Page 51 of Moonshine Kiss
Oh, fuck. Just the tip buried in Cassidy’s core was better than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. Including orgasms. The giving and receiving. This torturous inch of pleasure was better and more and everything.
“Oh, my God, Bowie. Yes, please. Please. Please,” she gasped into my mouth.
I could feel her pulsing around me already. Greedy, needy, and so fucking perfect. Through the haze of lust, the crushing need to drive into her, our eyes met. Those moss green eyes pulled my soul from my body. I saw us in those eyes. Our past, present, and future all wrapped up in the hope and need in Cassidy Ann Tucker’s beautiful green eyes.
“Are you sure, baby?” I gritted out.
“Bowie!” She squeezed me everywhere, milking the head of my cock.
I drew my hips back, ready to finally take what I’d wanted for so damn long.
“Everything all right?”
Jonah Bodine was a dead man.
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Cassidy
The half-asleep Jonah spun around so fast I thought whiplash was a possibility. He missed the open doorway and walked smartly into the doorframe.
“Ouch! Holy shit. Sorry!” he sputtered, holding his face.
“Get out, Jonah!” Bowie growled, lowering me gently to the floor.
I yanked the sheet off the bed and wrapped myself mummy-style while Bowie pulled his underwear back into place and stood between me and his brother’s view.
My body was in full-on overdrive. The adrenaline from the flying vampire rat and the almost sex had my heart thumping in my head.Almost. Almost. Almost.
“You might want to—I don’t know—close the damn door next time?” Jonah offered.
“There was a bat! We weren’t—”
“We were about to,” Bowie interrupted.
“Hey,” Jonah said, holding up his hands. “Whatever you’re into. None of my business.”
I threw a shoe at him. “Hilarious. Get out.”
My gym bag shivered on the floor.
“What the hell?” Jonah stared at the bag like it was possessed.
“It’s the damn bat!”
My work phone rang on the nightstand.Shit.It was after midnight. I was no longer on call.
Bowie and Jonah were still yelling at each other.
“Would y’all shut the hell up for a minute?” I screeched. “Lo?”
“Cassidy.” For a shitty communicator, my dad’s voice sent a clear message. He needed a favor.
“What do you need, Dad?”
Bowie and Jonah shut up.
“I hate to bother you this late but I have a little situation and I could use your help,” he told me.
