“Nice,” Will says easily. “Still planning to stop by the bar this weekend?”
His fingers dip lower.
I bite my lip, hard.
“Yeah,” Sam says. “You gonna have the new tap hooked up?”
Will just grins and says, “Already done. Phern helped me earlier.”
Sam laughs. “Oh really? You’re putting her to work?”
“Oh, she’s been workinghard.”
Will’s fingers slide inside me.Threethis time. I gasp, and he kisses my neck to cover the sound.
“You all right?” Sam asks suddenly.
Will raises an eyebrow, like he’s daring me.Can you keep it together, sugar?
I grip his shoulder, breathless. His hand barely moves, but it doesn’t have to. Not when he knows exactly how to touchme. The teasing pressure between my legs has me seconds from falling apart, and he knows it.
“I’m good,” he says smoothly into the phone, like he’s not wrecking me with every slow pass of his fingers. “Just distracted.”
Sam’s voice buzzes through the speaker, rambling about a game I can’t follow. Something about cattle feed. Or a new distributor. I don’t know. Don’t care. Not with Will's mouth at my ear and his fingers dragging heat through every nerve in my body.
“You gonna come while your brother’s talking about beer?” he murmurs, voice low and dark, laced with sin.
I shake my head, eyes wide, pleading silently.
Will curls his fingers just right and I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the whimper that rips from my throat.
He leans back with that wicked smirk, still talking to Sam like nothing’s happening, like I’m not trembling in his lap.
Then, without warning, he shifts, grabs my hips, and motions for me to move.
To take him.
My breath hitches.
Slowly, shakily, I lift my hips and guide him in. Inch by inch. And when he’s fully inside me, I almost lose it.
Will’s eyes stay locked on mine as Sam talks on, oblivious.
“Yeah, I they’ll go far this season,” Will says, not a single hitch in his voice.
He lifts his hips into me once, deliberately slow, and I nearly cry out.
“You feel that?” he whispers. “You’re sitting on my cock while your brother tells me about basketball. And you’re soaking me.”
I bury my face in his neck, biting down to keep from moaning.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs. “Move.”
I do.
Slowly at first.
But every roll of my hips sends sparks up my spine, and Will’s hands tighten on my thighs like he’s barely holding it together.
