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Fingernails scraped along my sides as she moaned. She tasted so sweet. Her tongue met mine, flicking across my lips in an echo of how I lapped at her. I didn’t tolerate it nearly as well as she did. The move clenched me up, and I rocked into her without conscious thought.
She gasped when I rocked again, pulling on my neck to draw me closer. Absolutely impossible with how we were plastered against each other. But I was game to try if she was.
I moved, backing us to the wall a few feet away. She turned wild under my hands as her back met cinderblock, writhing against where I was getting harder, faster than I’d thought possible. The perfect weight of her breast was heavy in my palm. So soft.
“Christ, Lainey.” I tore my mouth away from where I nipped along her jaw. Feeling wasn’t enough. I had toseeher arching into me. My thumb circled around and around, skirting the edges of the little budded nipple pushing against the fabric of her tank top.
“Sam. Please.” I savored her whimper, hooking a hand behind her knee, boosting up at the same moment she wrapped her other leg around. We were practically choreographed. I thrust against her hard before I could control myself. Nails scraped up my neck and her fingers tangled in my hair. The pinch of pain where she gripped the strands only spurred me on.
“You like that, Honey?” My hips rolled into hers again and again. I echoed the movement with my mouth, tongue spearing through her lips as she panted, wide open for me, top andbottom. I clenched the fingers currently holding her ass to the wall. Her flesh was pliant under my hand. I slipped up into her spandex shorts. Gripped harder. She bit my lip in response.
I groaned. “Lainey, I—”
“No sex in the gym! I just cleaned the mats today, man.”
Lainey froze, head jerking up to locate the source of Will’s voice. I glared at the security camera in the corner, tilting my body to hide as much of Lainey as possible. We still had all our clothes on, but something feral in my chest growled at the prospect of someone else seeing her like this. Open and wet andhot.
“Go away.”
“Bro, I woke up to take a piss and saw the security alerts on my phone going crazy.Yougo away.”
“Oh, my God.” Lainey buried her face in my chest and clenched her legs tighter around me, like she wanted to curl into a little ball and hide.
“William.” I’d spent most my life practically co-raising my younger brothers. I liked to think I had netted some minimal authority over them.
“No sex, Sam! Lock up when you leave.” The light on the camera blinked from green to red when he ended the livestream to his phone. Thank God.
My hands skated across Lainey’s shoulders. Fucking Will. “Sorry about that.”
She groaned, still tucked into my chest. “He’s never going to let us hear the end of this.”
Sighing, I stroked my hands across her skin again. She was probably right.
Chapter 18
Sam
My middle finger saluted the camera at the back door as I shepherded Lainey into the parking lot. I knew Will would review the footage in the morning, that dick.
It had been a Herculean effort to pull myself away, but hearing my brother’s voice over a loudspeaker when I’d been about to dry-hump Lainey through a wall was as sobering as a bucket of cold water.
We’d both had shitty days, and she was reeling from all the stuff with her stupid ex. Not to mention she had an early surgery tomorrow. After all that, right on the tail of her confession that relationships made her overwhelmed, I’d manhandled her in a public place.
What had I been thinking? Obviously, I wasn’t. I’d apparently outsourced that activity into my pants.
The lot was empty, same as it had been when we’d pulled up. Her arm brushed against mine when she opened her passenger door to drop her bag inside. Overhead, lights from a plane blinked in the sky. A breeze fluttered the shrubs my mom had planted last spring.
“Are there cameras out here?” She turned, those beautiful brown eyes gleaming.
“Just on the door. Not in the parking lot.” I cleared my throat, rocking back on my heels to make my escape. She was too beautiful. Too distracting. Already, I was imagining the pep talk I’d have to give myself on the ride home.
Eyes on the road, brake with the left, accelerate with the right. Do. Not. Think about how you just had her ass in your hands. Don’t.
But then she was grabbing for me again, clawing like she couldn’t get to me fast enough. I groaned when her lips met mine. Fuck the pep talk. The edge of the car door jabbed into my hip when she pulled at my neck, and I didn’t feel a damn thing. Nothing but her. I crushed her to me, lifting her up on her toes. Her mouth was hot and my brain felt like it was getting re-wired. I didn’t need air anymore. Just Lainey.
“My place is closer,” she panted, teeth nipping across my jaw. I hadn’t had a hickey since I was sixteen, but all at once, I felt like I’d die without her sucking on my skin. I wanted her to take me into her mouth, her body, any way she could. The feel of sweet, sucking kisses damn near made my eyes cross. I grabbed her hips, grinding. She spread her legs and all that heat wasright there. I thrust again, loving the feeling.
And suddenly she was gone. My hands on her hips had done nothing to stop her from tripping through the open door and plopping into the passenger seat with a thud.
