Drake’s eyes widened, and that was it.
With the suddenness of thunder, we were colliding, our lips crashing together.
I wasn’t sure who’d initiated the kiss, if it was him, or if it was me, but it didn’t matter. His mouth on mine transmuted my soul, like the first dip of a wet paintbrush into my watercolor palette. And his brushstrokes were masterful as he kissed me with a fervor that left me breathless and panting. The colors exploded between us, vibrant and evocative as I met him kiss for kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth as he devoured me with a consuming hunger that coursed through my body.
My cells vibrated from this awakening, bursting with life from head to toe. The cool sand against my back contrasted with the heat of our bodies pressed together, and his cock plumped up against my leg, testing the denim it was trapped behind. The feel of his desire sent me reeling, my own need ratcheting up. My length thickened, my balls giving a needy throb.
I kissed him with a desperation that grew by the second. I hadn’t realized how deep my craving had grown in such a short time, but from the moment he burst into my house, Drake had been on my mind. And tonight, enjoying the concert with him, sharing the space, the energy—yeah, he’d stolen my attention.
It didn’t hurt that he had the sort of muscles I wanted to trace with my tongue and wicked, bad-boy good looks.
He nipped at my lower lip, the zip of pain lighting my senses. My hips shifted on instinct, and my length brushed against the side of one of his thick thighs. Drake let out a low groan that reverberated against my mouth, a sinful sensation I wanted to revel in.
He pulled back at last, and breaths exploded between us.
“See? Trouble,” he murmured. “I wasn’t supposed to do that.”
My heart thumped hard. I might miss cues a lot, but the fact he was Serena’s brother was so obvious even I couldn’t ignore it. “Well, if we’re already making trouble, why not go out with a bang?”
He arched a brow, and I ground my cock against his thigh again, even the slight motion sending a shudder through me. His groan lit the air, low and delicious. His thick lashes fluttered, and then his serious, dark gaze locked in on me. He was going to turn me down. Tell me this was all a mistake.
My chest sank.
A wicked grin cracked his features, a canine poking out. “Last one to the pier’s on their knees.”
A thrill rushed me, as fierce and sudden as the rapids, and my smile rose unbidden.
“You’re on.”
Little did he know, I had every intention of letting him win.
Chapter eight
Drake
Iwas a bad, bad man.
Sleeping with Serena’s ex was a shit thing to do.
And yet, my blood pumped so hot through my veins, and my cock was so hard I couldn’t stop myself. I hadn’t experienced this sort of voltage during a kiss… well, ever. I raced at top speed across the beach, sand flinging up behind me. I’d drop to my knees in a heartbeat for him, but I’d been eyeing those plush lips all night, and the fantasies of having them wrapped around my length motivated me now.
I drank in the salt air, the crash of the waves, the slight chill of the night. My pulse thrummed as I soared over the sand, my heart crash-colliding all over the place. My vision shook with my erratic steps as I careened forward, the pier getting closer and closer. Spending the concert with August, every brush of skin, every glance in his direction,had amplified my growing desire for him. The man was radiance personified, the opposite of this velvet night.
The grains of sand stung around my ankles, but I only pushed myself harder, my calves burning with the resistance. The pier loomed, and the need that mounted inside me had reached a deafening roar. Tonight was a fantasy come true—meeting a guy at a punk show, connecting more than expected, and chasing that desire to completion.
I pushed off a little harder as I vaulted the rest of the way to the pier. My shoulder met the decrepit wood with a thud as I slammed into it. Under the shade of the pier, we’d have relative privacy, even though a thrill rippled up my spine at the idea of fucking around in public like this.
My breaths heaved from me as I looked to August approaching with a casual jog.
I arched an eyebrow. “Not competitive?”
He offered a slanted grin. “Maybe I just want to be on my knees.”
Heat roared through me, and my gaze zeroed in on those lush lips of his. Ngh. My pulse was already rapid, and it didn’t slow at all as he reached the pier. Any lingering questions that August was straight or bi had been answered by the kiss, and he broadcast his interest loud and clear. I shoved any temporary guilt aside. It’s not like my sister met all the guys I hooked up with.
August’s blond hair swept across his forehead, tousled from the run, and when he flashed me a grin, his white teeth gleamed against his tanned skin. He was stunning from head to toe. His lanky frame, the tattoos peeking past hems, and his bright, expressive eyes. Fuck, I wanted to kiss him again.
“C’mere,” I said, crooking my finger. He strode right up to me, and all I had to do was lean in. We crashed together, his lips on mine, and I drank in the decadent sweetness. I wound my fingers through hissilken strands, savoring the brush of his trimmed beard and how it contrasted with the softness of those lips. My cock strained against my jeans, but I sank into the kiss, lapping into August’s hungry mouth. My whole body lit up like a landing strip from his touch, from our connection. I’d tangled with enough guys to understand this didn’t happen with everyone.
