Page 23 of Shifting Sands

We arrive at the end of the bridge, and I stop at the traffic light, looking at her expectantly.

“Where to?” I ask.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I thought we were going to your place,” she mumbles. “Since the girls are at mine,” she adds for clarification.

That does make the most sense. We’d have complete privacy. But for some reason, I like the fact that she thinks I’m just a bartender. Taking her to my beach house on the east end would definitely ruin that illusion.

“Um, my place is kind of a mess right now,” I lie.

“Oh, okay. Um, I guess my aunt’s place is fine,” she replies.

I reach over and take her hand in mine, feeling a jolt of electricity at the touch. “I have it on good authority that your friends are very heavy sleepers,” I inform her, which makes her laugh.

“I’m sure they are,” she says, and she intertwines her fingers with mine, then starts giving me directions.

When we pull up to the small home, I’m shocked to find that it’s right next door to Sebastian and Avie’s cottage. Yet another sign that this might not be the best idea. I ignore my inner voice again as I park behind a large silver truck and shut off the engine.

We sit in the dark for a long time. Her thumb gently rubs a circle on my palm, and when I finally move in to cup her cheek with my other hand, her eyes shift from mine to my lips. That’s when I lean in and kiss her. Her lips are soft and warm. It starts as a slow, exploratory kiss, but it quickly turns into something more passionate. I release her hand and bring both of mine to twine in her hair. It was only meant to be a quick kiss, but before I know it, our hands are all over each other.

I’m not sure how long we make out in the truck like teenagers, but by the time we finally separate, we’re both breathless, and my cock has grown painfully hard.

Suddenly, she crawls over the gearshift and onto my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. Then she slams her mouthagainst mine, and I caress her thighs that are resting on either side of my legs. Her hips start to move against my erection. I bring my hand between us and find the button of her jeans, and she breaks the kiss.

“Wait, someone might see us,” she pants.

“I don’t care,” I say as I pop the button.

She brings her head to rest against my shoulder as I tug her zipper down and feed my hand inside.

Brandee

Isit here, writhing, as his hand finds my sensitive flesh. The touch is gentle, and it feels so good. I don’t want it to stop even though the cab of the truck is growing colder.

“Brew,” I moan.

His lips graze my throat. “Yeah, baby?”

“Take me inside.” The request is breathy.

“Just a minute,” he says as he slides a finger inside of me, and I groan.

“Please, I want this to continue—I do—but it’s freezing out here,” I murmur.

That gets his attention. His free hand comes up to my bare shoulder. Gooseflesh covers my skin.

“Hold on to me,” he says as he removes his other hand from my jeans and his arm comes around me.

Reaching for the handle, he pushes the door open, and I keep a tight grasp on his shoulders as he exits the truck and carries me up the walkway to the porch.

“Do you have your key?” he asks as he sprints up the steps to the door.

“Nope. Erin and Jena took it. They said they’d leave it unlocked for me,” I say.

He reaches for the doorknob while keeping one arm firmly around my waist. “That’s not safe,” he mutters as the door swings open and he steps us inside. “Convenient, but unsafe.” He kicks the door shut and pins me up against it.

My mouth finds his, and I kiss him hungrily as his hands fall to cup my ass and tug me higher. My shoulders rest against the cool wood as he presses his big, hard body into mine.

I begin to tremble with need as my legs clamp around his hips, trying desperately to get closer to him. He’s hard, muscled, and the heat of him absorbs into me.

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