, rubbing my head.
Margot covers her mouth, laughing as she stares down at me. “I’m sorry.” She looks around again, whispering to me, “But you can’t do that… Somebody could catch us.”
I stay where I am, now on my knees, looking up at her.
“They could.” I wink. “Or maybe they won’t.”
Her eyes give away how that excites her. Fuck, I like how expressive she is because it makes it really easy to read her thoughts when they get dirty.
I bring a hand to her hip before bringing the last of my ice cream to right below her belly button as I speak.
“Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all day?”
She shakes her head, then says, “Ice cream?”
I grin, smearing it lower. “Nope.”