Page 34 of Playing for Keeps
Del shook his head. “Nah. My mom always said that things happened for a reason.”
He was rubbing her hand, threading his fingers between hers and Rylan was thoroughly enjoying the feel and the look of their entwined fingers. She was enjoying sitting here after work having dinner in front of the television with Del. More than she’d ever enjoyed anything else before.
When he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed each one of her fingers, that pang in her chest shifted to what felt like her heart plummeting full speed to the pit of her stomach. Oh no.
“Come here,” he whispered.
She hesitated, or at least in her mind she did. Her body, on the other hand had already begun leaning over until her face was aligned with his.
“Make no mistake that this is intentional,” he said quietly. “Everything from this moment on is exactly what I want. Understand?”
Rylan nodded. “I understand.”
The word had barely slipped from her lips when Del’s touched hers in a whisper-soft kiss that sent warm tendrils soaring through her body. With his free hand, he touched her cheek as the kiss went from a soft touch to a thorough exploration. Then his hand was in her hair, his blunt-tipped fingers scraping along her scalp as he held her face close to his. Rylan made the next move. She broke the kiss just long enough to move across the couch, pushing Del up to a sitting position before straddling him.
“From this point on, everything I do is intentional,” she said, tossing his words back at him.
He grinned. “I’m definitely down for that.”
“I’ll remember you said that,” she whispered and laced her arms around his neck.
She nuzzled her center right up against his awakening dick, not giving a damn that they were both still fully clothed, just wanting the contact anyway she could get it at the moment and traced her tongue over his lips. Del moved his hands up her back and then down to cup her ass and press her even closer to his length. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and loved the sound of him groaning in response. He grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and forced her to break contact so he could lift it up over her head. His palms immediately cupped her breasts through the fitted t-shirt she wore beneath and she arched her back to give him unfettered access.
“You have great hands,” she told him.
“You have great breasts,” he replied.
She chuckled and moved in for another kiss. Their tongues dueled like long lost friends and her fingers gripped his shoulders. She was so ready to rip all his clothes off and ride him on this couch until they both exploded with pleasure. But a beeping sound, followed by a door opening and an unmistakable, “Oh shit!” interrupted them.
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Del returned to the living room after walking Rylan upstairs to his bedroom and leaving her there. The television was still on. The trays with their empty plates of food and glasses still sitting in front of the couch. Lance stood by the window staring out into the evening.
“Guess I should give your key back,” Lance said when he turned to face Del.
Del picked up the remote and turned the television off.
“I’m not usually in my living room about to have sex with a woman,” he snapped before moving to the tables and gathering the places and glasses.
He heard Lance folding the tables as he walked into the kitchen. A few seconds later, Lance was in the kitchen too.
“So, you and Rylan, huh?”
Del closed the dishwasher after putting the dishes inside.
“Is that a problem for you?”
Lance shrugged. “Nah, not me. But what about Camy?”
Del didn’t pretend he hadn’t thought about how his sister would feel about him sleeping with her best friend. But truthfully, he hadn’t given it a whole lot of consideration either. He and Rylan were adults, they could do whatever they wanted.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” he said but noted how hollow and dishonest the words sounded to his ears.
“You said the same thing about Shannen,” Lance said.
Del shook his head. “Don’t do that!”
Lance didn’t flinch at his brother’s raised voice.
