Page 98 of Forever

“He was good. He had fun with Tanner while we were out. And Mason came over for a bit and the four of us played football outside.”

“I’m sure he loved that.”

“He did. He was so tuckered out that we barely made it through half a book before he fell asleep. Come here, I want to show you something else.” I pulled her into the family room.

She dropped my hand and looked at the new pictures on the mantel. She smiled when she reached the one of us from high school. “I remember that day.”

“I remember that night,” I said.

She laughed. “Yeah. I remember that too.”

“I was thinking we could reenact it.”

“You want to reenact your parents being out of town? And your brother being at a party?”

“Yes.”

“We’re not 16 anymore, Matt.”

“No. But we were rarely all alone back then. And we’re rarely alone right now.”

She squealed as I lifted her into my arms. I carried her into the kitchen and put her down on the island. I needed a new memory of someone naked on this kitchen counter.

Sixteen years ago, we’d skipped a party after my team won so that we could be alone. Brooklyn insisted she’d wanted to bake something. But I’d only had one thing on my mind then. And I only had one thing on my mind now.

I stepped between her legs, pushing her thighs apart.

“This is not what I was expecting when I walked in the door tonight,” she said.

“I want you to love surprises again. So I’ll keep surprising you until you do.”

She smiled. “I’ve always lovedyoursurprises. Just not my dad’s.”

I really didn’t want to talk about Mr. Pruitt right now. For just a few minutes, I wanted Brooklyn to forget about all the pain she was carrying around. I slid my hands up her thighs, forcing her skirt to rise up higher. I ran one of my thumbs up the side of her thong and circled her hip bone. “I love this part of you.” Where her soft flesh met a hard line.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“So you remember that night?” I asked, lowering my mouth to her skin. I kissed the inside of her thigh.

She didn’t reply, but she grabbed the back of my head.

“Greedy girl,” I whispered and nipped at the skin on the inside of her thigh.

She tightened her grip in my hair.

My fingers dug into her hipbone as I pushed her thong aside with my free hand. She was already glistening, begging for my tongue. “I remember making a mess. Kind of like what you’re doing now.” A drop of her wetness had landed on the granite countertop.So fucking sexy.

“I think we made a bigger mess than that,” she said.

She was right. We’d made such a mess. I locked eyes with her as I licked her wetness off the counter.God.I’d meant what I said during the tasting tonight. I could fucking live off her sweetness. I lifted my head from between her thighs.

“Matt…”

“Do you know what else I remember?” I asked as I walked around the island toward the fridge. “That you were still bad at asking me for what you wanted. That you had no problem spreading your thighs for me in the middle of my parents’ kitchen. But were too shy to ask me to make you come with my tongue.”

Her jaw dropped.

I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of whipped cream. Which I’d picked up exactly for this occasion. Because I’d wanted to make a mess with her too.

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