And then her mouth is on my center, and I shout a string of curses. Her tongue is skilled and firm as she licks and sucks, and I’m coming again within seconds. But she doesn’t stop. She curls her arms around my legs, locking me in place. My arms thrash against my restraints, and I writhe under her. My stomach tightens, and she rips a third orgasm from me.
She masterfully guides me through my aftershocks before climbing up beside me. She unties my restraints and massages my wrists. I’m panting, and my limbs are heavy. Her touch is so soothing, I sigh, and my eyelids flutter shut. She kisses the inside of one wrist and then the other before pulling me into her arms, and I snuggle into her chest. She wraps her arms protectively around me. I enjoy the intoxicating scent of her lavender body wash.
“That was,” I say as I start to catch my breath. “Fuck. That was …”
“That was fuckinghot,” Harlow agrees and kisses the top of my head.
Chapter Two
“Time to get your ass up!” A large and heavy body lunges in the air, then slams on the mattress beside me.
“Landon, what the hell?” I shove my brother away as he attempts to shake me awake, as if I could still be sleeping.
He sits up and bounces on the bed because he’s an obnoxious pain in the ass. My brother has scruffy auburn hair, and he’s dressed casual in a long-sleeved dark-green Carhart shirt and black athletic shorts. “Mom sent me to wake you up. It’s almost one p.m. How are you still sleeping?”
“Get out.” I yank my comforter up to block out the chill of the cold room. Landon’s rude wake-up interrupted a delicious dream starring Harlow I’d very much like to get back to.
“Mom said you didn’t get in until after two a.m., which is weird since I thought you told me your flight landed at nine. Did you get lost in the hour drive from the airport?” Landon waggles his eyebrows suggestively. He’s lucky I love him. Otherwise, I’d suffocate him under mypillow.
“Were you with Casey?” he asks.
“No, dumbass, she’s dating Dakota, remember? And she’s not even in town.”
Landon snaps his fingers and points at me. “Oh, yeah! Good for her.”
I nod in agreement. Casey is one of my oldest friends. Spending the summers with Em and her on the lake are my happiest childhood memories—they make up myonlyhappy childhood memories if I’m being honest. And while Casey and I had a friends with benefits situation that went on for years, I couldn’t be more excited for her that she’s finally with Dakota. They’re one of those sickeningly cute couples you can’t help but adore.
“So, if you weren’t with her.Whowere you with?” Landon pries. “I know you’re not sleeping in past noon. You’re a pilot! There’s no way you still get jet lag.”
“I’m not immune from jet lag.” I roll my eyes. “And, you know, just because you work with high schoolers doesn’t mean you need to act like one. Mind your business.”
Landon chuckles. “If you think this is bad, you should meet my students.”
My brother is an athletic trainer at a sports-heavy high school in Florida. They are state champions in football, girls’ soccer, and softball. Landon’s always been a huge jock and loves how busy work keeps him. But it kind of sucks because, between his career and mine, we only see each other once or twice a year. I miss his annoying ass. And it’s that thought that convinces me to drag myself out of bed.
“Fine. Run along and tell Mom I’m coming.” I shoo him toward the door. “And make me coffee, please.”
“Already brewing.”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite sibling.”
Landon winks. “As if it’s a competition.”
“Oh, fuck off, both of you,” our older sister Lucy says from the hallway. I didn’t know she was there, but, by Landon’s shit-eating grin, he did, and we both burst into laughter.
Lucy has five and six years on Landon and I, respectively. Growing up, my brother and I never wasted an opportunity to annoy the hell out of her. Now that we’re all adults, Landon and I still love to give Lucy shit. We’re just more creative.
“Love you!” I singsong to Lucy.
Lucy holds up her middle finger while walking away.
My laughter ebbs into a sigh. “She’s headed to spit in my coffee, isn’t she?”
“Glad you could finally join the land of the living,” Mom greets me after I pull on a loose-fitting long-sleeve and cozy, gray sweatpants. My long red hair is pulled up into a messy bun on top of my head.
“And you call me overdramatic,” I groan and approach the dining room table, steaming coffee mug in hand. We’ve had to adjust over the years, adding spots for Lucy’s husband, Greg, and Landon’s girlfriend, Taylor.
Everyone is already seated. I would acknowledge Greg, but he’s predictably staring at his phone, that he thinks he’s hiding, yet we all know is in his lap. He’s the serious and silent type. I can count on one hand how many conversations we’ve had one-on-one.
