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“Cool, cool. Did you see that combo? Wow, this guy is good.”
I take a deep breath and push forward so they know I’m there. I have to cover my mouth to stifle my laugh when Ciarán comes into view. The pajama shirt he had on last night is gone. He’s sitting shirtless in his sleep pants just like Dylan is.
However, my brother doesn’t have the muscles and chiseled body my man has. Ciarán may have shot up in height, but he’s sitting with his little bird chest out, eating a sandwich and what looks to be chips while his tablet sits on the countertop between him and Dylan.
I walk over to see what they’re looking at on the tablet. I kiss the top of Ciarán’s head. He looks at me with a huge smile on his face. Dylan wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me between his legs as he kisses the back of my neck.
“Taegan dropped off a bag of clothes and toiletries for you. The bag is in the chair with your other things in our room,” he says into my ear.
“Our room?” I crane my head and lift a brow.
“Cee, Dylan said we could all hang out today. Can we go to the beach? Please,” Ciarán pleads, pulling my attention back to him.
“It can be our second date. I have time today and I know the perfect beach,” Dylan breathes, sending a shiver through me as his breath fans the skin of my ear and neck.
I turn in his embrace to look up at him. His eyes are sparkling as he looks down at me. Placing his forehead to mine, he inhales deeply and tightens his hold around me.
“I thought I asked you to stop promising him things,” I say.
“Come on, Cee. I did my homework Friday night. We’ve never been to the beach. Please,” Ciarán pleads.
I only cave because I feel bad about spending so much time with Dylan yesterday during Ciarán’s birthday. Before I can say a word, Dylan crushes my lips with his. Then breaks the kiss to place his chin on my shoulder.
“Why don’t you go get ready while I feed your sister.”
“Yes, I know just the fit. Taegan helped me pick it out. I love New York,” Ciarán sings and rushes off.
Dylan buries his face in my neck and groans. The too-big robe falls open and he slides his hands inside to glide over my bare skin. My nipples tighten and my pussy begins to pulse.
“You’re driving me crazy. I want you so bad, but I know we shouldn’t again,” he breathes into my neck.
“Why not?” I moan.
“You soaked after, but I’m sure you’re still sore. Your body needs to recover.”
“Okay, I have questions about your knowledge of sex and your level of experience.”
He cups my neck and tilts my head back with his thumb. Then he ghosts his nose across my lips, my cheeks, and then the bridge of my nose.
“Before you get your license to drive a car, what do you do?”
“Take driving lessons,” I reply breathlessly.
He nips my lower lip and tugs. “I’ve been waiting and preparing for you. You don’t have to have sex to learn how to please a woman.”
Sliding his hand up to my breast, he pinches my nipple. I gasp right before he shoves his tongue into my mouth and kisses me deeply. I lock my arms around his neck and lift onto my toes to get closer to him.
I drop my head back as he takes the same hand and slides it down between my legs. I suck my lip into my mouth as he tests my seam, rubs my clit, and then pushes his fingers in and out of me. Dylan gives my neck a gentle squeeze with the hand he still has wrapped around it.
Like last night, his simple touches make me instantly wet. I crave his touch and being near him more than I would like to admit. The sound of my juices validates the claim he has on my body.
“Don’t worry, baby. I plan to share all I know with you and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it,” he whispers into my ear.
“Oh my God, I’m gonna come.”
“I know. That shit is so sexy. Come for me, baby.”
“Fuck,” I moan.
