by Dee Stone
“You sure have changed, Carter.” I rested my palms against his hard pecs, trying not to stare down but centered my gaze on his face. But, that meant I could stare at his mouth with a full bottom lip and chiseled cheekbones and square jaw with a touch of light brown stubble. Man. His lips lifted as he grinned at my perusal.
“So have you Stella. You sure have grown up into a beautiful woman.” His tongue slipped out to lick at his upper lip as his gaze skimmed over my body, centering on my bottom part that ground against his.
“I think maybe you should get up, Stella. This is giving me ideas I shouldn’t have with my best friend’s baby sister.” His voice deepened into a throaty growl that had my core fluttering and wanting things I only imagined.
With a blush heating my face, I clambered on my hands and feet until I stood a foot away from him. He retied his trunks so he wasn’t exposing himself to me, but his dick was still outlined with how baggy his trunks were.
I threw my head back to retort, “I’m not a baby.”
He smirked over his shoulder. “You definitely aren’t, Stella. I’m going to take a cold shower and get dressed. You have the pool to yourself.”
Carter turned his head back and sauntered into the house, a towel he had picked up wiping down the water from the pool.
I had to be delirious because all I could think of was his lips on mine and how they would feel. Would his kiss be soft and gentle or hard and demanding? I needed to cool off. Taking three more steps closer to the pool, I raised my arms over my head, bent over, and dove in.
Twenty minutes later, after swimming and then rinsing off in the pool house, I tied a sarong around my waist and entered the house by the patio sliding door. Carter and Travis were sitting in what we call the game room, watching a football game on television, hooting and cheering while they drank beers. As a play ended in a touchdown they jumped up and pounded on each other’s backs cheering that their team had won. I know Travis loved the game. He had played football in high school, but a broken knee had put him out forever.
I strolled past them but I could see Carter’s eyes following my swaying behind. I gave my hips a bit more oomph and his gaping jaw made it worthwhile. “Anyone want sandwiches?”
“Hell yeah.” Travis shouted, his eyes still on the victory celebrations on the television and didn’t see my smirk as Carter sauntered over, his gaze raking up and down my voluptuous figure. He made me feel beautiful as no other man had.
“Sandwich, Carter?” My heart pounded as my teeth bit into my bottom lip. His eyes followed my every move as if I was the most fascinating vision. I had never had this power over a man before and I reveled in it.
“Um. What? What did you ask?” His voice was low and husky as if dazed and bemused.
“Lunch. Sandwich?” I widened my eyes as I gazed up at him, my hand reaching to touch his chest, now covered by a tight t shirt. His jeans rode low, giving me a glimpse of the v at his hips. I shuddered as I stared at every bump visible through his shirt.
“Sandwich. Sounds good. Let me help. Trav, I’m going to help Stella make lunch.” He followed behind me and I wished I had eyes behind my head.
We left through the open double doors of the game room, to stroll past my father’s closed office door, past the open living room, to the doorway that led to the spacious gourmet kitchen.
“What meat do you want? Beef? Ham?” As I walked past the drawer that held the knives, I pulled a chef’s knife out and stopped at the refrigerator. I opened the door, sticking my lower lip out and pull it inside with my teeth as I studied the contents. I pulled out a package of roast beef and another of ham wrapped in plastic my Mom had made for lunches, and held each package in each palm as I waited for his answer. He pointed to the red tinged beef and shouted to my brother, “Travis! Beef or ham?”
“Beef!” he shouted back.
“Beef it is for all of us, I guess.” I replaced the ham in the fridge, set the beef on the counter, and bent over, hunting for the cheese.
“What kind of cheese, Carter? We have… pepper jack, gouda, and sharp cheddar. Which is your pleasure?”
“You.” He groans and hands grasped my hips as he grinds into my ass. I pivoted and almost drop the cheese choices, but he saved them and they get tossed onto the counter with the meat.
His hands grasp my short hair as they delve deep into the back to pull my face closer to his. His green eyes were hooded with his desire for me.
THE END
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About the Author
Dee Stone lives is Southern California in the mountains. She loves writing, reading and being with her 4-legged children