Page 24 of Summer Brew

I watch my woman squirm under the attention of her best friends, I already know how this is going to end. She’s not going to be able to hold out long against their onslaught. It’s amusing watching her resolve crumble in real time.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” She asks the question, but it’s clear she already knows the answer as she looks at her friends who are all shooting her looks filled with unsaid words, agreement, and understanding. “Fine,” she whines before looking up at me and winking.

I bark out a laugh and usher Gemma out of GMH while her friends shout their goodbyes and promises to leave the event room spotless. The moment my hand slides into place at her lower back, it feels like coming home. How did I manage to hold off on touching her for so long?

There’s no way I’m going to keep holding back. Since they already know, there’s no real reason to anyway.

Once I have her in my truck and ready to head over to my place since the plan is to show her my set-up and talk about how we’re going to approach tomorrow’s first brewing day in her brew room, she finally breaks the silence.

“They’re going to put my paint away all out of order,” she grumbles.

“You have an order when it comes to paint?” I sound incredulous as hell.

Gemma shoots me a wide-eyed look and shakes her head slowly. “You don’t?” I don’t say anything and just glance at her sideways which causes her to roll her eyes while her voice takes on a tone like it should be obvious, “Roy G. Biv.”

I blink as I stop in front of my house and turn toward her. “What are you talking about?”

“Everyone knows this. It’s a thing,” she says without really saying anything.

“Nope,” I counter and shake my head.

“It’s the rainbow color order. Roy G. Biv.” She pulls a face and teases, “I’m not going to name each color, but it’s the official rainbow with indigo and violet instead of just purple.”

“Ah, I got it now,” I tell her with a smirk.

She narrows her eyes at me and then tilts her head like she can’t figure me out. “I’m not sure if you’re pulling my leg about never hearing that before or not.”

I just shrug before climbing out of my truck and heading around to the other side to open her door. Since I know she’s not expecting it, I practically sprint the entire distance. Thankfully, I manage to make it in time.

The smile she gives me is shy and my heart starts to pound in my chest. She’s adorable.

When we step inside, I spin us and press Gemma against the door. My mouth descends and the moment our lips touch a fire ignites in my gut. I lift her up, my hands on her hips, and her legs wrap around my waist while I press her further into the door.

“I’ve gotta say, my Gem,” I growl against her lips, “watching you in the middle of your room was sexy as fuck.”

“What are you talking about?” Her question is breathy and my cock throbs in response to the way the words wrap around me.

“You.” I kiss along her jaw and down the column of her throat. My teeth nip at where her pulse pounds in her neck. “In the room that is built for you, the room you own just by entering, helping people connect and create memories. It was beautiful.” I pull back and look down into her aqua-colored eyes. “You are beautiful.”

Her cheeks pink slightly as I pull her away from the door but keep her in my arms while heading toward the bedroom. “You aren’t even going to offer me something to drink?” Her question is a tease.

“Can’t,” I grunt. “Too hungry for you.”

I kick the door closed behind us and put her down on my bed. My movements feel rushed as I undress her. It feels like unwrapping a perfectly wrapped present.

When she’s laid out before me like an offering, I stand at the edge of the bed and get naked like my life depends on it. Maybe it does.

Instead of crawling over her and covering her body with mine, I grip her hips and flip her onto her stomach. The words come out half feral, “Hands and knees, my Gem.”

I watch her ass as she gets into position. One of my hands slides from her hip to the base of her spine. I watch as goosebumps cover her skin when I slide my fingertips up and then back down to caress the globes of her ass.

Every sigh she lets out, every little hitch in her breath, I remember it. It feels like I’m mapping a brand-new world, one I never dreamed of exploring. But here I am.

My hands are on her.

My cock is throbbing.

Her pussy is weeping for me.