CHAPTER1
Packing sexy lingerie in the hopes that the best friend of her older brother would see it was probably not the best way to choose what to bring for a week-long staycation at her family’s farmhouse.
Megan was happy for her cousin Rose. Rose’s fiancé, Henry, might be a bit bland for Megan, but as long as Rose was happy, that was all that mattered. However, the idea of a week of bonding before the wedding seemed over-the-top to Megan.
She’d even tried to get out of it, saying she couldn’t get away from her job at the restaurant. Commis chef, or assistant, to the pastry chef was a time-consuming position, and Megan had worked her ass off to get it.
But Rose had been Rose, and Megan had never been able to tell her favorite cousin no.
Though Megan doubted Rose would approve of Megan’s choice of underthings. Or at least of the reason Megan had packed them.
Caleb Jackson.
Her first and longest crush.
The first guy she’d ever slept with.
Her older brother Tucker’s best friend.
She might have been in love with Caleb at some point, but Megan had never dwelled on it or looked too hard. If there had ever been a chance for them to have a relationship, it had passed.
That was the reminder she kept on a loop in her mind. She needed it to stave away hope.
There had been a moment last month that still nagged at her, though.
When he said he’d missed the way she tasted.
At Tucker’s request, Caleb had crashed at her apartment the night before Henry’s bachelor party. Her older brother had no idea about the history between Caleb and Megan, and she wanted to keep it that way. Without a good reason to say no, she’d agreed.
Neither she nor Caleb had gotten much sleep that night. No, they’d spent hours exploring the grown versions of each other’s bodies. They hadn’t planned it, of course, but any time Caleb had gotten close to her, it felt like her body was on fire.
Megan couldn’t stop the memory from jolting through her.Caleb’s head between her thighs. He flicked and laved her clit with his tongue and stroked that perfect spot. Her climax barreled through her as she cried out his name.
Caleb kissed his way up her body to claim her mouth. He whispered, “I love the way you taste, princess. I missed it.”
Her body flushed even now.
Maybe riding Caleb’s face while her older brother slept down the hall wasn’t the best idea, but it did sound like a lot of fun. Fun had been in short supply in her life recently. She didn’t see a problem with a quid-pro-orgasm arrangement with Caleb.
Megan eyed the few pairs of sexy underthings in her dresser for a moment. She grabbed all of them and put them in her suitcase before she could change her mind. She also pulled the shortest two sundresses from her closet and folded them neatly on top of the lingerie and panties.
It can’t hurt to be prepared.
Megan swung by the Starfire Lake Books and More shop on her way to the farmhouse, hoping the new fantasy novel she’d been dying to read was still in stock. Her phone vibrated a few times in her pocket as she crossed the threshold, indicating an incoming call.
Abbie’s name flashed on the screen. “Hey, Abs.”
“Oh! You answered! I thought you were working. I was going to leave a message.” Surprise lit Abbie’s voice.
Megan waved to Danielle at the register and made a beeline for the table of new releases. “Nope. I’m off this week for Rose’s wedding bonding week extravaganza thing.”
A quick glance and she found the gold cover of the book she wanted. Fantasy plus romance was always a win in her opinion. If it was as good as everyone said, it would keep her mind off of Caleb in a bedroom right down the hall from hers.
“Oh, that’s this week? Tell her I said congratulations, will you?”
“Of course. What were you going to leave a message about?” Megan tucked the book under her arm and headed to the Romance section. It was small and only showcased the authors with the largest followings, but every now and again the owner, who also happened to be Caleb’s uncle, liked to stock a newer title. She’d left suggestion after suggestion plus research on how Romance was the largest-selling genre, but things hadn’t changed yet.
“It doesn’t matter now. I was going to see if you wanted to have drinks tomorrow night but you’re busy. I forgot about the extravaganza.” Abbie drew out the last word, and Megan could hear the sarcasm.
