Kenji spends most of his time looking at his phone, which is not normal behavior for him. I’m dying to know what’s up, but it’s Kenji, so he won’t tell me until he’s ready.
Liam’s been holding my hand on top of the table since the server took our menus. I like how he’s rubbing his thumb along the back of it in a soothing motion. It feels so nice. Kenji and I used to keep our PDA to a minimum, especially since we weren’t really in a relationship anyway. But I like how Liam’s holding my hand. There’s a sense of comfort in being claimed this way publicly, and I find myself enjoying his physical attention more than I anticipated.
“Do you remember that summer we did that big family vacation at the lake?” Walker says out of the blue.
“You mean when you fell out of the boat?” Liam teases.
Walker grins. He’s not even a little embarrassed. That’s my brother for you.
“Yeah. That one. That was the best fucking summer.”
“It really was.” Kenji says, a shy smile lighting up his face.
We spend some time reminiscing about all the funny things that happened on that trip. Our families went on a joint vacation to Grand Lake for two weeks. We stayed in cabins right on the lake, and Kenji’s parents rented a boat. We all learned to water-ski for the first time. It was the best vacation I’d ever had.My parents basically ignored us for two whole weeks. It was fantastic.
I know for sure that Kenji’s two weeks were more than interesting. He spent the whole vacation hooking up with a guy he met in town on his first day. It got to the point that I was afraid to sit on any of the outdoor furniture.
I ended up spending far too much time with the guy’s brother because I was covering for Kenji. It was nice to hang out with no pressure, and we ended up having a blast. I was a late bloomer when it came to sex. I was interested, but not ready to jump into it like the boys did that summer.
College changed everything for me. Being away from the pressure of my family allowed me to open up in ways I couldn’t at home. I loved the chance to be my own person, and not live in the shadow of Walker’s hockey prowess. No one knew my brother or that he played amazing hockey, so I could just be me. Not the rink rat who played second fiddle to her talented brother. It was everything I didn’t know I needed, and I probably went a little crazy with the freedom of it.
The food arrives, and we all dig in as if we haven’t eaten in weeks. Everything is just as good as advertised, so there’s very little conversation until we’ve all eaten our fill. Liam’s the first one to finish, leaning back with a sigh of contentment. If they pat their bellies, I’m going to laugh. I’m not even halfway done, and I’m probably not going to finish all my food.
“Hey, Mads, are you gonna...” Walker asks, looking longingly at my plate.
“Stop!” I hold up a hand, cutting him off. I know where this is going.
“No!” I reiterate before he can even start with me. Why does my brother always want my food? Eat your own food, damn it. I’m over sharing everything with him.
“But your food always looks so good!”
“No. Get your own food!”
I glare at my brother and I circle my arms around my plate to protect my food, but he’s not intimidated in the least. He waves his fork around as if he’s going in for my eggs. Not on my watch. Back off, bro. I swat his fork out of his hand. Hah! Take that. It goes flying and lands on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liam trying to hold back a laugh. I huff. He gives me a grin and caresses my arm. I shiver. Damn this man.
“So cute when you’re feisty.” He leans in and murmurs into my ear. His grin just gets wider when I turn my glare his way, but I secretly love that he likes that side of me. I continue to glare, but it’s all pretense. Honestly, I’m just admiring how hot he looks this morning. The short sleeves of his t-shirt are showing off his arms so nicely. I love me some arm porn, and Liam’s is top tier. Smooth tan skin showing off his muscular forearms and biceps. It’s hard to glare when I’m appreciating his fine physique.
“See something you like, Mads?” he asks quietly. Not that Kenz and my brother are listening. I’m pretty sure they are in a hot debate about lifting or something. I’m not listening because I honestly don’t care.
I decide to go big.
“Hmm I do, hockey boy. I definitely do.” I hear his quick intake of breath, and his eyes widen. Oh, my guy likes it when I’m bold. Good to know.
“Fuuuck.” It’s a quiet outburst, so only I can hear, but it makes me smirk. I’m loving the heat in his eyes. It’s so good to be wanted. It feels like forever since that happened. I love that I can turn him on like that. So hot!
I wink and slide hand along the inside of his leg up his massive thighs, teasing with a featherlight touch. I love the easy access of his basketball shorts. My fingers follow a path up theinside of his thigh, past the edge of his shorts. His skin is so warm and smooth that I want to touch more of it.
“Maddie!” he hisses, pupils blown and breath getting heavier. The power I have over his arousal sends a shiver of heat through me. In the background, Walker and Kenji are arguing, so I get a little bolder. Scraping my nails lightly over his skin, as my caresses move further up with each stroke.
“Mads, please?” he whines softly, sounding needy and unsure. God, that’s so hot. This gorgeous guy is losing it for me. Because of my hands on him and it’s turning me on like never before. I hold his gaze, showing him how much I love it. I run my hand up and over his cock, noting how hard it is and confirming what I already suspected. My guy is gifted. My core zings with heat and I’m suddenly overwhelmed with thoughts of him inside me. God, it’s been so damn long. I almost moan.
“Do you guys need anything else?” Our server’s question effectively snaps us both out of our lusty haze. What are we doing? This is not the place for this.
Yeah, but it was hella hot.
Liam adjusts himself in his shorts, and I lean forward to give him some cover. We’d never hear the end of it, if my brother caught us. Getting Liam so worked up while we’re out in public has me all hot and bothered, but not even a little remorseful. Even though I know it’s hard to hide his arousal in basketball shorts. He leans over and whispers in my ear.
“Jesus you are so fucking sexy. You make me crazy, Mad girl.” His hot breath in my ear gives me instant goosebumps, and I do a whole-body shiver. He runs his lips along the crook of my neck, behind my hair. My body shudders.
