“You got it, babe. I’d miss you too badly to let you leave, and I have a key to Leena’s place as much as I don’t want to ever use it.” One time, all of us brothers stopped by unannounced, knocked, and when she didn’t answer, we used our key. There are some things brothers don’t want to know about, and when you’re sister is making noises in her bedroom but nothing is being reciprocated, you move your ass out of her place like the wraiths of hell are on your heels. “I will use it and bring you back to me, plus you’re not taking the plants. You wouldn’t want to leave them here alone with me, right?”
“Right, I’ll be sure to take my plants with me first. Forget about the clothes.” She rolls her eyes but smiles while doing so.
“I love you, Montana Rose. I don’t say those words often enough, but down to my roots, babe, I love you.” My hands move to the nape of her neck, pulling her close to me until we’re eye to eye.
“I love you, Asa Thomas,” she repeats those three words, words that I know I’ll be making sure I repeat more than once daily from now on. “I guess we get to find out what make-up sex is all about,” she says.
“Fuck yeah.” My lips meet hers as I pull her closer to me, knowing just what I’m about to get from her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
montana
“Asa.” My lips are pressed against his throat. He’s walking with my legs wrapped around his waist. The need for each other is at an all-time high after today’s fiasco, even if we did have one another this morning after waking up. Right now, it’s different. It feels like we’ve surpassed this huge hurdle, the first argument, both of us putting our egos aside, mainly Asa on that front, and now it’s our time.
“Fuck, Montana, I’m not going to make it to our bed if you keep doing that.” My back is against the wall the instant those words leave his lips. I don’t quit licking and kissing his throat, loving the flavor of his skin.
“Off,” I moan, trying to get his shirt off his body. I need there to be no clothing on him.
“Lips,” he demands. I move my lips away from his throat, reluctantly at first, until our mouths fuse together. He licks my lower lip, making me moan and gaining entrance all at once. Our tongues mingle, bodies squirming, breathlessly moaning.
“No,” I murmur, not wanting to lose his lips when he pulls away. He takes a step back, making me breathe heavily as I watch him pull his shirt up and over his head and steps out of his boots. Thank goodness for slip-on work shoes at this moment because if he’d have to take the time unlace, I’d cry in pain alone.
“Montana, you’ve got two seconds before I rip those clothes off you, and I know how much you love your frilly blouses.” My hands automatically move to the buttons of my shirt, sliding the pearl-style buttons through the holes. Asa’s shirt, boots, and socks are now off. Clearly, he isn’t wasting any time. I’ve barely gotten my shirt off when I see his cock is out, jeans on the ground, and he’s holding his length firmly, stroking it, a drop or precum on the head. Unable to help myself, I bend down, my tongue wrapping around the head of his dick.
“Babe.” His voice is full of pleasure as he groans what he calls me when he can’t be bothered to say my full name. His hand holds my head in place. My shirt is off, breasts falling out of the demi-cup bra, and I’m sure if I saw myself in a mirror right now, I would see nothing but sheer joy on my face.
“Get your pants off while you’re playing with my cock.” It seems demanding Asa is out to play tonight. Even though we’re reconnecting on a sensual level, that doesn’t mean he’s willing to give up his dominant side.
“Hmmm,” I moan against him as I suck the head of his dick in my mouth, only able to do that as he’s still using his fist to slide up and down. It takes me a few minutes, fumbling with the clasp of my black slacks, until I finally get my fingers to cooperate, and the wide-leg pants fall to the floor. My shoes were gone the moment I walked into the house, one of those habits I’ve always had, plus heels of any kind aren’t something I’d like to wear all day and well into the night.
“Enough.” Asa uses my hair to pull me away from his length. I could really hate him for it, except he’s completely naked. I’m standing before him in only my bra, which isn’t doing a whole lot at this moment, and my lace panties.