Page 84 of My Brother’s Best Friends Entanglement

TWENTY-ONE

Marcus

If I could've made ten thousand guesses about how this day was going to end, it wouldn't have been this.

Me on a picnic blanket in the empty main bedroom of my demo site, balcony doors open, an almost naked Alexia Riley feeding me raspberries.

I mean, it would've been at the absolute top of the ways I wanted it to end, but I never would've guessed I'd get it.

She's giggling, trying to wriggle away, but I grip her hips, keeping her exactly where I want her, as close to me as humanly possible.

"What's so funny, witch?" I say, kissing her ear as I do, making her giggle contentedly.

"Your lips are pink," she says as she pops another raspberry into my mouth.

"Oh yeah? You think that's funny?" I lean in, against her grinning mouth and kiss her hard. She instantly melts against me, her hand resting on my bare chest, as she makes a delicious sound into my mouth.

I pull away, our lips making a little pop sound. "Ha, now your lips are pink too."

She pouts them. "Does it make them look as pretty as yours?"

I smile at her, brushing the hair out of her face. "Nothing looks as pretty as your lips, Lexi." I cock an eyebrow. "I can only imagine how they'll look wrapped around my cock."

It's adorable how that filthy mouth that was teasing me while we were having sex is so shy now.

Her cheeks almost match the colour of her lips, and she slides off my lap before I can stop her, and reaches for another container on the blanket.

It's the olive dip. I watch her struggle with it, frowning at the plastic tab she can't tear off.

"Stop staring at me," she grumbles and then hands me the container as she reaches for another bottle.

"I was admiring. There's a difference."

"Enlighten me," she says, distracted as she rifles through the second bag of groceries.

"One is creepy and the other is charming." I give up with the dip container and lift it to my mouth, ripping the tab with my teeth.

She gasps and slaps her hand on my arm. "Careful! You'll ruin your teeth!"

I grab her hand and yank her back into my lap, pulling apart my shirt that she's wearing and burying my head against her chest, nipping at her nipple with my teeth.

She shivers, letting out a little gasp that goes straight to my already semi-hard cock. I don't think I'll ever get fully soft around her. Not now that I know how she feels, how she tastes, the sensation of her clenching around my cock when she comes from me fucking her. Her nails drag down the back of my neck and I growl against her breast, biting down a little harder. She hisses but the way her nails dig in tells me she doesn't mind at all.

"I think you'll agree that my teeth are working just fine," I say, letting go of her nipple, readjusting the shirt to cover her. "Marcus: one. Alexia..."

She glares at me, then turns in my lap and grinds her ass against me in response.

"Alexia...what?" She fixes me with that look of hers.

"Er, Alexia...whatever she wants."

She beams and I lean in, kissing her neck. "I mean it. Whatever you want. It's yours."

"Olive dip."

"Hmmm?" I say, absentmindedly, drunk on her scent.

"You said anything I want. I want olive dip."