“We should talk about this,” I gasp out when he sucks on my neck. I’m pretty sure this man is about to give me my first hickey, just seconds before I have to go out there in front of his parents.
“Then talk.” He doesn’t stop kissing me and it’s nearly impossible to think when he’s creating an inferno in my body. His eager hands find their way under my sweater and he’s suddenly cupping my breasts through the thin material of my bra. He cups and kneads and squeezes, groaning with each touch.
My panties are getting wetter, and I squeeze my thighs together. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, aching for a chance to be with my best friend. But I didn’t expect it would be this explosive or leave me this desperate.
“Right. Talk. Um, I read an article that said...” My voice trails off when he drops his head to suck on my nipple through my bra. My hands find his hair. I thrust my tit out at him, wanting my man to take everything. To feast on me for hours and hours.
I call his name. “I need more.”
“You want me to touch your pretty pussy?”
Only in my dirtiest dreams has Ledger ever spoken to me this way and now he is. He’s saying filthy things just like I always hoped he would.
“Please.” The word is a prayer and a plea and a tortured confession.
He fumbles with the button on my jeans briefly before he’s cramming his long, lean fingers into my panties. He strokes my swollen folds. And the noise he makes in the back of his throat is wild and feral, like an untamed animal. “Is all this sweetness for me?”
I whimper. How many nights have I laid awake and hoped for something exactly like this? But never in my fantasies did I imagine it would feel this good. My legs are quaking, and I lean against his worktable. My breaths come in tiny pants and sweat beads on my back. “I’m so close. It feels so good.”
He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb. His movements are gentle despite the rough callouses on his fingers. “You’re done hiding this sweet cunt from me. I own it now.”
His words make me detonate right there in his workshop with his family just on the other side of the wall, oblivious to the filthy things we’re doing together. He presses his mouth to mine just in time, absorbing my cries and my pleasure.
He keeps stroking me through the orgasm, prolonging it again and again until I’m just a sweaty heap leaning against him for support. Only then does he pull his hand from my panties. He licks his fingers clean, making a groan deep in his throat.
There’s a banging on the workshop door and Ledger scowls. His eyes are glassy, and his hair is rumpled from where my fingers were just in it. But it’s the way he’s breathing so hard and fighting for control that makes me feel sexy.
Whoever it is, they knock on the door again then I hear West’s voice, “Ledger, time for cake.”
He curses under his breath. I’m pretty sure it’s his brother he’s cursing as he adjusts the bulge in his pants. Well, he tries to adjust it. It’s not exactly easy to hide when you’re packing what Ledger has.
When he yanks open the door, he gives West a glare I’ve never seen him use on anyone. Except that guy at the bar who tried to hassle me once. Told me he could teach me how to use that tongue ring of mine. Ledger had him backed up against the wall with an arm to his throat, demanding he apologize.
West keeps his eyes on Ledger’s face, purposely not looking down and not even glancing in my direction. It’s a good thing too. I feel the same energy coming from Ledger tonight that he had in the bar that night. Back then I didn’t know how to define it, but I do now. It’s jealousy and possession and ownership. And I want that. I want Ledger to be jealous over me. Possessive over me, as if he owns me.
“Mom was looking for you for cake,” West explains. “I bought as much time as I could. You know this is her favorite part.”
“Fine but after an hour, you have a kidney stone and Micah has appendicitis or something. I don’t care. Just get the fuck out of my house.”
Ledger’s intensity shocks me. He’s always been patient and easygoing. Out of all the brothers, he’s the one who doesn’t get riled up by anything. He takes it all in stride.
“You got it.” West salutes and leaves the room.
“You’re being a caveman,” I accuse Ledger, but I can’t hide the amusement in my voice as I pass by him. Looks like I’ll be standing in front of him for most of the night.
He grabs my hand and growls. “First, that’s your caveman. Second, get your cute ass back here as soon as they’re gone. We’re going to keep talking.”
The way he says talking has a shiver running down my spine. I have a feeling we’re not going to be doing very much talking tonight at all.
6
LEDGER
Sixty-three minutes.It’s been sixty-three minutes, and everyone is still here without a clue that all I want to do is fuck my best friend.
When the heat and the noise of the party finally get to me, I step out on the back deck and breathe in the cold air. It soothes my sour mood but does nothing to keep my raging lust at bay.
Feeling her against my fingertips and knowing that I was the one bringing her pleasure was a surreal experience. Never in my wildest fantasies did I imagine I’d actually get to touch her beautiful curvy body.