Page 59 of Book Boyfriends
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Right there?” He presses a little harder, the delicious rasp of the layers of clothes between us winds the tension tighter. “Look at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy, writhing against me like a pussycat in heat.” He nips at my ear. “With no thought of us being discovered.”
A vine-covered wall to our right and a shady maple tree kitty-corner to that provide the illusion of privacy. My neighbors, any car that moves down the quiet street, or a passerby coming this way may not notice us, but if someone came from the left and looked just long enough, they may see. Writhing my hips against him leaves nothing to the imagination if we are caught. That likelihood of exposure sends an unexpected thrill through me.
He thrusts against me, the tension building at my center. “Do you like the threat of getting caught doing something you’re not supposed to?”
“Maybe I just want you so much that I don’t care,” I pant, moving against him, the coming orgasm teasing awake.
“Fuck…” Fingers grip tighter on my thighs, he captures my moans with his hungry kisses.
A violent shudder rips through me with my climax’s quick intensity. Blinking away the headiness, I can’t remember the last time I came so fast and only from dry humping. Not to mention, I’ve never let someone bring me to orgasm in public.
“Are you alright?” He caresses my cheeks, his dark eyes soft and searching.
“Very alright,” I say a little breathless, a goofy grin slinking across my face.
“Good—” he nuzzles my nose with his “—because Ireallywant to make you do that again.”
“I think I would enjoy that.” I trace the outline of his smile with my fingers. Satiation jellies every bit of me. Even my protesting brain is quiet. All the reasons I shouldn’t be doing this are silent. I’d not listen anyway, not when I’m snug against Davis’s hard angles.
“That’s not who you left with.” A disapproving voice snaps me out of my lust-filled haze.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I CAN’T DO THIS
My life is a bad rom-com!Cringing, I twist my head and find Rem, his face pinched, standing at the walkway’s start, a leash connected to Wentworth dangles from my brother’s hand. Beside him, a shit-eating grin spreads across Hope’s face.
Davis lowers me to my feet. Fixing my skirt, I step in front of him to help cover the not-so-little situation I helped create in his jeans.
“Rem. Hope. What are you doing here?” I purse my lips.
“We live here,” he deadpans.
“Your niece is active tonight, so we went for a walk to settle her.” She rubs her belly. “We thought Wentworth may want to join, so you didn’t need to walk him after?—”
“Your date.” Rem hands me the leash, his gaze flicking between me and Davis. “As I said, he’s not who you left with.”
“I thought Owen and you were just friends,” Davis mumbles.
“We are,” I murmur.
Lips pursed, Rem quirks one blond brow.
Hope shoots him a sharp look and then turns her bright smile on Davis. “Hi. I’m Hope, the best friend.”
“I’m Davis.” He rubs his nape
“Davis?” Her brows waggle. “TheDavis.”
And I thought the Spanx situation was bad, but this...Eyes closed, I suck in a steadying breath.
“Davis? The guy from the other night? The one Jackson set you up with? The one you walked out on?” Remtsks.
“I think they got past that, honey.” Hope pats his shoulder.
Davis clears his throat. “TheDavis?”
