Page 1 of Summer with a Brother's Best Friend
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REECE
10 WEEKS BEFORE THE END OF SUMMER
“Oh myGod,that feels so good,” I moan into the quiet space of the storeroom of Love Beach Brews. Boxes and supplies are stacked neatly on shelves against every one of the slate-gray walls, the dim lights giving off an almost romantic ambiance.
Almost.
“Shh, you’re going to get us caught.”
“We’re not going to get caught—just…justlike that.” I moan again as I let my head fall forward.
“Your brother is going to kill me if he finds out I had my hands on you,” Isaac murmurs, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“So, it’smyfault my brother is your best friend?”
“No,” he breathes, “it’s your fault you’re so damn hot and drive me fucking wild.”
“Sounds like such a hardship.”
“It really is.”
“You could always walk away.” It’s an empty threat for both of us because I know without a doubt he won’t—he wants this as much as I do.
He snorts, his fingers exploring as he says, “I won’t do that, but you know as well as I do he’s going to lose his shit when he finds out.”
“Stop being so dramatic. He’s not going to know,” I hiss even though pleasure is coursing through my body at his touch.
“What if someone walks in?”
“No one is going to know. It’s just the two of us here…”
“How can you be so sure? It’s not like I locked the front door…” His words are a tease as he runs the palm of his hand up and down my spine, making me arch into his touch.
“I didn’t know you were into voyeurism, Boss Man. It’s kinda hot.” I smirk as Isaac growls, his fingers digging into my flesh as he presses impossibly closer to me. And because I can’t help myself, I add, “It’s never really been my thing, but I think I can make an exception for you.”
Turning my head to the side, I grin at him over my shoulder, his breath mingling with mine, his dark amber eyes absolutely blazing.
“YouknowI have no interest in sharing you.”
“Do I know that?”
“I swear I’ll walk away right now, Reece.”
“I will smother you in your sleep if you stop.” I wiggle back against him to spur him on. “Ineedyou harder.”
“Not sure how much harder I can get, but I’m willing to?—”
“Knock knock,” a feminine voice says as she pushes open the door and pokes her head inside. “I’d say I’ll come back when you’re done, but I’ve had to deal with this jackass firefighter all morning. And now I have to wait until they clear me to get back into the bakery. Opening day istomorrow.” The last word is practically a bark.
Smiling, I turn to face Marigold James, Love Beach’s newest transplant and, hopefully, the baker of my parents’ anniversary cake. Her bouncy brown hair gives her a girl-next-door look, butshe’s more sassy than sweet—something thejackass firefighterprobably learned today.
Isaac’s hands grip my waist and hold me in front of him, my back to his chest as his erection pokes me in the ass.
He wasn’t kidding about being hard.
“All that from giving me a massage?” I ask playfully as I look at him out of the corner of my eye.
