Page 39 of Gorgeous

Someone crunches a graham cracker, the noise making me jump. Probably Hayes. His horny ass is probably enjoying the hell out of this.

Tim’s body pushes through my legs and I let out an “eep!” He shushes me, trailing a long finger up the curve of my hips, along my ribs, cresting to a stop on my shoulder. My pulse pounds to an unsteady rhythm with each stroke of his steady hand.

Oh God. I hope he doesn’t feel me sweating.

Whose idea was this again?

Oh, right. I wanted Tim to feel included.

He definitely seems comfortable.

Great idea, B.

Tim’s hands are on the move again, kneading the muscles along my shoulders. I’ve never had a massage before but if I had, I’m positive this would top any of those experiences. The condensation from the beer I have clutched in a death grip drips onto my hand and I freaking jump again. I’m in sensation overload with Tim in my face. Breathing. Closer. Until we’re nose to nose. My traitorous body betrays me when his warm breath feathers along my cheeks, his palm caressing the curve of my neck before coming to a stop at the base of my throat.

I freaking shiver in his arms.

His fingers spread wide, taking up nearly the entirety of my neck. The only movement is his thumb rubbing soft circles over the hollow of my throat.

Dear God.

This man hasn’t said a fucking word and I already would go home with him.

He moves closer to my ear, his breath ghosting every part of me until he stops, drawing out the torture. I can’t tell if it’s the buzz of the beer or the high of being in Tim’s proximity, but I feel lethargic. Fluid like a puddle.

“Brecklyn.” The cadence is smooth when he whispers my name along the edge of my ear. His fingers squeeze my neck, not choking but preparing me for something great. And then he does the unthinkable. He squeezes harder, his tone rougher than I’ve ever heard as he grates out each word separately. “Beg. Me.”

To all the women in the world: You are not prepared for this man.

I have to tear my eyes from the fire so they can roll back in my head. The sound. The broken fucking sound of his voice has me in a trance as my head flops back against the lounge chair.

“Holy fucking shit!” Hayes hollers from his seat. “I think I just came.”

Tim pulls back and rolls his eyes, gracing me with a smile before swiping his thumb across my cheekbone in a sweet gesture.

“What the fuck, man? You could have been going with me to bars and scoring pussy left and right. What—” With a burnt marshmallow on the top of his stick—a real one, not the one in his pants—Hayes motions wildly at Tim when he stands. “You are a beast,” he exclaims, waving the marshmallow around like he has some kind of sword. “Seriously, dude. You are coming out with me this weekend.”

Tim shakes his head, taking his beer back from Mason and chugging it.

“Oh no. You are not telling me no after this shit. B orgasmed on the spot!” Hayes yells.

Before I can deny his ludicrous statement, something hits me on the side of the head and an audible gasp echoes around the fire. “Oops. Sorry, B.”

I glare at Hayes, feeling along the side of my head where gooey, sticky marshmallow clings to a large chunk of my hair.

“Hayes!” I spring out of the chair, goo sticking to my fingers. “You suck,” I yell at him with my sticky ass hands on my hips. One by one, they all start snickering until they are full-blown howling.

“I-I’m sorry, B.” Laughter breaks apart his sweet offer. “I’ll help you get it out.”

I wave off the charming blond and turn to head into the house. “I got it. You boys finish up.”

In their defense, they hold in the worst of their laughter until I get to the door.

Bent over at an awkward angle under the kitchen faucet, I try to get the side of my head under the running water. It’s harder than it seems to keep it from running down the back of my neck, but maybe I’m just that uncoordinated. The latter could be the case.

The marshmallow is damn near glued to my head and all I keep doing is pulling out strands of hair instead of the sticky gunk.

“Fuck,” I mutter, losing another long strand to the marshmallow Gods.

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