“Fuck…,” he growls, and grits his teeth. I arch my back again. “Touch yourself again.”
I do what he asks. Normally, touching myself in front of someone would make me too self-conscious to climax, but seeing Avery so riled up—knowing he’s so turned on he is about to lose it and that I did that to him—has taken away my inhibition. His lips curl into a sexy smile and he pumps harder. The new angle and the speed it causes has his tip tapping a part of me no one has touched, and stars explode in front of my eyes. What is that? Is that my G-spot? Holy God…
It’s minute after minute after minute of ecstasy, and I fight the orgasm pushing down on me because I don’t want this bliss to end. He’s fighting it too; I can tell by the strained look on his face, the way he’s biting his lip and the thump of the blood making the vein in his neck throb. I gasp for breath and pant out.“Baise-moi.”
He knows what that means. He knows I just saidFuck me. “Come for me. Come all over my dick.”
I hear the whimper escape his lips and turn into a moan as my body tenses and releases with a mind-blowing orgasm. A minute later I hear Avery make a similar sound and shudder between my legs. Then his torso lands on top of me like a warm, heavy blanket. He turns his face to my neck; his breath dances softly across my skin. “Are you okay?” he mumbles into my neck.
“Mmm…” I assure him softly.
He presses his lips to my jaw and then slowly pulls out and stands up, discarding the condom in the garbage can in the corner of the garage before grabbing his pants from his ankles and pulling them up. I pull my skirt down modestly and he grins. “Oh, now you’re shy?”
I laugh self-consciously and feel my face flush, which makes his smile deepen. When he smiles so deeply he almost has a dimple—almost—on his left cheek. I’ve seen it before—rarely—because deep, organic smiles like this aren’t in Avery’s daily life. I have to say, I adore his almost-dimple. I adore everything about this man, which is why this is so scary. He takes my hands and pulls me to a sitting position and then carefully reaches up and pulls my hair out of their pigtails. I shake my hair out, hoping it doesn’t look stupid. “Were the pigtails too much?”
“Hell no,” he replies, his eyes twinkling. He leans close and tilts my face and kisses me. It’s soft and long and his tongue is tender and languid as it passes over mine. “But my dick will never go soft again if we don’t get you out of this outfit.”
I smile, feeling victorious.
“Let’s get you inside and into some sweats or something,” he urges.
“Too bad you don’t eat more carbs. Then maybe you’d have a potato sack I could wear,” I joke, and jump off the trunk bed.
“Let’s not go crazy…,” he says, and as I climb the stairs to the kitchen his hands go under the back of my skirt and he palms my ass.
I squeal and run through the house, with Avery chasing me. I make it to the living room before I feel his big hands on my waist and he tosses me onto the soft leather couch and crawls on top of me. We lie like that staring at each other for a while. His hands are in my hair, brushing lazily through it every couple of minutes. I have my arms around his neck, my thumb tracing his hairline.
“So…did you talk to Seb?”
I nod. “Yeah. He’s good and he knows I’m good.”
“Did you tell him? About this?”
I shake my head. “I wasn’t sure what to say.”
He blinks and runs his hand through my hair again before locking his eyes with mine. “Tell him the truth.”
I bite my lip for a second and then grin. “Hey, Seb, your friend and ex-captain, the guy you think is a monk, had his dick in me the other night and I’m kind of hoping it happens again.”
He laughs, shaking his body and mine, before shaking his head. “I didn’t mean that.”
“But that’s the truth,” I argue back, still smiling but kind of embarrassed.
He pauses to kiss me softly on the mouth. No tongue, but it still creates heat that ripples through my body and pools between my legs. “I didn’t mean you should tell him the whole truth. Just the dumbed-down PG-thirteen version.”
I pretend to think really hard about it. “Hey, Seb, Avery and I have kind of become more than friends?”
“That’s a start.” He smiles and drops his head a little so our faces are closer. His lips are near my cheek. “Hey, Seb, I think I want to date your amazing friend Avery.”
“Amazing, huh?” I laugh, and he pulls back to catch my eye again.
“I’m not amazing?” He rolls his hips, creating a perfectly delicious friction against the front of my underwear.
“Oh you’re amazing…” I sigh and roll my hips back.
“So are you going to tell him?” He rolls his hips again. Oh, God, that feels good.
“Can we not talk about my brother while you dry-hump me?”
