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There. Yes. Right there.
Wet heat lazily swirled around her clit. Unhurried. His tongue moved in slow motion, as if he were savoring his first taste of her to commit it to memory. A soft cry escaped from her mouth and her head tipped back under the spray of water. Chloe couldn’t care less anymore if her hair got wet. How long had she wished for this? How many times had she fantasized he was right there between her thighs?
Jesse licked down her slit and slurped at the opening. The juice from her cunt rushed into his mouth. He drank from her. She heard him groan over the sound of the water hitting the shower floor. Her thighs began to quiver and her knees threatened to buckle out from under her so she held onto his broad shoulders.
Two fingers pushed inside her. Jesse had large hands with long thick fingers—he could catch a football with just one, tuck it safely beneath his wing, and fly like the wind down the field. Chloe had watched the ESPN interviews and game highlights from when he played countless times. She often wondered why he gave it all up, but she wasn’t wondering now. Now, his fingers were inside her while his other hand pulled up on her pussy lips to retract her hood and expose the glans of her clit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
His lips brushed over her clit before he sucked it hard into his mouth and held it between his teeth. All while his long thick fingers pumped in and out of her. She thought she might black out and her knees finally gave way. She couldn’t hold onto him any longer.
Jesse didn’t let her fall, though. He caught her with one hand and tucked her safely against him so she could fly.
Jesse darted through the mist to the Rover where Chloe waited, coffee in hand. They never did make it out for breakfast and he was more than okay with that—having her was better than pancakes any day of the week. And he loved pancakes. A lot. As far as he was concerned pancakes should have their own food group. That’s how much he loved to eat them.
But he’d rather devour her.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In between meals. A bedtime snack…fuck!
As he pulled the door closed, he handed Chloe her iced latte. Plain. No sugar. Just whipped cream. In his mind he imagined them covering her in it. Licking it off together. His dick twitched in his jeans. Like he hadn’t just devoured her on her shower floor. Like she hadn’t just sucked the life from his balls.
He was up for more.
Jesse turned into the alley behind Charley’s and parked the Rover in his usual spot. Dillon’s Porsche and Kyan’s BMW were already there. They were late—well, technically Chloe was early. He was late and Dillon was going to be pissed. He might be surprised when he walked in with Chloe, too. He didn’t care what Dillon’s reaction might be. Maybe he didn’t know what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted and was going after it.
He turned to look at the breathtaking girl who sat beside him slurping down what remained of her latte. His girl. And in about two minutes everyone else would know she was too. “Ready, babe?”
Chloe paused mid-slurp to smile at him with the straw between her teeth. She swallowed and her pink tongue peeked out to innocently lick a drop of coffee from her full bottom lip. It reminded him of how she’d looked at him only a mere hour ago. His dick twitched again. It already seemed like forever ago.
“As I’ll ever be.” Her eyes sparkled against the gray morning light and she opened her door.
Jesse jumped out of the Rover and met her on the passenger side. He took her hand and they scooted through the tapering rain. It would stop soon. The skies would eventually clear and the sun would come out of the shroud it was hidden behind.
They stood under the overhang in front of the service door in the alley. Chloe was rubbing her hands up and down her arms like she was cold. The air was damp but mild. Jesse pulled her against his chest and enfolded her in his arms to infuse her with his warmth. He kissed her crown and his forehead met hers. “You sure, Riosin?”
Little rose.
“Is that how you say raisin in Irish?”
He laughed.
“You promised if I was a good girl you’d tell me what it meant.” The corners of her mouth rose up to a mischievous smirk. “I’d say I was good, wouldn’t you?” She giggled.
“Uh-huh.” Best head he’d ever gotten from any girl. Because it was her.
“So, are you going to tell me now?”
“Uh-huh.” Jesse took her face in his hands, ran his nose along hers, brushed her lips with his, and whispered what she wanted to know in her ear.
Chloe kissed him then. He felt everything she wanted in that kiss and he was determined to give it to her. He just hoped she was ready for it.
“Shit! I’m sorry,” Jesse heard Kyan say to Dillon as he entered the bar with Chloe tucked under his arm. Kyan stood there with Linnea. Chloe stopped short, her mouth dropped open, and her eyes bugged out. He followed the direction of her stunned gaze. Kyan and Linnea were holding hands, and by the look of it as more than just friends.
Chloe disappeared with Linnea and Dillon looked to his brother and then to him. With only a year separating them, Jesse and Dillon had always been close—more like brothers than cousins. All four of them were like that, but Jesse had this keen ability to read people. As the quiet observant one, he saw the emotions that his cousins desperately tried but failed to hide. Dillon might have a smirk on his face, but it was a mask. His eyes gave him away. He was crushed.
“Not saying a word here, man, but what the fuck?”
Sorry, cousin. Looks like Kyan got the girl.
