Page 15 of Summer with a Brother's Best Friend
“You should have gotten rid of him faster,” I bite out as she places hot, open-mouth kisses all over the head of my cock through the sheet. “Turn around.” Her eyes flash to mine, defiant and turned on and so damn beautiful. “Do it, Reece. I want to lick your sweet pussy while you suck my cock.”
“I’m a little obsessed with how filthy your mouth is.”
“Yeah?” I grin wolfishly as I pull her up my body, brushing my lips against hers in a barely there kiss. “I’m more than a little obsessed with how your mouth looks wrapped around my dick.”
“Bossy.”
“You fucking love it,” I goad, bringing my palm down on the curve of her ass, making her yelp and then moan, before rubbing herself against me when I do it again. “Later,” I murmur, giving her ass one final squeeze. “Right now, I need you to climb up here because I’m starving.”
12
ISAAC
7 WEEKS TILL THE END OF SUMMER
“So how are things goin’ with Vienna and Reece working at the bar?” Maddox asks as we walk into The Cove Bar and Grill, bypassing the tables and grabbing two stools at the end of the bar.
We smile as a bartender I don’t recognize drops two coasters and menus in front of us, before taking our drink order and disappearing blessedly from sight. I need to gather myself because even though I knew I’d have to face Maddox at some point, I also couldn’t put into words how right it felt having Reece in my bed every night this week.
But it’s not just about the amazing sex or the insane chemistry between us—it’s the way we stay up and talk for hours about everything and nothing. It’s the way she’s crawled inside me and claimed a piece of me without even trying.
And it’s the way I can’t shake the feeling I might do something crazy to keep her.
“They’re doing great,” I say as casually as I can manage as the bartender drops off our beers. “It’s nice to have the help.”
“That’s good and I appreciate it,” he says, taking a sip. I take one too, swallowing my grimace thinking of how much hewould notappreciate the things I did to Reece last night.
Or how he’d burst into her apartment when we’d still been naked in bed.
Being with her in high school had been one thing. We’d been young and tentative, and even though things had gotten heated as we got older, it was nothing compared to the way we devour each other now.
I shift, and the bite mark she left on my inner thigh last night while she gifted me the most earth-shattering blow job of my life rubs against the seam of my shorts, and I barely stop a grunt from escaping.
Taking another sip of my beer, I blow out a heavy breath and will my ass to relax. The last thing I need is Maddox getting suspicious, but more than that, I don’t want to accidentally alienate my best friend because I can’t keep my shit together.
Looking at him, I’m startled to see the way he’s focused on the condensation on his glass, his forearms braced on the bar top.
“You okay, man?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing the longer I look at him.
“It’s this girl, man…she’s driving me crazy.”
“Marigold?” His gaze whips to me, and I hide my smirk behind my glass.
“How do you know that?”
“She came into the bar for cider and was talking about the cocky, hot firefighter.” I shrug.“Reece was there working and we were able to narrow it down pretty quick.” I pause. “Also, you know she and Reece are friends, right?”
He grumbles something under his breath. “She’s fucking chaos and she doesn’t want my help, but her damn shop is setting off the alarm every damn day.”
“Did you use your charming voice? Women always like that.” He glares at me and I chuckle. “Okay, so if charming didn’t work, did you trynice?Sometimes you forget that one.”
“Of course I was nice. I’m always nice.” My eyebrows creep up my forehead and he sighs. “Every time I see her I just…” He sighs. “Something about her makes me want to pick a fight, every damn time. Doesn’t matter what it’s about, I just want to get a rise out of her.”
“It sounds like you have a thing for Love Beach’s newest shop owner.” He opens his mouth and then closes it again, the warring inside him obvious. “Maybe you should just go talk to her. No pretenses—just have a conversation and go from there.”
“Maybe,” he admits and I nod, slapping him on the shoulder and eliciting a grunt and a scowl.
“That’s the spirit.”
