My arms wrapped around her, deepening the kiss. “I’ll always make out with you.”
I helped her out of the truck and escorted her back into the house. We’d had a delightful time, but all that making out made me ready for… other things.
By the sweetness in her peach scent, she was up for it, as well. If I pulled down her panties and touched her, would she be soaking wet?
Probably.
Picking her up, princess style, I carried her upstairs. “My room?”
“Please, Boo-Bear.” Her voice went breathy, and her sweet need went through the bond right to my dick.
That nickname of hers from our youth always did me in.
“Whatever you want, Grace.”
Evan was curled up in the sunken living room on the third floor, watching a decorating show. “Peaches, did you pass?”
“I did.” She gave me a coy look, and from the bond I could tell exactly what sort of reward she desired–and it wasn’t ice cream.
“I’m so proud of you. First your car license, next your motorcycle license. I wish I could be your backpack.” His gaze turned wistful.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to fit on the back of that tiny motorcycle of hers. I wasn’t sure how Riley would fit in that sidecar–certainly, I wasn’t going to.
She thought for a moment. “Icanride Jett’s. We could always take his for a spin around the neighborhood.”
Getting up off the couch, he gave her a kiss.
“Our sweet peach deserves a treat. Will you stay with us for a while? I think she needs to be the filling.” I kissed her forehead.
“Oh yes, please.” Her eyes danced with delight.
“Don’t need to ask me twice.” Evan shut off the television and followed us into my bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed.
“You two smell like outside and whiskey,” Evan said as he took off his shirt.
“We went up to Starry Point and tasted whiskey for the fountain and made out like horny teenagers.” Grace kicked off her shoes and got undressed.
I did the same, my desire growing for them with every passing second.
Patting her bare ass, she got on all fours for me.
“Are you ready for me?” I swiped her with my fingers. “Oh yes, you are.” I brought them to my lips. “So ready.”
“Oh, I want to try.” Evan licked her essence off my fingers. “Perfect.”
That they were.
“Who do you want, where, Peaches?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” she replied.
“Ride me while Evan takes your ass?” I rolled onto the bed, needing to be knot deep in her.
“Mmmm, yes, please.”
She climbed on top of me, holding my hands as she slid onto my cock. Oh yeah, she was so ready for me.
