Page 43 of Between Brothers

“You liked showing your ass at the tavern last night,” he reminded me, his hand traveling over the smooth portion of the upper skirt.

When he got past the flared part and began to climb my inner thigh, I tried to squeeze them shut. He snarled and palmed my pussy in a possessive hold, preventing me from doing so.

“Did you think I forgot about your very public love tap?”

That daring laughter caught in my throat again, only for the sound to twist into something else, when he ground against my underwear.

The friction was enough to leave me bucking my hips and hissing at him while I wildly scanned the cliff side. I was scared someone would see me, but it didn’t stop my thighs from spreading.

His teeth pinched the flesh of my neck, but he never clamped down in a bite. Instead, the pressure built at his fingertips, threatening to invade me, panties be damned.

“Take them off and get on your knees, Kennedy.” He whispered, his voice thick, the hand at my shoulder heavy.

Any hesitation I might have carried drifted away, when he hooked the crotch of my underwear with a finger and slowly dragged them down my thighs. I sucked in a breath, but allowed him to do so. When I didn’t move, his body pressured mine until I buckled. He didn’t let me go down alone, his body hovered and framed mine. His grip tightened as I lowered, those rough boards welcoming my bare knees.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed, pulling my hair back and smoothing it into a leash of sorts.

My muscles flinched hard. I inwardly craved more, while my ego demanded I get the fuck up and make him stop.

The inner conflict came to an abrupt end when he tipped my head back without warning, and teased a knuckle against the dangling skull earrings. They shimmied against the column of my neck, making me shiver inside. I unintentionally tilted my head, welcoming the brush of his knuckles along my neck, until he flexed his fingers and adjusted them around the base of my neck.

The motion of his hand slid upward, tightening little by little, until my heart was racing and my eyes were locked with his.

“I’m not in the habit of having to tell women how to act. Most would never dream of putting on that kind of show, much less leaving fingerprints on my cheek… but you’re right. You aren’t like them. Actually, if we’re being honest, I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

Something about the way he said those last few words broke the hypnotic cocoon he’d held me in. I swallowed hard, my mind making a snap decision to speak up. To end this little game. I took a deep breath, but my clipped, unformed words died against his lips before I could utter them.

In the end, my firmly intended denial died as little more than a startled squeak.

He kissed me until I started to feel intoxicated by his touch once more. His hand stroked up and down my neck only to trail downward. He sampled and squeezed at a breast until I was clenching inside.

“I don’t like this shirt.” He mumbled, snapping me out of the lust-filled haze a second time.

“Wha…?”

“The skirt, though…” He flipped it high on my waist, exposing my bare pussy to the breeze, and whoever bothered to glance our way.

Warmth flooded my cheeks and my lungs failed.

My thighs twitched, but before I could snap them shut, he sharply tapped my pussy. The breath I’d only just caught, snared in my throat as it collided with a scream.

My hips bucked, but I didn’t go anywhere. I was secure, firmly cradled in the palm of his hand like a prize once again.

“That’s a winner.” He nipped my lower lip hard enough to make me question whether he’d drawn blood.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and I shivered as the cool breeze met my slick thighs.

I couldn’t speak. The warmth in my cheeks spread down my chest as I realized his palm was probably baptized in the proof of what that slap had done to me.

I tried to lift myself, my head raising just a bit before the motion sent tension across my scalp when he didn’t let go.

There was laughter in his tone when he shushed me.

“Something told me you liked things a little rough. I mean, it was you that set the tone back at the clubhouse, remember?”

He stared into my eyes and a wave of panic washed over me that was too strong and fast to mask.

He made a curious sound and squeezed, but this time, he slid his fingers inside me. My eyes bugged, and my body clamped around the curling invaders.