“Ending it?” I said, arching back a bit. “Who said ending it?”
He laughed and cupped the back of my head. “Thank Christ,” he said before bringing his lips to mine and kissing me hard. He sucked my lip into his mouth to the point my pulse throbbed between my legs. I squirmed against him and he slid one hand from my back to the front of my shorts. “Oh, my girl’s getting turned on, huh?”
“My friends are out there,” I whispered, yanking his mouth back to mine. He slid a finger inside the hem of my shorts and moved my panties to the side. I gasped when he teased me, not quite entering me but damn well getting me right to the edge. “Brigham, you bastard.”
“Will you be wet?”
“Yes,” I said grinding against him, desperate for him to follow through with it. “Please.”
“What if we stop now and see how much we can push each other until your friends leave?”
“What?” I almost cried. “Wait?”
“Yup.” He removed his hand and smiled. The hesitant look from earlier was replaced with a wild grin. “Just think how powerful your orgasm will be later. Hours later.”
I blew out a breath as my pulse pounded with need. “This is torture.”
“No, baby, this is prolonged foreplay.” He stood up, tucked the evidence of his own horniness into his pants and held out a hand. “Let’s go visit with your friends.”
“Bastard.”
“It’s all part of the process, Blue.” He yanked me to him, kissed me quick and patted my ass. “This isn’t a base, per say, but it’s like rounding first.”
“Well, I hate it. I do not like rounding first.”
He barked out a loud laugh as we went back out into the kitchen, where he joked with my friends like he’d known them for years. It made me inexplicably happy to see him fit in with my family, and thoughts ofthe futurecrept in. Could we last and make this a real thing? Did I want to?
Yeah. I definitely did.
Chapter Sixteen
Brigham
Megan and Ethan hugged Sarah goodbye after four more hours. Four hours of laughing and planning their business, four hours of seeing Sarah smile so fucking much it made my chest all light, and four hours of thinking about sliding her tiny shorts off her body and licking her until she screamed.
“Hopefully we’ll see you again, Brigham,” Megan said with a wave as she left. Ethan followed. Sarah locked the door and leaned against it. She looked at me with nothing but want in those clear blue eyes.
“They are gone,” she said, licking her bottom lip and checking me out. “I hate you a little bit.”
“Oh really, why?”
“I decided I don’t like being turned on for hours. It doesn’t exactly feel great.” She breathed heavier the closer I got to her, and if I could capture Sarah in one moment, it would be this. Wide-eyed, red cheeks, lips parted, with a dazed look in her eyes.
“You are beautiful.”
“Enough sweet talk. I’m gonna get myself off if you don’t take care of the mess you started.” She marched past me, toward the bedroom, but I caught a loop of her shorts with my finger and yanked her back to me. “Woah, hey.”
“Now that, I would like to see,” I said, letting my lips brush her ear. She trembled against me and I reached around to graze my hand over her hardened nipples. One thing I learned about Sarah was that she sometimes didn’t wear a bra. Like now. “Mm. You are definitely turned on.”
“Yes,” she said in a greedy tone. “Your fault.”
“I love hearing that.” I bit down on her ear, her back to my chest, and pinched both nipples before going lower. She hissed when I dipped a finger into her shorts, but I stilled, hoping to drive her wild. “Feel good?”
“Brigham,” she begged, and it was like a shot of whiskey, lighting me on fire. My girl was needy for me and I needed to take care of her.
“What do you want? Do you want to get off, right here in the middle of the living room, standing up, looking out of the window? Or do you want to go on the counter? Or in the bath? Tell me.”
“I’m going to die if I don’t get a release. Die.”
