The Good Mistake (Hemsworth Brothers #3)

by Haleigh Lovell

  “Yeah, you did, but they were underwhelming choices.”

  “Describe them,” I ordered. “Give me all the details and leave nothing out.”

  “Okay—”

  “Remember!” I cut him off. “I need details. Copious amounts of details.”

  “Gotcha,” he said crisply. “So one dude looked like he badly needed oil-controlling serum, and I’m pretty sure he styled his hair with a Dyson vacuum.”

  “Did I nestle my face in his pompadour?”

  “Actually, no. You acted like you were personally victimized by his pompadour.”

  “I see,” I said reflectively.

  “So many creeps, too,” he added.

  “What kind of creeps?”

  “The kind who look in your windows at night. The kind who can’t go within thirty feet of a school, or a church, or a playground.”

  “No,” I cried incredulously.

  “I’m not joking,” he deadpanned. “I swear, one of ’em looked like a lost Lannister. Another one looked like a tree stump that Scientology hired to speak to youths so they could fill their yearly quota. And the last muthafucker who tried to dance with you probably runs a cult with women stashed in his basement. And his lips were huge!”

  “How huge?”

  “They looked like a giant pussy.”

  “Damn, Edric.” I choked on a laugh. “You’re such a tough critic.”

  “Simply reporting the facts.”

  No matter. This didn’t negate the fact that I was a hot piece of ass. “So all these ugly- ass, creepy-ass desperados were gunning for the chance to dance with me and I was fighting off their advances?”

  “Accurate. You were ruthless, baby. You tore them apart limb by muthafuckin’ limb. God, it was pure gold to witness.” He laughed, but there was respect in his gaze.

  “Well,” I declared, “being the drunk aunt at the party is a responsibility I take very seriously.”

  “I can tell,” he said in a toneless voice. “By the way, burning question.”

  “Freezing answer.”

  “The fuck is your deal with homeopathy?”

  “Hmm.” I twisted my lips. “Why do you ask?”

  “You inspire, how shall I say?” He paused, searching for the word. “Intense reactions. Basically, it was a blizzard of bullshit going back and forth. You gave zero fucks but I’ll begrudgingly admit that you had some good clapbacks.”

  “I did?”

  “You did.” His eyes crinkled at the corners and he couldn’t hide the smile playing around his lips. “I’ll spare you the details but I wish you could’ve seen the look on some of their faces.”

  “Har-har.” I scream-laughed, beyond giddy. “Same, sis. Same.”

  He frowned. “Did you just ‘sis’ at me?”

  “You ‘bruh’ at me all the time,” I shot back. “So that’s it? End of story?”

  “No. Still far from it.” A manic grin replaced his earlier frown. “We were outside when the DJ started playing Time of My Life, and then you took off running like a mad woman on meth.”

  “Where did I go?”

  “To the duck pond. You jumped into the water and you flat out refused to leave until I got in the water with you and did the Dirty Dancing lift.”

  “Whoa.” I breathed out a hushed awe. “That’s not an easy lift to execute.”

  “Hah. Tell me about it. We had to find that perfect point of balance in the air, which was next to fuckin’ impossible. You kept going too far over my head and falling forward or you were not going far enough and falling backward. And you had to hold your body up in the air, arms out to the sides, extending from your fingers to your toes, but...” He paused for good measure. “You were like a limp towel.”

  My lips parted in surprise before I tightened them with irritation. “So did we succeed in doing the lift or not?”

  “Afraid not. On our last attempt, your boobs landed on my face and pinned me underwater. I almost drowned.”

  “Are you serious?”

  He looked me dead in the eye and said, “Deadly. And for the record, you don’t have to drown me just so you can perform mouth-to-mouth on me.” Grinning with just enough arrogance to make him look sexy, he rasped, “You can kiss me anytime.”

  “Shut up.” I shook my head, laughing. “So basically I was a hot mess all night and I nearly drowned you with my boobs.”

  “Basically,” he said without expression. Then, reaching forward, he plucked out a couple straws of hay from the eagle’s nest atop my head.

  “I guess if I’m going to be a mess, I might as well be a Hot Mess Express.”

  “There’s certainly no refuting that.” He plucked another straw from my hair and set it between his teeth. “At least you were hot. And loyal. You only had eyes for me last night.”

  “You think I’m hot?” My heart gave a joyful leap. “Even now?”

  All teasing fled his voice. “Even now.”

  God. Why does he have to look so goddamn fine?

  Right this very moment, he looked just like his FarmersOnly profile. He’d shaved his Hagrid beard right before the wedding so I could actually see his handsome face and his perfect jawline that looked as if it had been carved from marble by Michelangelo.

  Ah, that sculptured jawline... because it bears repeating.

  God created the universe with that jawline.

  So chiseled. My breath caught as I openly stared. His jawline is stronger than any WiFi connection. And so defined it can cut cheese finer than any knife (all things lead back to cheese).

  Then he stretched, raising his arms behind his head, his magnificent form straining as his muscles flexed.

  Hypnotized, I watched as his shirt hiked up his torso, revealing the sharp definition of muscle in his hips, his hard stomach and the fine line of hair that trailed from his navel all the way down and lower...

  Hoo, boy. I gulped. He has a goddamn fire hose in his pants.

  “Lucy,” he said and my eyes snapped to his face. “Yes?” I breathed.

  His gaze became thoughtful, then searching. “How come you weren’t interested in anyone last night?”

  My tongue felt thick, heavy. I swallowed with difficulty. “How could I be?” God, I was so wet for him. I could feel my clit throbbing, my sex heating. “I mean, look at you. You’re sexy as fuck.”

  “Can you say that again?” The dark sensuality of his voice sent a thrill through my body, cinching my nipples and hardening my clit.

  My lips parted and I moistened them with my tongue. “Sexy as fuck.”

  “Come closer so I can hear you.”

  As I inched closer, the sexual tension heightened to a painful state as he stared at me without speaking, his eyes blazing with heat and desire and a deeper emotion that made warmth spread throughout my limbs. Heat began gathering between my thighs and I had to rub my legs together to disperse the overflow of juices.

  “Yes, closer.” His voice was velvet soft. “Whisper it in my ear.”

  My breath hitched as I shifted closer until I was straddling his lap.

  He said nothing. He simply stared, his darkening gaze burning into my skin as I sat there panting, dragging air into my lungs as I watched his pulse pounding in his throat, watched him swallow hard around it.

  Resting a hand on his jaw, I brought my lips just inches from his face and whispered, “Sexy as f—”

  He captured my mouth in a kiss, hesitant at first, but growing more confident as I responded. Strong fingers tunneled in my hair as he cradled the back of my neck, the angle opening my mouth to him. He gave a satisfied groan as I slipped my tongue between his lips.

  Closing my eyes, I heard myself sigh as I melted into him, losing myself in the feel of him, losing myself in the kiss.

  It was a hard, starved, bruising kiss.

  He grabbed my ass, squeezing as he deepened the kiss, slanting his lips across mine, his tongue stroking into my mouth, thrusting, tasting, exploring.

  I met his kiss with the same eager
urgency, my hands slipping under his shirt, skimming down his muscled back, aching to touch him, needing to feel him.

  Skin on skin.

  It was something like relief when I felt his fingers working the laces of my corset.

  Bit by bit, the silky material loosened, exposing my throbbing breasts.

  Without breaking the kiss, he palmed my breasts, kneading the creamy flesh, sweeping his thumbs over the violently sensitive tips as the hard ridge of his erection pressed dead center between my thighs.

  My nipples puckered under his calloused fingers and I ground myself into the iron-hardness of his shaft. The sharp, metal zipper pressed against my sensitized clit and I moaned deeply into his mouth, the piercing sensations driving me wild, making me crazed with desire.

  Desperate for that sweet release, I began rolling my hips, making small circles, grinding myself into his hard cock. “Edric,” I breathed, his name on my lips both a plea and a demand.

  “It’s on now, baby.” His voice was tortured, filled with urgency.

  I didn’t even need to say the words. I just stared at him with drowsy lust and a look that said, Oh, it’s on right now. It’s on like Donkey Kong.

  BACK INSIDE THE MANSION, it seemed we couldn’t get close enough, fast enough.

  Our clothes were stripped and tossed aside.

  His cock thrust up between us, a thick rod of hard flesh and he drew me firmly against his erection, palming my ass as he backed us both into the shower.

  All four showerheads turned on immediately and I lifted my face into the warm spray, closing my eyes as water rained down on me.

  While some people have smart phones, Edric has smart showers that automatically activate when you step within the sensor range.

  He’s way ahead of the game.

  And right now, I’m way ahead of myself.

  When I opened my eyes, steam was rolling off our skin and Edric was staring at me transfixed, watching the shower spray pound against my tits.

  There was a dark intensity in his eyes and almost instantly my nipples hardened under his searing gaze.

  As I lost myself in his stare, he reached behind, grazing my tits as he reached for the shower gel.

  He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as he tipped the bottle, dotting my breasts with the peppermint gel.

  Engulfed by the hot steam, I drifted to that dreamy place, floating on the delicious sensations as his hands slid unhurriedly over my breasts, massaging the cool gel into my flesh, smoothing his calloused palms across my tits in circular motions.

  Around and around and around.

  Silky, wet, slippery circles.

  The sharp scent of peppermint permeated the air as he lathered my breasts with soap.

  I watched his movements through half-closed eyelids, my lips parting to release a soft sigh as he worked his thumbs over my areolas, giving each nipple equal attention until they hardened to stiff, glistening peaks.

  For a frozen moment, he gazed longingly at the frothy suds that covered my distended nipples before water spilled between our bodies, washing away the airy suds.

  Then he dipped his head and ran his tongue along my quivering flesh, tracing the circumference of each breast.

  A series of lazy circles that slowly—gradually—spiraled inward toward the large discs of my areolas.

  Biting down on my lower lip, I watched, muted and entranced as his mouth closed around my nipple. I gasped as those strong lips formed a tight seal and tugged at the sensitive crest. I watched my nipple protrude and then lengthen between his lips before he returned to capture it in his mouth.

  Again and again, he suckled my breasts, then tugged lazily away at my nipples, his dark gaze hypnotized each time my tits swayed upon release.

  Moaning softly, I tunneled my fingers in his hair as he began milking my breast, drawing on the tip, sipping the water droplets from my nipple.

  Gradually, he began suckling harder and harder and I made a whimpering noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan as I felt my nipple pull, stretch, then elongate inside his mouth.

  “Edric...” My thin whimpers interrupted the sharp clicking sounds as he repeatedly broke suction before latching onto my breast again, suckling my nipple. “Edric...” I felt myself melting inside his mouth.

  I didn’t need to say any more.

  He was already breaking away from my breast to kiss a slow trail down the soft slope of my belly.

  Going lower...

  And lower still...

  Ahhhh. A soft, unraveling moan fell from my lips the moment his open mouth pressed to my sex, his sweet tongue lapping at the thin rivulets of water that sluiced down my slit.

  Fisting my fingers in his hair, I held him to me, sighing deeply as he worshipped me with his tongue, laving and laving and laving.

  Every inch of my skin gained pleasure from the wet glide of his tongue.

  Damn him. I inhaled with a sharp hiss, wincing at the acute pleasure. He’s such a damn pro at this.

  He tongued and laved at just the right pace.

  Not too fast, not too slow, applying just the right amount of pressure.

  Steaming hot mist engulfed our bodies as he ran the flat of his tongue over my drenched folds, centering all his attention on that sweet, perfect spot.

  Up and down.

  Up and down.

  Up and down he lapped and lapped as water pounded against my labia and clit.

  God, it felt good. I heard myself moan somewhere deep in the back of my throat.

  It felt so good.

  Kneading my fingers around my breasts, I rocked my pelvis, grinding myself against his tongue, boldly taking what I wanted.

  “Edric,” I whispered tightly, filling my palms with my breasts, cupping them as they swayed back and forth. Running my soapy hands across my aroused flesh, I caught my nipples between my fingers, pinching and plucking the swollen nubs as he fucked me with his sweet, destructive tongue.

  Everything else faded away. Everything but this.

  All my senses were fine-tuned to his tongue, raspy, heaven, cleaving through my tender folds, tracing every crease, lapping up the hot cream as it seeped from my core.

  I rolled my hips to meet each devilish swirl of his tongue and I let the pleasure consume me as he devoured me, feasted on me, eating me out until there was no ending, no beginning... just endless, infinite pleasure.

  It was too good. Too much.

  It overloaded my senses and rendered me mindless, yet I wanted more.

  I whimpered desperately, begging him for more.

  With expert hands, he curled my leg over his broad, muscular shoulder and worked his stroking tongue inside my slit, rooting deeper and deeper into my drenched folds.

  “I can’t...” My breath came in shallow gasps as his tongue fucked into my slit with sharp, feral digs. “I can’t...”

  Just before I came apart, he lifted his mouth from my dripping wet pussy, pushed to his feet and crushed his lips to mine, fiercely, ravenously, not tempered with any restraint.

  He gave a low, satisfied groan as I deepened the kiss, tasting myself on his lips, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth, hot, desperate, insistent, the way I longed for his cock to be inside me.

  Bracing his feet, he slid his hands under my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he lifted me up and pressed my back to the marbled wall. The powerful, lean flank of his thighs supported my weight as he slowly guided me down the full length of his cock.

  Without breaking eye contact, I straightened my spine, raking my nails across his back, scoring his skin as he slid his dick inside me.

  My tender flesh ached with pleasure, the moist folds stretching to accommodate his thick cock as his shaft penetrated me.

  At last fully seated, I clenched my inner muscles around the buried girth of his cock, hard and thick as forged steel.

  Widening his stance, he gripped me tightly as he plundered me against the marbled wall, pushing and thrusting, jerking me upright as he drove his long shaft into
me, taking me to the root and back, over and over again.

  Wet skin gliding against wet skin.

  Slippery from the suds that still lingered on our skin, I slid easily up and down his cock. He gripped and squeezed my ass, setting a ruthless pace, driving his shaft into me with escalating urgency.

  My breasts bounced wildly and I gasped when I felt his mouth close around my nipple, sucking at my tit as he fucked me up against the wall like a man possessed.

  Shower rained over my hair, my tits, and I screamed his name in dazed repetition as he took me wild and without apology, fucking me through climax after climax until he surged one last time, his climax as violent and all-consuming as my own.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Edric

  A RAY OF SUNLIGHT PIERCED my eyelids, stabbing my retinas. Stifling a yawn, I scrubbed a hand over my scalp and opened my eyes.

  A milky white form came into focus.

  “They’re exquisite, aren’t they?” Her voice was a smoky whisper as she slid her hands unhurriedly over her sumptuous breasts, shaping them, caressing those soft, creamy globes. “I’m gonna miss my breasts. I feel like I’m breaking up with my breasties.” Meeting my gaze full-on and laying buck naked on my bed, she went on playing with her tits. “Thanks, Edric.”

  “For what?”

  “For paying homage to my breasts.”

  My mouth was unsmiling as she fondled her tits, teasing the coral-pink nipples until her lips parted to release a soft sigh.

  “For fucking me into dehydration,” she added.

  My cock stirred as she arched her back, drawing my gaze to those large areolas, ripe and juicy like peaches. “We fucked each other into dehydration,” I amended.

  This was true. We had fucked in the shower, out of the shower, on the bed, on the floor, up against the wall, and on the bed again. I’d lost count.

  “It was mind-blowing,” I said.

  “I tend to have that effect on men.” She cut me a smug-ass grin. “Since you know, I have a magical vagina and all...”

  “Yes, Lucy,” I deadpanned. “Your pussy is magic. Thank you for informing me of your hymen’s mystical powers. Gripping stuff. No pun intended.”