Page 47 of The Late Hit
“Perfect. Quinton, I dare you to make out with Brynn. Right here. In front of all of us.”
My hands tighten against Brynn’s hips as her body tenses. I can do this, kissing Brynn isn’t going to be a problem. The problem is does she want me to? And what’s going to happen with my feelings once my lips meet hers?
“I didn’t peg you for a voyeur Madeline. What’s the matter, can’t get anyone to kiss your giant lips, you need to watch others?” Brynn snaps at Madeline.
“I can get plenty, isn’t that right, Trist,” she purrs at Tristan, while I internally gag.
Moving my hands from Brynn’s hips, I move her so that she’s closer to me. Brynn places her hands on my shoulder while I rub my thumb against the skin on her thigh. She watches me brush my thumb against her before slowly dragging her eyes up to meet mine.
“We don’t have to do this, Q,” she whispers, and I smile at her, licking my lips. “If you don’t want to take the shot, I will.”
Keeping my left arm wrapped around her waist, I bring my right hand up to her neck. Wrapping my hand around her neck, I brush my thumb against her cheek, watching that pink blush spread over her body that I crave so much. She closes her eyes as I bend toward her, brushing my lips gently against hers.
Electric shock.
Fireworks.
An explosion racks through my body.
And from the gasp Brynn lets out, she felt it too. Taking advantage of her gasp, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. Tasting her. Battling against her tongue. Savoring the way her mouth feels against mine. My grip tightens against her as her hands travel from my shoulders to the back of my head, pulling me closer and letting out a moan. Her moan spurs me on and our tongues tangle with each other. Her hips grind against me, and my dick is hard as steel.
Cheers erupt around us, causing Brynn to pull away. She’s flushed, her chest heaving. It’s at that moment that I realize how fucked I am. I’m falling for my best friend.
Lying in the guest bedroom, I’m replaying the events of the night. That kiss is burned in my brain. And the way Brynn’s legs looked in that dress. Goddamn. I knew she had great legs. But tonight, in that dress with those heels. I think I died and went to heaven.
Things were a little awkward between Brynn and me on the ride home. She bolted off to her room as soon as we got back to the house with an excuse that she was tired. Tired my ass. I was dying to get out of my suit. After changing into a pair of sweats, I make sure that all of my bags are packed for our morning flight, leaving out my morning essentials and a travel outfit. And after thirty minutes of no Brynn, I threw off my undershirt and climbed into bed, scrolling ESPN on my phone.
The highlights are playing from the day’s games when my phone chimes in my hand.
I don’t bother with any other responses. I’m so over her treating Brynn the way she does. She acts like every girl is bad news unless she hand-picks her for me. I don’t want some little submissive housewife. I want a girl with a wild side, who doesn’t take shit from anyone. Who makes me laugh until my sides hurt, who pushes me to be the best. I want a girl who looks good on my arm, but still has a mind of her own.
And with that thought, I just described Brinley Wilder.
Why is she avoiding me? Did she not want me to kiss her? Running my hand down my head, I squeeze my neck as a frustrated sigh leaves my lips.
Closing out the ESPN app, I set my alarm for four thirty, rolling over to try and get some sleep. With my back to the door, I’m almost asleep when I hear the door click open. Knowing it’s Brynn, I don’t make any movement, waiting to see what she does. She stands there, staring at me. I can feel her eyes scanning over my naked back. I can just imagine her twisting her hands together while chewing on her lower lip as she runs through a million thoughts in her head.
“You’re thinking is keeping me awake,” I finally say, breaking the silence.
She lets out a gasp. “I thought you were asleep.”
“That’s a little creepy,” I murmur. Rolling over, I sit up against the headboard. “No, Wilder, I was waiting to see if you were going to stop hiding.”
“Pssh, I wasn’t hiding,” she says, knowing full well we both know that she was, indeed hiding. “We kissed tonight, Quinton.”
“Yeah, Wilder, we did. I can’t get that damn kiss out of my mind.”
She slowly places one foot in front of the other, erasing the space between us. I sit up and grab her hand, pulling her toward me. Her body flails across mine, landing on the bed. A breathy gasp leaves her lips. I chuckle at the shocked expression that takes over her face. Her body rests against mine and I slowly bring my hand up to brush away the loose tendrils of hair that’s covering her face.
“Quinton, wh-wh-what are you doing?” she stammers, her eyes bouncing between mine.
I watch her eyes, before bringing my forehead to hers.
“I don’t know, Brynn. I don’t want to think, I just want to do what feels right.”
Without hesitation, Brynn brings her mouth to mine. I open for her, letting her slip her tongue into my mouth. Pulling her body as close to mine as I can, I move us so that we are both lying on our sides. Our hands slide up and down each other’s bodies.
Touching. Exploring. Allowing ourselves the freedom to touch each other.
