I shake my head.“Your history may be complicated but it isn’t dark.Your brother’s choices and mistakes aren’t yours to bear, even if they affect you.So no, I don’t see how getting involved with you would not be for the best, and aside from that, it’s too late.I’m already in up to my neck.”
“You’re making this so hard,” she groans, abruptly pulling from my arms.
She creates some distance as she returns to her spot on the small love seat, curling her legs underneath her, and cradling that pillow in her arms again like a damn shield.
“This doesn’t have to be hard at all,” I argue.“In fact, it was probably the easiest of decisions; getting involved with you.Nothing you’ve told me changes that.And—unless my powers of detection are suddenly failing me—you’re pretty much up to your neck into us too.”
She starts shaking her head in denial, but then suddenly buries her face in the pillow.Not sure whether she’s crying, I squeeze in beside her and lightly rub her back.
Startling me, she abruptly tosses the pillow aside and twists around, swinging a leg over to straddle my lap.Before I can utter a word, her hands are in my hair and her mouth covers mine.
From zero to combustible in a heartbeat.
Her mouth plunders as she presses her body against mine.I can feel every inch of her, from the tip of her fiery little tongue to the rigid nipples against my chest and the damp heat between her legs.
Holy shit.
I can’t decide where to put my restless hands, finding a treasure trove of curves and valleys as they roam her body.One finally settles under her sweater and on a breast.I fill my hand, catching the turgid little nipple between my fingers and tugging lightly.The other slides down the back of her pants and grabs on to the soft globe of her ass cheek firmly.
“Off…off…” she mumbles against my lips as she tugs on the hem of my shirt.
My mind has trouble catching up with this turn of events, but I’m a guy—I’m conditioned to go with this particular flow—no actual thought required.
With joint—albeit clumsy—effort, my Henley is up and off, and we’ve moved on to removing her top.Me one-handedly, because I don’t want to let go of that round ass that has featured in my fantasies for some time now.
But the moment she whips her sweater over her head, the sight of her fantastic tits six inches from my face demands all my attention, and both my hands.
Her body is a playground, and I’m over the fucking moon to explore every feature.As she rolls her hips, teasing herself and my raging hard-on, my arms wrap around her torso to hold her still so I can shove my face in her generous cleavage.
Ahh fuck, cinnamon and sugar.
I’m just about to test if she tastes like that too, when the phone in my pocket starts buzzing.It’s as effective as a bucket of water.
“Ohh,” Bess groans when I gently shift her away from my cock and dig in my pocket for my phone.
“Alexander,” I answer, quickly clearing my throat of the frog that made me sound funny.
“Catch you at a bad time?”Brenda asks.
I love that woman like a sister, but she’s nosy as hell and there isn’t much that passes her by.
“Nope,” I cut off her inquiries and get to the point.“What’s up?”
“Althof left for Spokane where he’s meeting with the feds, and I don’t want to disturb Savvy, who finally went home half an hour ago.Got a call from the hospital that Chance Tanek is awake.”
“I’m about ten minutes out and on my way.”
Bess is already climbing off my lap when I end the call.
“Sorry—”
She waves her hand to cut me off.
“No, it’s fine.You have to go.”
She’s far from fine, which is obvious from the way she struggles with her sweater in the rush to cover herself up.I’m worried if I leave now, she’s going to build up those shields she dropped for a bit, but I’ll just have to break them back down again next time.
I have to go talk to Chance.
