“Weeeeeeell… I’d probably get Austin to do it. Hitting you hurt like hell and I’m pretty sure you could take me, so I’d need to get someone else to do it.”
“Austin’s already volunteered for the job.” Finn placed his beer at his feet and strummed a few chords.
“What is it about you men folk?” Molly thumped her chest as she crossed the yard. “Must protect women folk by beating other men. The cavemen called, they want their crazy back.”
Molly dragged a collapsible stadium chair next to Finn and sat down. Cleo followed behind her with a tray of ready-to-make s’mores ingredients.
“I don’t actually know.” Will took another drink and sat on the other side of Finn. “I think you could probably hit Finn better than I could.”
“She definitely could.” Cleo pierced two marshmallows with a wooden skewer.
The backdoor opened and Linc appeared, six-pack in hand. “Rumor has it we’re doing some day drinking.”
Finn raised his bottle. “You’re already behind.”
Linc paused. “Do I need to sit between you boys, or are we going to keep our hands to ourselves?”
Will shook his head. “We’re cool. Well, we’re not magically cool, but my hand still smarts from my one punch and I have no desire to do it again.”
“They’re using their big-boy words to work through it.” Molly walked to the s’mores table and jabbed a marshmallow with her skewer before putting it into the fire.
“Ah.” Linc nodded. “Hurt her and I’ll kill you?”
“How’d you guess?” Molly rotated the marshmallow in the flames.
“I speak brother.”
When Molly’s marshmallows were sufficiently toasted, she sandwiched them between graham crackers with a square of caramel filled chocolate. Mallow oozed from around the edge of her s’more, and Finn’s breath caught in his chest as her tongue darted out to swipe the fluffy melted marshmallow.
Fuck.
She opened her mouth to take a bite. Molly Morrison didn’t do dainty little bites either, she took a mouthful. Graham cracker crumbs stuck to her lips, strings of caramel and melted mallow trailed down her chin, and he fought every base urge to drag his tongue over her mouth to help clean her up.
“Here.” Will threw a packet of napkins at his head.
“What’s this for?”
“If you’re going to actively ogle my sister, you’re at least going to have to mop up your drool.”
Molly
“I can’t believe he came around so fast.” Molly tugged off her shirt. She smelled of smoke from the fire pit, but she was too tired to shower. Cleo and Linc were still over at the hockey house, so they not-so-subtly snuck back to their apartment for some alone time.
Finn’s body pressed against her bare back as she stood next to her bed. “I’m glad he did, but I’m done talking about other family members while you’re not wearing any clothes.” He swept her hair aside and kissed from her left shoulder, across the back of her neck, to her right shoulder, sending tiny shivers down her spine.
He dragged her leggings to the floor and she stepped out of them before he trailed his fingers along the inside of her leg on his way back up. He circled her tight hole, making her arch forward, pressing her ass against his finger.
He left her wanting, dragging his fingers through her arousal instead, and brushing his thumb ever so gently over her clit. Goosebumps spread across her skin. “Get naked.”
“I’m already shirtless.” His hand dropped from her pussy and fabric rustled behind her. “And now I’m all the way naked.”
“Hurry up.” She clenched her thighs, anticipation zapping at her skin.
“I fucking love it when you get bossy.” He inched his dick into her, breathing out a hiss when he was buried all the way. “Fuck. How did I resist this for so long?”
She flexed around him. “I dunno. What the fuck were we thinking?” She shuffled her feet apart and circled her slick clit with her fingertips.
Finn readjusted his grip on her hips, angling her so that he hit even deeper inside. “You know I can do that for you.” He reached around to cover her hand.
