Chapter 40 #2
She purses her lips together to hide her grin, her eyes shifting into little slits to evaluate me. Fuck, I love it when she looks at me like that.
Moving the last few feet toward her, I crowd her space, pushing her down onto the pillows so her body is underneath mine. Her legs willingly open for me, and I settle between them.
Lifting my hand to her face, I trace her jawbone with my fingertips.
“I found the gift you left me on the window ledge in the gym.” I tsk at her.
“I hope you aren’t teaching my little siblings to paint erotica.
You remember the rules; their minds are fragile.
At this point, I think you like being punished. ”
She pushes herself up a little on her elbows, her face drawing closer to mine. “It’s not a punishment if I enjoy it,” she whispers, her breath fanning across my mouth.
My fingers dig under her long-sleeved T-shirt, running up her soft abdomen.
They paint her rib cage and drift across the undersides of her breasts.
“Were those breasts painted on that rock supposed to be these?” Wriggling under her sports bra, I roll a nipple between my thumb and index finger, pinching it lightly.
She squirms under me. “Mhmm.”
How the hell did I give this woman all the control to drive me absolutely insane?
I roll my hips, my hardening cock creating friction against her core. Dropping my mouth to hers, I brush a light kiss against her lips as I thrust into her with way too many layers between us.
A reserved whimper escapes her, the sound driving me to deepen the kiss. My tongue brushes against Taryn’s, and I devour every part of her as if that shrill moan could feed my starving soul.
I’m infatuated with her.
Placing an arm above her head to keep myself propped on top of her, my other hand gives each of her breasts the attention they deserve. She raises her hips to chase the friction while her fingers pull through my hair.
I want to fuck her right now. I should carry her back to my place so she can writhe below me and come on my cock all night, but I’m not sure where my brothers are, and someone needs to watch Elena and Tristan.
Pulling back, I mumble against her lips, “Where are Cameron and Brennan?”
“They went to pick up pizzas at Crocks,” she says against my mouth, her lips clashing with mine again.
My hand exploring her body glides below the waistband of her leggings, drifting over soft skin until I feel the wet heat pooling between her legs. She’s so fucking wet it makes my dick pulse inside my gym shorts.
I lower my head, releasing an exasperated groan. “Shower with me after dinner?” I plead quietly so that Elena and Tristan don’t hear wherever they’re lurking.
She nods. The words come out breathlessly as my fingertip swipes over her clit, her back arching. “You really need one.”
Pulling my hand out from the inside of her leggings, I bunch up the T-shirt near my armpit, lowering my nose to it. “It’s not that bad,” I lie.
I flinch when her fingertips drag over the painful bulge in my shorts. “Yes, I’ll shower with you. As long as I can clean this cock off with my tongue.”
Jesus. That mouth.
Growling, I capture her mouth again, biting her bottom lip as I picture my wet dick sliding between her beautiful lips while water droplets grace her smooth skin.
“Hello? Anyone home?”
Both of our bodies freeze instantly at the voice. The living room is now completely quiet because I can’t hear Tristan or Elena either.
A few moments later, Elena squeals, “Jessica!”
A ruckus coming from the other side gives me enough time to quickly peel my large frame off Taryn’s. I adjust my dick in my shorts while she fixes her shirt, breathing heavily. It’s like we’re fucking teenagers almost getting caught doing something we’re not supposed to be doing.
We both crawl out of the fort, and Jess has her arms wrapped around Tristan and Elena.
“Do you see how big the fort is?” Tristan asks her.
“It’s huge! Definitely bigger than the one I made with you guys earlier this summer,” Jess chuckles.
I push myself up off the floor when we reach the fort’s entrance, and I swipe back my hair, smiling as Jessica’s kind eyes find mine.
“I didn’t know you were coming home.” Why is my voice all high-pitched and shit?
A knowing smirk tilts Jess’s lips.
Shit. She knows.
Jessica shrugs, pushing her pin-straight brown hair behind her shoulder. “It was a last-minute decision. I wanted to come home for the weekend!” She rubs circular motions on Elena’s back since she’s attached like a barnacle to her leg.
Taryn appears out of the fortress behind me with rosy cheeks.
Jess has a shit-eating grin on her face, her green eyes flickering with delight. “I see you two are more acquainted now. Are you finally friends?”
Friends.
The word churns like hot acid in my stomach, like my body is rejecting the notion.
Everything about Taryn thrills me: her sugary citrus scent, the way I can read her emotions effortlessly when I peer into those big brown eyes, holding them captive as she does with mine.
Her tongue.
Her lips.
I’m obsessed with the words that emerge from someone so feisty and kind simultaneously. She is selfless. Despite how hard I tried, she makes my family happy in ways I never could.
Since I first found her, Taryn Meyers has consumed my thoughts. And that vital artery in my chest aches whenever she slips into my mind or I’m near her.
I have her. But not in the way my heart craves her.