Page 15 of Red, White, and You

“Wow,” Brie sighs behind me. “It’s beautiful up here.”

I turn to watch her take it all in, the moonlight reflecting silver in her eyes. Finally, she turns to me and smiles. “Thank you for bringing me up here to see this view.”

That’s not why I brought her here, but I nod as I settle onto the bench, patting the place beside me in invitation.

Brie looks at the bench, then straddles me to sit on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck; I slide mine around her waist.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, then leans down to press her lips against mine.

I kiss her hard, sliding my hands up into her thick hair and holding her head to mine as my tongue parts her lips and crashes with hers. She moans into the kiss and her hips rock against me, desperation and need obvious in the way her body speaks to mine without words.

We have years to make up for and only a week to do so; patience is not a virtue I can entertain right now. I tug her t-shirt free of her jeans and Brie raises her arms so I can pull the shirt off, then I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. The lace falls between us and Brie arches back until her breasts are within my reach; I pull one into my mouth, sucking hard and smiling around her flesh when she moans and her fingers tighten in my hair.

Her body has changed some, as mine has. It’s been nearly two decades since I’ve touched her. She’s fuller now, softer inall the best places. The body of the young woman I remember has matured, becoming this voluptuous, thick creature sitting before me now. I’ve been desperate to reacquaint myself with her curves since the moment she stepped out of her car this afternoon.

I switch to the other breast, pulling the nipple between my teeth and teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Brie’s hips buck and she presses herself toward me, forcing more of her breast into my mouth. I need to get this woman naked, need to hear her scream my name. I need the bite of her nails in my back, need to be trapped within the cage of her legs.

I need her.

Allof her.

I release her breast and find her mouth again, and when we kiss this time, each thrust of her tongue is desperate, searching.

Hungry.

“Brady, I—”

Her words cut off and she goes rigid in my arms.

The sound of a woman giggling and a loud male voice quickly follows.

“We’re about to be interrupted,” I say, stating the obvious.

“Where’s my shirt?” she whispers.

I lean forward and she quickly wraps her arms around me so she doesn’t fall backwards. I retrieve her shirt, then help her pull it on, tugging it down with seconds to spare.

“Oh! Whoops!” a woman says, giggling loudly.

A man gives a low whistle, then chuckles as he says, “We didn’t think anyone knew about this spot.”

Craig. I shake my head, then swivel it toward him and raise an eyebrow.

“Ah hell, sorry, Brady.” Craig rubs his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t think anyoneelseknew about this spot.”

I should have never told him about the bench I dedicated to my Pops. “No worries, man.” I return my attention to Brie, shaking my head. “Cabin?”

She nods.

I incline my head, then unhook my arms from around her. She stands, and the light from the moon displays her nipples against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. I clear my throat and motion toward her breasts.

Brie quickly crosses her arms, her pink bra dangling from one wrist. As soon as she realizes, she tugs it up and wraps her hand around it. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, hanging her head.

Doing my best not to laugh, I grab her by the hand and lead her back down the trail.

Craig and his guest step out of the way, quiet as we pass, but as soon as we are out of view their loud voices resume.

Brie

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