Page 14 of Summer Brew

Keaton runs his fingers through his hair and it’s almost like he’s fighting himself. Suddenly, he straightens and I know a decision has been made.

“Saying you’re like a sister to me has been bullshit for a long time.”

My jaw falls to the ground.

“It was true,” his voice goes up like he has something to prove as he waves his hands slightly in front of him. “Then when you came back from college, it was different. And strange. I don’t know the woman you became during those years, and it feels like I missed a lot. I know you’re not the girl you were anymore. It’s been easier to just keep it the same, even though it wasn’t.”

“I think that’s the most words you’ve said to me in years,” the words tumble out of me, part indignation, part awe.

“I know it is,” he husks. “What I said earlier was a lie. What I should have said was that I should have kissed you sooner.”

Then his mouth is on mine. His lips pry mine open and his tongue invades my mouth. My fingers grip his shoulders, needing the feeling of holding onto him to keep me present in this moment. I tilt my head to deepen the kiss.

“Keaton,” I moan into his mouth.

He freezes for a moment, but then he kisses me harder. My entire body melts into his. When he lifts me, the action is effortless. Then my back hits the bed and his large frame covers mine.

When his hand finds my bare thigh, he pauses. “Is this okay?”

“If you don’t touch me and finish what you’ve started,” I groan, “I’m going to kick your ass.”

Keaton buries his face in my neck, his lips sliding along my skin while his beard makes the spot even more sensitive. My legs wrap around his waist, and I grind up against him. Just when I have him right where I want him, his large hand grips my hip to push my body back down against the bed.

“I want you,” my back arches as the words drip from my lips. “Please.”

“Fucking hell, my Gem,” he growls before gripping the edge of my large shirt and tugging it up with his teeth.

Heat rushes through me and I gasp when he sits back and manhandles me enough to tug the shirt free from my body. His eyes sharpen as he looks down at me, my tits bouncing from where the shirt caught.

I probably look like a mess, my hair a wild halo around me while my entire body flushes. He doesn’t look put off. With one fluid motion, he reaches back and pulls his shirt off before tossing it away without a single care. The way he looks at me has a shiver racing down my spine.

“I’m not going to be able to hold back,” there’s a warning in his tone.

“I don’t want you to.”

Did I just say that? Was it my voice that is so high and breathy?

With a growl, he reaches between us and tears my panties down my legs. I’m a fumbling mess as I reach for the athletic shorts he’s wearing. I push them down over his hips and just when I hook a toe to push them off all the way, he plunges two fingers inside my soaked pussy.

“Yes,” I hiss while my hips try to lift off the bed.

But Keaton is there. He covers me completely, bracing me against the bed and not allowing me to move.

The way his fingers fuck me makes me even wetter. His fingers curl just right, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“You’re so damn beautiful, all flushed for me,” he growls.

My hands grip him tighter, needing him to stay put. If he pulls away from me, I don’t know what I’ll do. It would be a travesty.

“You know,” I barely moan out the words, “I didn’t even invite you in.”

He chuckles with his lips against my collarbone. “Are you still going to call the cops?”

“Depends,” I groan.

“I’ll convince you to leave them out of this.”

Those words sound like a promise too. A dangerous one. I can almost feel his determination as he kisses down my chest until he can suck one of my nipples into his mouth.