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“This is the only time you’ll catch me running,” I joke as we jog back. He looks down at me and gives me that disarmingly bright smile that makes my heart skip a beat and my insides turn to goo.
When we reach the deck, running under cover, we stand there catching our breaths—me more than him. He barely even looks winded while I’m gasping for air, and probably looking like a wet, sunburnt potato. I can’t tell if our parents are back yet, since they park in the garage, but Garrett doesn’t seem to care because he latches an arm around my waist and drags me toward him.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, looking around to see if anyone is nearby.
“You’re cute when you’re all wet.”
I try to shove him away, wanting to fix my hair. “Am not! Stop it!”
He laughs, nuzzling his face in my neck and running his warm tongue along my jawline, picking up the wet drops of rain from my skin. Warmth pools in my panties at the soft friction of his tongue.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper as I melt in his arms.
“Not nearly as much as I’d like to.”
“Someone could see us.”
“I think that’s the point,” he replies, jokingly. His hands run all over my body like he can’t get enough of the contact between us. Like his hands could literally devour me.
What was in that blow job?
Garrett seems unraveled, acting different than before. Yesterday it was all…let's play with each other and have some voyeur/exhibitionist fun, but now he’s treating me like more than someone to play with.
And as hot as the idea of being seen is, I really can’t let my dad see me out here getting groped by my much older stepbrother.
With that thought, I pull away, peeling Garrett off my body is almost painful, but I manage to slide away from him. “I’m going to take a shower…”
“Can I come?” he asks with a devious grin.
I groan, really wanting to say yes. “We have to be careful, Garrett.”
“Is that a yes?”
It shouldn’t be. I should say no right now. But God…the thought of him naked in that tiny shower with me, rivulets of water running down those abs and through his chest hair…yes, please.
“Maybe we should check to see if our parents are home first,” I reply, backing up until I hit the front door. He reaches around me, finding the door handle and turning it open with only inches between us.
“Hey, Mom?” he yells once it’s open. When he’s answered only by the silence he must have expected, he takes my lips in a hungry, bruising kiss. I yelp into his mouth as he lifts me into his arms, as if I weigh nothing…which I donot.
My legs wrap around his waist, and our lips don’t part as he stumbles up the stairs, my body clutching to him for dear life. I’m shocked and painfully aroused by the time he reaches the top floor, and we crash into the bathroom together, slamming the door behind us.
Then we’re tearing our clothes off in a rush. My mind is reeling. Is this it? Is he finally about to do what I’ve wanted him to do for almost five years? The thing he denied me a couple days ago. I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready—but in the shower? Is that even a good place to do it? God, I have so much to learn.
I’m suddenly struck speechless by the sight of him, naked standing in front of me. And there I am, naked in front of him. And we’re both sort of hypnotized by this all of a sudden.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” he mumbles quietly as he reaches into the shower and flips the handle on.
“I was thinking the same thing,” I reply. And then our bodies are pressed together, and he’s kissing me as he drags me into the shower. The water is too hot at first, but he turns it down. His hands roam down from my face to my neck and then to my breasts, which he squeezes and pinches and then kisses, filling me with warm sparks of excitement and what feels like…pride. My body turns him on.
Then his touch drifts lower until he’s lightly massaging my clit and making my legs almost useless. I’m a warm pile of pleasure as he slides his finger between my folds. My arms clutch his neck for support while he touches me.
“Mia,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Yes?”
“Put your hands on me.”
Oh. I was so distracted by him touchingmethat I forgot to touch him. So I eagerly wrap my hand around his cock, and he jolts from the pressure. Slick with the water from the shower, I stroke him, squeezing the head.
