Page 54 of More Than My Hometown

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MAISEY

Ewan Hayes brings out a side of me that I swear to God didn’t exist. Until now.

One that no one else has ever managed to even remotely come close to accessing.

Yet, somehow, around him, it all seems so normal. Natural. Like this is how it’s supposed to be. How I’m supposed to be.

Coy. Flirty. Sexy.

Horny.

I wrap my arms around Ewan’s neck, leaning forward, changing the angle at which our bodies meet. My core runs along the bulge in his jeans, and I whimper, the brief moment of contact more than enough to rev the already idling engine inside me. I try to fight the shudder taking over me, but my body has a mind of its own.

As does Ewan.

His strong hands grip on to me tighter—one hand palming my ass, the other splayed across my back—as he pulls me into him, capturing my mouth with his. All my resolve fades away as I melt into his kiss, the perfect taste of him taking over, reminding me that this is where I belong. With him. Specifically, in his arms.

“So, about these orgasms…”

He nips at my jaw, and his hands move around to my sides, sliding upward and taking my shirt with them. Cool air hits my skin and my nipples contract, Ewan’s eyes going directly to my cleavage.

“W-w-what about them?” I ask.

Kissing his way down my neck, stopping only to nibble at my collarbone, Ewan unhooks my bra, stealing my breath in the process. My insides clench, and I don’t know if it’s from the temperature change, the idea of being half naked in the middle of the camping display while the store is open, or all the dirty things Ewan is doing to me. Probably all three.

But mostly Ewan.

“Tell me about them.”

Everything stops. Well, everything except Ewan. He’s rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, like he’s trying to tune an old car radio, somehow knowing exactly what my body wants. And how to erase all my thoughts.

“I…errr…they’re…” My breath hitches, Ewan giving my other side the same treatment, sending sparks straight to my center. I squirm, trying to find that same contact as earlier. Chuckling, Ewan ups the ante, pinching me gently, causing me to cry out. “They’re…good…”

My words are inadequate, but I can barely think, much less string together any sort of coherent sentences as he teases me like this. The longer he continues, the more amped I get. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each move of his fingers, and I just know these panties are ruined. No idea which pair I’m wearing, but they are done for. We can hold a funeral tomorrow.

“Just good, huh?”

He pinches me again, my hips jutting forward as if on some sort of catapult.

“Mmmm-hmmmm…”

“But still better than what anyone else has given you?” he asks, reaching for the button on my pants.

“N-no…” I whisper, biting down on my lip, watching as he skillfully undoes my jeans single-handedly. Looking up, I lock eyes with the boy who stole my heart all those years ago—the man who’s still holding it today—my pulse jumping as I get ready to make another confession. “They’re better than his. Not yours.”

A wicked grin like I’ve never seen spreads across Ewan’s face. It stretches from ear to ear, lighting up those cerulean-blue eyes like the sun dancing across the Caribbean sea, and is easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Even more so than the infamous Hayes smirk that every member of his family has.

Because this grin, it does things to me. Dirty things. Body chemistry altering things.

My pussy throbs, wetness pooling at my core, my entire body overheating in an instant. All from a smile.

“That’s my girl.” He unzips my jeans as much as he can in this position, sliding his hand between us. It’s an awkward fit, but he manages, toying with the lacy trim of my panties. “But you still didn’t answer me.”

Answer him? What didn’t I answer?

My pulse kicks up as he dips his hand down farther, my breaths coming faster, willing him to continue. To go where I want him. Where my body is calling him.