Page 60 of Good Vibes Only
McKayla studied me as I shook the spray can, tapping her chin. “Hm.” Her brow furrowed as if I were doing something wrong. “No, no, no.”
“Wha’?” I asked, confused.
“Your technique is all wrong,” she said.
“It is?” I asked, feeling like a fool.
“Sowrong,” she purred, and hopped off the bar stool. “Here. Lemme show you.”
She came closer and nestled herself against my side. I surrendered the can to her and watched. And yeah, I’ll admit it, I kinda believed her—can you blame me?! All Ireallyknow how to do well is play hockey. That’s every pro athlete’s dirty secret; we’re really good at the sport we play, but not so good at all the regular day-to-day stuff life is full of. On the other hand, McKayla’s a smart, competent gal who clearly knows how to do a bunch of different things, like build her own business from the ground up. So yeah, there was a possibility that I reallywasshaking the can wrong.
But when she gingerly took hold of the can and, instead ofshakingthe can, began to slowly pull and tug and—well, there’s really no other way to say it but jerkthe can off—I knew I’d been had.
I let out a chuckle and my arm found its way around her back.
“You aresobad,” I whispered, and gave her round ass a little swat. “You know that?”
“No, I’m good,” she protested, looking up at me with her oh-so-innocent eyes. “I’m teaching you the proper can-shaking technique.”
“Uh-huh.”
My breath grew shallow as I watched her hand slowly glide up and down that can. My cock began to stir, snaking down my thigh as it thickened.
“I don’t knowwhereyou learned that technique,” I began, “but if you keep shaking that can like that, it just might blow a hole in the ceiling.”
We shared a laugh.
“You know, Mac, I’m embarrassed to admit it, but you actually had me going for a second there.”
She giggled and feigned ignorance. “Hm? I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Uh-huh. I bet,” I said.
But she’d worked her magic and now Ineededher mouth. I leaned down to claim my kiss. She eagerly rose on her tip-toes, the spray can falling from her hands and clattering on the hardwood floor as our mouths met. Time was short—and with lips as sweet and luscious as warm honey, she pulled me in, her sexy moans demanding I kiss her deeper. Our tongues touched, her electric taste sparking a storm inside me and rousing primal desire.
She pulled back, leaving both of us wanting. “Now, Brett, do youreallywanna put all this foam up tonight?”
“Actually, I’m thinking about what you said about enjoying my last few hours here,” I said, and pulled her closer.
“Ooh, yes! I like that idea,” she said, biting her lip. “What do you have in mind?”
I answered her question by scooping her off the ground, and she let out a surprised shriek.
She felt weightless in my arms as I carried her out of the brewery.
“Where are you taking me?”
“My place,” I growled.
“My place is closer,” she whispered, and nibbled on my ear.
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McKayla
The drive to my place was a short hop-and-a-skip away … but it must’ve felt like an eternity for poor Brett. With a cell phone held to his ear, he tried hard to focus on the road while I did my very best to distract him. I traced around the growing bulge in his trousers with my fingers, trying to make his voice crack while he spoke.
“I want it put up first thing tomorrow morning,” Brett said, his voice short and choppy. “The soundproofing.”
