Page 4 of Last First Love
Ken
So okay, I haven't quite sealed the deal with sexy photographer babe Lily yet. Don't worry, I still believe in myself.
And I definitely saw the way she was staring at me. Heck, every time I talked to the woman she blushed and stammered like a schoolgirl.
What a yummy picture that would be, the curvy, luscious body of Lily all wrapped up in a tight white button up shirt and a teeny tiny plaid schoolgirl skirt. Chaste white cotton panties underneath. Maybe her long red hair up in pigtails even. How much would I love to unwrap that particular living daydream?
But why in the name of all cockblockery is Elliott Vaughn here and giving me the most aggressive stink eye of our entire epic bro-mance?
"So, Ell," I say. "Have you met Lily? She's our very lovely, very talented photographer. You know, for the hot firefighter calendar that you aren't in. Plus, this year we get to cuddle with puppies." I snuggle up against the tiny, pudgy puppy that I've been holding. He really is super cute, and I've always had a soft spot in my heart for the little guy, no matter what the situation is. Even puppies, apparently.
Elliott narrows his eyes at me and his nostrils flare with every breath he takes. I swear he looks like he's ready to charge at me and punch me right in the nose.
Um, what on earth? Is Lily his new girlfriend or something? Because that would be bad.
Very bad, because I've definitely been hitting on her super aggressively and have spent almost the entirety of this photoshoot thinking about doing something naughty enough to make her blush again. But this time with the camera trained on her instead of me.
Good heaven above, but she's gorgeous. Lily has got the most incredible set of curves I've ever seen, and I'd like nothing more than to examine them up close and personal with my hands and mouth, and without all these pesky clothes in the way. And then take my very own private naughty movie of her, to enjoy repeatedly at my leisure afterwards.
But well, if she's Elliott's girl for real, I better stop thinking about her naked right away. That's a clear violation of the bro code. The bro-gram, if you prefer.
I'll give myself a few more delicious minutes of fantasizing about spanking a naughty schoolgirl version of Lily and then I'll close the book on that particular chapter. Pinky promise.
My eyes flick to Elliott's face. And now he's grinding his teeth so hard that I swear actual sparks are popping out from between his molars. "Um, Ell, what's the matter? Also, what are you doing here?" I put my cute little buddy Squiggles back in with his puppy brothers and sisters and then brush my hands off on my pants. "I get that you have firefighter envy—"
He actually snorts at that line. Good. If he's even quasi-laughing then maybe he won't be as likely to murder me for checking out Lily's voluptuous, made-for-sin body. Maybe.
I mean, probably it's a good thing that I think his girl's hot as hell, right? So probably I can still salvage this situation without ending up in a full body cast. Better to shift back into joke mode so he doesn't get the full picture of all the wicked thoughts I've been entertaining about the lovely Lily.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance."But come on, bro. I'll have to tell the other ambos about you hanging out with some real men if you don't quit following me around everywhere I go." I fold my arms and then bounce my pecs a couple of times at him. Take that, mister meat wagon.
This time, Elliott rolls his eyes. "You're fucking ridiculous, Daniels."
I shake my butt at him, then spank it one time. "I know you like what I've got, mister medic." My eyes flick over to where Lily is watching us, her lips bunched together in suppressed laughter. Or else she's trying not to be sick. She’s looked vaguely queasy off and on this whole shoot. Hmm. Only one of those is good, but honestly, I can still make this work with either response from her.
Wait, no. She's apparently Elliott's newest girlfriend. I've got to quit thinking about taking her to dinner. Then breakfast the morning after. And speaking of food, I need to return my attention to Elliott so he doesn't figure out how hard I've been pushing the me and Lily agenda.
"Did you come by just to buy me lunch? Or were you more into ogling the rest of this year's crop of beefcakes?" I jerk my thumb over toward the group of guys milling around Darcy and Abernathy. "Because you know I'm the one and only special man in your life, isn't that right?" I leer at him, then make an exaggerated kissing face.
"Daniels, would you please quit acting like an idiot in front of my baby sister? She doesn't want to deal with your crap." I pause mid smooch, then stand up straight, looking at him extra closely.
"Your sister?" I ask, because this may be the best news I've heard yet today. If Lily isn't Elliott's girlfriend, then it’s entirely possible she really was giving me the sexy eyes earlier. And if she was giving me any form of sexy eyes, I'm definitely going to cash in on all the promises her body is making right now. Well, as soon as I get out from underneath Elliott's completely unnecessary stink eye.
"You remember Lily, don't you?" He shrugs, then shoves his hands into his pockets. "Well, maybe you don't. Daniels, this is Lily, my one and only precious baby sister. Now don't do anything incredibly stupid like trying to show her your dick."
I laugh more than a little nervously. I don't want him to know that every single thought since I've met her has basically been about how I could possibly arrange for her to be naked with me and looking at my dick as soon as possible.
"Now, now." I flash him my best supermodel smile, the one with the little dimple flashing across my cheek. "I make them wait until the third date, Ell. You know I'm not some easy lay."
My eyes slide past him and zero in on Lily again. What is it about her? She's not my usual type, for sure. She's far too shy, too innocent for the likes of dirty old me. But I can't seem to keep my eyes off her.
There's something very charming and innocent about theway she gets so flustered around me. And I can't help but want to get her worked up and overheated enough until she finally gives in to my advances, letting me press every square inch of her soft, creamy skin against my sharp, hardened edges and then make her moan out my name again and again while I do every wicked thing I can think of to her.
But hold up, how on earth could this possibly be Elliott's little twerpy sister? The last time I saw her, she was nothing but a little kid. She had braces that gave her a lisp when she talked, and I felt like she was basically a walking skinned knee and a pair of pigtails, nothing else. Elliott always called her Metal Mouth and it made her cry a little, but she was a kid, barely in middle school.
The Lily in front of me is a grown up, grade A bombshell. She looks like one of those pin-up girls, all curves and sexy promises of what's to come once I sweet talk her out of her clothes and in between my sheets.
"Hey Lily, sorry. I haven't seen you in a long time I guess." I rub the back of my neck with one hand. I'm not the kind of guy who gets embarrassed anymore, but completely failing to recognize my best friend's little sister? That's not cool. "You certainly have gotten bigger since the last time I saw you."
