Page 29 of Intoxicated By You


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“Yes, I feel it. It never stopped.”

She shifted on my lap, and her eyes widened. Yeah, baby, I’m hard for you. From the change in her breathing, I knew she wanted more. If I slipped my fingers into her panties, I was sure I’d find her wet. The tips of her nipples hardened against the fabric of her shirt. My thumbs drifted over their peaks and slowly moved back and forth. I watched her eyes to see if this was okay. They were cloudy with lust; there was no hesitation there. She wanted… no, she needed this as much as I did. With each slow stroke, her nipples grew stiffer. Lex squirmed.

“You sure about this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said on a breathy sigh.

I’d make her feel good for now. Later, when I could make it special, I’d make love to her like she deserved—multiple times. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh, where her skin was smooth as silk.

“Drake.” The sound of my name on her lips made my dick excruciatingly hard.

She moved against it, and fucking hell if I didn’t almost come in my boxers like a teenager.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

“Let’s go.”

Motherfucker. It was Kane. We weren’t supposed to meet until seven.

Lex and I froze on the bed like two kids caught doing something we weren’t supposed to be doing. I had no idea if the door was locked. I called out, “Just a sec.”

Lex jumped off me and dove under the covers in a flash right before the door opened.

“I don’t have all day. Let’s get going.”

“I said just a sec, asshole.”

“Your door was unlocked. If you’re going to wank off, lock the door.”

Sometimes, I swore Kane had to be adopted. Beside me, Lex stiffened. He paused and looked at the lump of covers next to me. Yeah, bastard, I have Lex in here. He smirked, which made me want to punch him.

“What happened to seven?” I snapped, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.

“I have to meet the city fuckers at eleven now. They’re paying top dollar to go earlier for a two-day hunt. I texted you on my way over, but I see you were otherwise occupied.”

Mom called from below, “Language, Kane. And don’t wake Alexa.”

He called back, “Too late, Drake already did.”

“Asshole.”

“Wanker.”

Lex popped her head out from under the covers. “Morning, Kane. You’re chipper this morning.”

“Fucking with my brother has that effect on me.”

Mom called again from downstairs, “Kane Foster! Stop aggravating your brother. And watch your language! Drake, you, too!”

“Sorry, Mom,” we answered in unison.

Kane motioned to me as he walked backward. “Come on, dickhead. I’ll pour you a cup of coffee and drive so we can get the lumber from the shed.”

Leaving the door open, Kane backed out of the room and plodded down the stairs. I couldn’t understand how, in the woods, he moved without making a sound. Here, he was as delicate as a bull in a china shop.

Lex threw a hand over her face, mumbling, “Is it too much to ask for one orgasm? Just one that isn’t machine generated. The world is against us. Seriously, every time we’re on the cusp of something—bam—we’re interrupted.”

She was honestly irritated, and I chuckled. At least until the thought of Lex using a vibrator had me returning to full mast.

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