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She nods. I move my hand over hers, feeling the water drip through her fingers as she swirls the ice cube over the warm folds of her cunt.
Sliding my fingers through hers, I tease her delicate skin, remembering the tightness around my single digit last night when I slipped inside her. I’m losing it.
“Does it make you hot knowing we could be caught?”
She hums her reply.
“Someone could walk in at any moment and find you touching yourself.”
She purrs against me, fidgeting her hips back and forth, fighting against the cold to find her pleasure. The intensity of the ice is making the heat of her fingers feel that much better.
And I can’t get enough of the look on her face as she chases her climax, but when she lets out a cry, shoving her hips against my hand, the last string holding me together snaps. I can’t take it anymore, and suddenly watching isn’t enough.
I grab an ice cube from her glass and pop it into my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me drop to my knees in frantic need. I’m not careful or delicate about it as I pull her body toward my mouth, attacking her cunt with my mouth.
She lets out a scream, digging her wet hand in my hair as she grinds against me. The ice on my tongue has her going wild, and right now, there’s nothing better than her perfect scent and the sounds she’s making. Her panties slide all the way to the floor, and I can’t get enough of her. I can’t believe my mouth is on Mia. This is insane, but she tastes, smells, and feels so fucking good.
“Garrett!” she cries out.
Nudging her backward, I guide her to the counter, and with one quick lift, I have her sitting on the surface, legs splayed open to me like a meal. And I bury my mouth against her. The ice is quickly melting, which is exactly what I want. By the time it’s gone, I want to have nothing but her coming on my tongue.
“God, you taste so good, Kitten,” I mumble against her sex. As soon as the pet name leaves my lips, I tense up. Fuck, why did I let that out? Is my shameless secret exposed already?
Luckily for me, she’s so distracted by the sensations of hot and cold on her body that she didn’t even hear me. Instead, she’s panting and gasping for breath, and I think she’s close.
Her legs wrap around my head as her body starts to tremble. I suck eagerly on her clit as she rides out her orgasm, letting out squeaks and whimpers of pleasure.
When her climax ends, the ice is melted and there’s water dripping down her legs, I kiss my way up her body. As I reach her face, I kiss her lips softly, but she doesn’t kiss me back. She can still be mad at me if she wants. As long as I can watch her do that again.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers as if she’s just realized she let her stepbrother lick her clit until she came.
“Mia, I love the way you look when you come. It’s so good I think I could get addicted to it.”
As she gazes up into my eyes, I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking. If we’re doing this to get it out of our systems, we’re fucked—because this feels too good to quit.
RULE #14: NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER.
Mia
I’m racked with guilt as I come down from one hell of an orgasm. I’m not quite sure why I feel so guilty, though. Maybe because I spent the morning chatting with Drake or because I’m supposed to be mad at Garrett, but can’t seem to say no to him. Either way, I don’t feel good about what we just did.
Even though it wassogood.
He’s staring at me with a smug grin, and I want to punch it off his face. Or kiss it. It’s really a toss-up at this point.
Suddenly, the front door opens without warning, and Garrett and I scramble, pulling apart in a rush as I quickly snatch up my underwear before either of our parents notice. Garrett grabs a kitchen towel to clean up the mess of melted ice on the floor, and I do everything I can to hide the blush on my face as mydadenters the kitchen.
“Hey, guys,” he says as he sets down a bag of groceries on the counter.
“Hey, Dad,” I mumble with a forced smile. As he leans in to plant a kiss on my cheek, I die inside of utter humiliation and shame. If only he knew what we were just up to. Laura follows behind him with a slightly buzzed look about her and fresh sunburn, which means they’ve been on the boat today and must have stopped at the market on the way back.
“What are you two up to?” she asks, and I refuse to look in Garrett’s direction as he answers.
“Oh, not much. Just picking on each other a little bit.”
“Go easy on her,” my dad chimes in, and I resist the urge to climb the stairs and hoist myself off the third-floor balcony.
“Why is there water on the floor?” Laura asks, glancing down at the puddle Garrett must have missed.
