Page 52 of Keeping You

Her eyes widen as she gnaws on her lip. She looks around the group for a second before grabbing her drink and chugging as the girl’s jaws drop.

“You’re keeping secrets now, Len?” Aspen asks.

Lennon looks anywhere but their faces as she takes another sip, looks at Brinley, and says, “Your turn.”

Brinley gnaws on her lip before she nods and tosses her beanbag. We watch it slide in, and she turns to Aspen.

“What’s going to happen when Beau comes back to town in a few months?”

Aspen looks at Brinley like a deer in headlights. “Beau’s coming back?” she whispers

Chloe and Brinley look at each other before looking back at Aspen.

“You didn’t know?” Chloe asks.

Aspen shakes her head, and I ask, “Who’s Beau?”

“No one,” Aspen quickly interjects.

The conversation moves on, and we laugh as the more we drink, the worse our throws become. We’re laughing at Aspen’s lastest attempt when arms wrap around my middle and hot air dusts over the shell of my ear. Grayson’s scent fills my nose, and I find myself relaxing into him.

“Having fun?” he whispers, and I nod. “I’m glad,” he says before placing a delicate kiss behind my ear that has me melting like fucking butter on toast into him. He chuckles and runs his nose down my neck.

“Get a room,” Chloe calls.

His nose leaves my skin briefly before his mouth replaces it as he trails soft kisses down my neck. Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and I close my eyes as I lean my head to the side, allowing him more access. He steps back and leaves me hanging. I turn and stare at him. The fucker winks and walks away, leaving me all hot and bothered, standing here with his sister.

“Glad to see you’re having fun,” Brinley says on a laugh.

“That was not fun,” I say, frustrated as hell.

Chloe and I leave the group to help her parents set up the food for everyone. It’s buffet style, with chairs scattered around the yard for people to sit. It’s very family style, and I love it. I grab a plate and make my way down the line, adding differentitems before I make my way to a chair at the edge of the yard. Even with my head down, I can tell it’s Grayson who pulls a chair up right beside me and settles in. I look over at him and raise a brow.

“Can’t leave my wife to eat alone,” he says.

“Oh, but you can get her all worked up in public and then fuck off?”

He leans over the arm of his chair until he’s as close as he can possibly get and whispers, “If you want that ache between your legs to go away, Spitfire, all you have to do is ask. I’d be more than happy to oblige and watch you come undone as you call my name again.”

I squirm in my seat, his words having their desired effect. I twist and lean in close, matching his position. When my mouth is beside his ear, I let out a soft breath, allowing it to dust over his ear.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I whisper in a low, husky tone before my teeth scrape across his earlobe.

“I keep my promises,” he says with a wink before settling back in his chair, his plate positioned just so on his lap.

I let out a soft laugh.

“You laughing at me, Spitfire?”

I bite my lip and bat my eyelashes at him. The grin that spreads across his face is feral and has me wanting to jump out of my chair and drag him to our room.

“I think someone might need to be taught a lesson.”

I bat my lashes more dramatically. “Are you gonna spank me?”

He adjusts himself in his seat. “Do you want that?” he asks, his own voice growing deeper with arousal.

I nod.

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