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“Are you aching, baby?”
“You know I am.”
“I’ve got you.” He wraps one strong arm around my waist, holding me close, shielding me. If anyone were to walk around the house in any direction, it would look like nothing but an intimate embrace. They wouldn’t be able to see that he has his fingers inside me.
I bury my face in his chest and just hold on for the ride. I know I should be worried about being caught, but the only thing I can focus on is him and how he’s making me feel.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers,” he says, his lips next to my ear, keeping his voice soft. “I didn’t drag you to the side of the house for this, but I confess I’m not mad about it. I can’t resist you.” He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me, and the fire begins to burn.
“Brooks.”
“Let go, beautiful. I’m right here to catch you. I’ll always catch you.” He holds me tighter as I explode around him. “Good girl,” he says softly. “I’ve got you, Palmer.” My head is buried in his chest, which thankfully muffles my cries of ecstasy.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” I laugh because, holy shit, that was dangerous.
He places his index finger beneath my chin. “I’d never let anyone see you. You know that, right?” I nod. “You’re fucking beautiful. Your face is flushed, and your eyes are all glassy with desire. I want to push you up against this house and do very dirty things to you.”
“You have to stop before I let you.”
He chuckles as he slowly removes his hand from my panties, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks.
“This will hold me over. For now,” he adds.
“We should probably separate.”
“I’m going around front to slip inside. I have to take care of this.” He nods to his erection.
“You want me to?”
“No. Yes. Fuck, we can’t. We’ve been gone long enough. Can you maybe chill on the front porch? I’ll slip out the back door when I’m done. Give me five minutes, and you can return to the back.”
“Five minutes?”
“That’s being generous. That’s how worked up I am right now.”
“Thank you.” I smile up at him. I can only imagine the dopey look on my face.
“We’ve talked about this. Don’t thank me for something that we both enjoy.”
We hear voices, and with a shared look, we take off running to the front of the house. I rush up the steps to the porch swing. He leans over, kisses me one more time, and disappears into the house.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Brooks
I’ve always looked forward to this annual trip with my dad and my brothers. It’s been a tradition for as long as I can remember. It’s always a good time, but this year it's hitting a little differently. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with my family. I do. However, now I also want to spend time with her.
I had to work all last weekend, and my only time with her was our quick rendezvous on the side of Orrin’s house. That’s not enough. She was busy all week, and we only managed dinner in Harris at the food trucks. She insisted she had to go home and get caught up on edits, and I didn’t argue. I know that’s her job, but dammit, I miss her.
I look around the campfire at my brothers, and I realize it’s not just me who’s focusing on his phone, on his girl. Orrin is smiling down at his phone. I’m sure texting Jade. Declan is talking to his daughter, which is the only woman currently in his life, saying goodnight, and then there’s Deacon. He’s a new addition to this year’s trip. Dad insisted that since he was marrying Ramsey, he was one of us now, and guess what? He’s on his phone too.
I’m man enough to admit I’m jealous of them. They’re openly talking to their women, telling them goodnight and that they love them, and I’m gripping my phone like it’s my lifeline, but I can’t call her. Not while Deacon is talking to Ramsey and Blakely is talking to Declan.
I can’t call her out in the open where my brothers, her brother, and my dad can hear me. We’re supposed to be a secret. I hate that we are, but I respect her wishes. However, with each passing day, it’s harder and harder not to shout to the world how incredible she is.
Last weekend we could have gotten caught at Orrin’s, and although I should have cared, I didn’t. I didn’t want anyone to see her, but for the rest of it, I couldn’t care less. My need for her is too strong to care.
“Oh, and guess what?” Blakely asks, her voice loud through the phone, and I smile. I love my niece. “Palmer’s taking my picture. Rams and Piper are doing my hair and Jade’s doing my makeup. It’s so fun, Daddy!” she exclaims.
