Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(4)By: Phoenyx Slaughter
She finally flicks her gaze up to meet my eyes. “Such a rebel,” she says with smirk.
“You know it.”
“Anything to piss your Dad off?”
“Yeah. Even bought a motorcycle. You remember what he thinks of those.”
She chuckles. “Sure. Who could forget?”
My shoulders lift. “I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.”
“Think you’ll give me a ride sometime?”
“Oh, I’ll give you a ride.”
The cheesy come-on makes her laugh. With laughter still tinkling from her lips, she leans over, giving me another view of that spectacular ass that I want to grab. “Will you do my back?”
I almost choke. But she’s talking about sunscreen.
Taking the bottle out of her hands a little harder than necessary, I motion for her to turn. Her hair’s tied up in a ponytail. All I can imagine is wrapping my fist around it while I shove her against the door and fuck her blind.
“I’m going.” Shit, man, get a grip. The lotion squirts into my hand and I take a second to warm it up. She jumps when I touch her, and I love how she’s off-balance around me. At least I’m not suffering alone. She pulls her ponytail over her shoulder, then pulls the straps of her suit down. Leaning in, I get a whiff of coconut and a peek at her breasts spilling out of her suit. Pink, pointy little nipples, begging for my fingers and tongue.
“Flynn?” she prompts.
I’m so focused on her tits I totally forgot what the hell I was doing.
“Sorry.” Get your mind off groping her and rub the fucking lotion on her.
Not happening. The coconut scent mingles with her natural scent, completely intoxicating me into stupidity. My hands linger on her shoulder, and before my brain knows what my hands are doing, I turn her around and lean down to kiss her.
At first she tenses up, but then her body surrenders, melting into mine.
Her slender arms circle my neck, pushing all our parts together. My hands slide down to cup her ass, and she doesn’t protest at all. The soft slide of her lips and the tentative touch of her tongue against mine send fire straight to my cock. She’s definitely getting jabbed if I don’t back up a couple inches.
Moving away elicits a moan of protest from her throat, and she presses herself against me again.
All right then.
My fingers trace the elastic of her suit over her ass. Running my hand forward, my knuckles brush against bare, slick skin.
She moans and her hips shoot forward. That’s an invitation to explore as far as I’m concerned.
Pounding on the door interrupts the best kiss I’ve had since the last time I kissed Ella, and I let out a silent curse as she pulls away.
The dazed look on her face and the way she sways on her feet do nothing to calm my raging erection. I did that to her.
“Guys, it’s me! Open up,” Summer shouts. Great timing.
“I guess we should get that?” I ask, hoping she’ll tell me to ignore it.
“Sure.” She swipes at her lips with the back of her hand. Is that a bit of disappointment turning her mouth down?
Throwing the door open, I glare at Summer. “What?”
Her gaze drops to my shorts, and I’m sure the evidence of what she disturbed is still obvious. “I hope I’m not interrupting, but we’re all headed to the beach. Thought you might like to come?”
Ella touches my back as she approaches. “Sure.”
“Oh my gosh, I love that suit,” Summer gushes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Ella blush. “Thanks. It’s nothing like yours, though. Wow.”
Still reeling from our mini makeout session, I hadn’t even noticed Summer’s choice of beach attire. That right there tells me how much kissing Ella fucked me up. Summer’s banging body is covered in a tiny, metallic gold one-piece that can barely be called a bathing suit. After showing off, she throws on a T-shirt and grabs Ella’s hand.