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“And hot, dirty sex?” Dakota smirks.
I feel my face warm.
“How are you planning on keeping it from him? They live together, G,” Reagan reminds me.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead.” I don’t like the idea of outright lying to my brother and I hope it doesn’t come to that.
Dakota snickers. “Well, you better figure it out because the two of you are beyond obvious. He’s going to catch on.”
There’s no reason to worry tonight, though. As soon as dinner is over, Adam leaves to go to Taryn’s and Rhett goes to his room to call his girlfriend. Maverick already knows so when Heath pins me against the counter in the kitchen, I let him kiss me like I’ve been dying to for the past two hours.
He hums into my mouth as his hands come up and wrap around the back of my neck. My fingers fly to the hem of his shirt, craving the feel of his skin against mine.
“I need to get you naked,” he mumbles into my mouth.
“You two want to watch a movie?” Maverick asks.
Neither of us answers as we keep on kissing. Heath’s hard and he presses into me with a groan. A pillow flies by our head and hits the cabinet door to my left.
“What the hell, Mav?”
“You two are a major bummer. Everyone’s getting laid but me. Come hang out with me. Let me feel up your girl a little. Seems fair.”
“Like hell,” Heath growls, but he pulls me to the living room.
I can tell by Maverick’s smile that he’s just trying to get a rise out of Heath. Not that I doubt he’d like to feel me up because I think Mav is game to feel up just about anyone, but there are zero sexual vibes between us.
Heath’s possessive side is hot though, so I follow him. He sits in the chair and pulls me on top of him. I hesitate to get comfortable, knowing Rhett could catch us at any moment. Heath doesn’t seem to give it a second thought.
We watch the first half of some action movie. Heath teases me, fingers absently roaming over my skin. He doesn’t seem all that affected, minus the huge erection poking me, until suddenly he stands and carries me to his room, calling out to Mav as we leave, “Sorry, buddy, you’re on your own.”
I giggle as he lays me down on the bed and stands tall to remove his shirt. “What if I wanted to watch the rest of the movie?”
He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my panties down before he answers. “Say the word and we can move this back out to the living room.” His head dips and then his tongue flattens over my center, sending a jolt through my body. He glances up, eyes dark and taunting. “What do you say, baby? Wanna watch the movie while I lick you? Maybe you want Mav to watch as I eat your sweet pussy.”
I arch into him wanting more. More of his mouth and more of the dirty, obscene things coming out of it. I don’t know how much of it he’s actually serious about, but the idea of him going down on me like this not giving one single fuck that people might watch is hot. Not that I actually want to give in to the fantasy.
He wraps his arms around my legs spreading me wider and lifting me to his mouth. His moans and grunts rival mine as the orgasm builds. I come once, crying out and trying to move away. It’s so intense and my body can’t decide if it wants more or to curl up in a ball and let the sensations slowly disappear. Heath doesn’t give me an option. He keeps his grip tight on my legs, holding me in place.
He eases the pressure on my sensitive clit. His tongue laps slowly and tenderly until another orgasm begins to build and I start to writhe beneath him. He adds a finger, ever so slowly, matching the tempo of his mouth.
I reach for him, for any part of him to cling to like a lifeline as the second wave slams into me. I pull at his glorious hair and his ears, his shoulders. I’m not sure I’ve ever maimed a guy while he went down on me before.
I roll away from him as my body quivers and I try to catch my breath. Heath chuckles and lets me loose this time. He lies beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.
I shiver at the contact. “Even that feels like I might get off another time.”
“Cuddle orgasms. I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“There’s nothing cuddly about you. Even your cuddles feel like foreplay.”
“Oh, it’s foreplay. It’s all foreplay.”
“I need like two minutes for my soul to float back inside of me and then it’s your turn.”
“Your soul floated away? Damn, girl, can I get that in a Yelp review?”
“Five orgasmic stars,” I mumble as I wiggle back against him and his thick erection. I must doze off because when I wake up it’s to Heath pulling on his T-shirt and answering the bedroom door. He talks so quietly I can’t make out who he is talking to or what they’re saying. He shuts the door and locks it and returns to bed.
