Page 89 of Finding Summer


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With a shy smile, I hand her the clear glass.

“Thank you.” Returning my smile, she takes a sip.

My dick strains against my zipper as I watch her lush lips. The way they slowly part and mold around the cup brings back memories of this morning. I barely hold in a groan as I wonder how many dirty things we can get that polite mouth to do.

She takes a step closer. Maybe it would be a good idea to schedule an appointment with a cardiologist.

“Um,” she bites her bottom lip, then peers up at me with those captivating, colorless eyes, “I feel like I should tell you, Brendan and I, um –”

“I know.” Reaching out, I run my fingers through her long, dark hair, the movement easing my racing heart.

“You’re not . . .”

I shrug. “What, upset? Mad? Why would I be?” I’m ecstatic. This is what we want, how I know she’s the one. Telling her that much, though, might scare her away. Cupping her chin, I lean closer. “Sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear, “we want you to want both of us.” I place a light kiss right below her ear. Then another one on the nape of her neck, letting my lips linger as her pulse picks up speed beneath them.

She whimpers as I lick her heated flesh, then place another kiss on her neck. Her breath hitches as Brendan’s heavy steps signify he’s finally finished putting some clothes on.

Rather than turn toward him, I nibble on her exposed skin, then ease it with a tender kiss and watch her reaction. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession with her labored breaths. Shifting her feet, she squeezes her legs together.

“Tell me, Prude,” Brendan’s voice drowns out her sharp breaths, “do you like being watched?”

I kiss her again. She whimpers, louder this time. Her eyes close as her head falls back.

His steps echo on the tile floor until he’s standing right beside me. “Or do you want us both inside you more?”

“Oh, god.” Her plea comes out garbled as she quivers with need.

Brendan chuckles. He turns to me with a sly grin. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he winks.

I nod, a smile playing on my lips as I take in his outfit. Well, my outfit. The fucker’s wearing my black, button-up shirt and jeans. But, at least he decided to dress up for the occasion and given Asra’s reaction, it was a good choice.

His smile grows. Plucking the glass from her hands, he places it on the counter behind us. “Are you soaked for us already?”

She bites her bottom lip, squeezing her thighs together even tighter.

He chuckles again, then glances over at me.

I smile as I drop to my knees and adjust myself.

He scoots to her side, giving me plenty of room in front of our girl. “Are you gonna let him check how badly you want tonight, Little Girl?” The words are whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear as he kisses and nibbles on her neck.

Leaning down, I kiss her ankle right above her boots. Then her calf.

“Spread those legs apart. Let him see how wet you are,” he demands.

He doesn’t ask, still she complies. Her legs wobble as she shuffles and spreads them a shoulder width apart.

I place one kiss right below her knee, then repeat myself on the other side.

“Farther apart, Prude. How’s he going to taste you like that?”

A muffled response leaves her lips as she spreads her legs even farther, stretching the short skirt of her dress as far as it will go.

“That’s it, Little Girl.” He kisses her neck again. With one hand on her back, he reaches in front and grabs one of her breasts. “Now, watch him.”

Her eyes dart to mine.

Without taking my gaze off her, I run my hand up her thigh. She shivers. I kiss the inside of her thigh, right below the hem of her dress. Her body jerks. She bites her bottom lip, holding back a moan. Pushing her dress up, I kiss my way north, alternating from one leg to the other. She continues to moan, her legs wobbling as her chest pants.

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