Vetted: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World)

by A. M. Williams

  As he started walking up them, I started pressing light kisses against his throat, lightly nipping there as I went. His hands, which were still on my thighs, gripped me tighter with each nip.

  “Keep doing that if you don’t want to make it to the room and you want my brother to find us out here.”

  I froze at his words. I’d forgotten about his brother. How could I have forgotten that?

  I pulled back and looked at August. I couldn’t see much since it was dark upstairs, so I asked, “Rich?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry. We had to replace the insulation after moving in, so he won’t hear anything.”

  He leaned forward and stole a quick, hard kiss from me, and kept walking.

  My mind was still on the fact that August’s brother was in the house—how could I have forgotten that? —and that he might hear what was about to go down. But any thoughts of Rich quickly disappeared as August continued to kiss me, his hands squeezing me as they held me.

  We reached August’s room a few moments later and stepped inside. He kicked the door closed behind him and pulled my legs from his waist, slowly lowering me down his body. I felt every single inch as he put me down, and I made a low noise in my throat at the thought of being able to touch all that without clothes on. I was ready.

  There was a bedside lamp on in the room and that was it. It was a low wattage, so I could see August and the desire written there plainly. I was sure it matched my own.

  “Umm…” I said, biting my lower lip, suddenly nervous.

  August smirked at me. “It’s cute that you’re worried. But you shouldn’t be. Trust me, this house is locked up tight with that new insulation. Besides, even if he heard, he wouldn’t care.”

  “I would, though,” I said, still looking at August.

  “Then I guess you’ll have to remember what it was like in college when you didn’t want my roommates to hear me and you going at it.”

  I flushed at his words and before I could formulate a response, August was pulling my shirt and bra off before pushing my pants and underwear down.

  I kicked my sandals off and shimmied my pants the rest of the way down while August made quick work of his own clothing, leaving himself bare in front of me.

  In college, August had been well built and incredibly attractive. As an older man in his mid-thirties, he was slightly more built, and I thought even more attractive with the light smattering of hair on his chest, defined muscles, and hard dick pointing toward me.

  The dick hadn’t changed, that was for sure.

  Before he could say anything or stop me, I dropped to my knees and grasped him by the base of his cock, squeezing as I stroked him.

  August huffed out a breath and I looked up to find his eyes trained on me. His pupils were blown, and I wondered how long I’d be able to do this before he stopped me. Guess that meant I needed to take advantage while I could.

  I leaned forward and licked him before sucking his crown into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.

  August moaned, and his hips twitched. I looked up at him again when I pulled back and saw that he was no longer watching, but his head was back and he was looking at the ceiling.

  That wouldn’t do, so the next time I sucked him in, I went as far down as I could while stroking what wouldn’t fit in my mouth at the same time.

  “Holy fuck,” August muttered.

  The next thing I knew, I was off his dick and he was walking me toward the bed, pushing me lightly so I’d fall back.

  I bounced and went to move back, but August caught my ankles and stopped me. “My turn.”

  I shivered at the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that promised something salacious as he dropped to his knees and threw my legs over his shoulder.

  I lay there, waiting in anticipation for him to touch me. But he didn’t immediately.

  I could feel his breath fanning over my center, teasing me, keeping what I wanted just out of reach. This was the worst form of torture, knowing that something was coming, but not knowing when.

  I started squirming, hoping he’d take pity on me.

  He didn’t.

  Instead, he blew a breath on my center that made me clench at the sensation. Only then did he finally touch me.

  I felt two fingers against my clit, which made my hips jerk, and then he was spreading me open and sucking my clit into his mouth.

  I gasped at the sensation and immediately tried to push him away. It was too much too soon.

  But he wouldn’t budge. My fingers curled into his hair and I pulled, which made him grunt and release my clit. If I thought I’d get relief from the orgasm that was building, I was wrong.

  He pressed two fingers onto my clit and started rubbing while his tongue found my entrance and thrust inside.

  I was moaning now and August had an arm clamped around my waist to keep me in place, otherwise, I would have wiggled away from him.

  He moved his fingers off my clit and pressed them into me, curling his fingers to hit my g-spot. My back arched off the bed at the lightning that spread through my bottom. What the hell? It was like he knew everything there was to know about me and my body because he was hitting all the right notes.

  I groaned as his tongue started fluttering on my clit before he sucked it into his mouth again.

  At that point, I was gone.

  My orgasm had been building since I started sucking him off, and his teasing combined with his touch was enough to hurtle me there quicker than I wanted.

  As he released my clit and flicked it with his tongue and pressed on my g-spot, I crested. My back bowed further off the bed, my fingers clutched at August’s head, and I lost all semblance of anything as I moaned low and my orgasm washed through me.

  When I came down, I was shaking, and I was pretty sure I’d blacked out there for a few moments. I heard a faint ringing in my ears and everything felt light and heavy at the same time.

  “You okay?” August asked from beside my head.

  I jerked. When had he gotten there?

  I looked at him and saw him standing to my left, a condom on his dick. He was looking at me with concern.

  “Great,” I croaked. I wasn’t actually sure I was great since I couldn’t feel my extremities and I was pretty sure I’d blacked out, but I wasn’t telling him that. He’d take it as a good thing he’d made me come that hard.

  He smirked. “Good.” He jerked his head toward his pillows. “Move up.”

  It took me a few moments to get my arms and legs to agree with me, but I eventually scooted myself up the bed so I could put my head in his pillows.

  He climbed up after me and slowly draped his body over mine. I widened my legs so his hips would fit and sighed as his weight settled over me.

  “You good?” He asked.

  His tone differed from a few moments before when he asked if I was okay, and I knew he was asking something different this time. He was asking if I was okay with continuing.

  “Yeah.”

  He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips, something that was so at odds with what had just happened a few minutes before.

  I could only faintly taste myself on his lips and knew he must have wiped his mouth before getting the condom, which begged the question of how long I’d blacked out.

  He drew back and kissed a line from my lips down my throat and to my chest until he reached my right breast. Once there, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and brought a hand up to flick my other one.

  I felt that flick everywhere and jutted my chest toward him in a silent plea for more.

  He obliged, switching to the other side and repeating the flicking motion.

  I’d just come like a freight train, but here August was, already winding me up for another one.

  I whimpered when he bit my nipple before soothing it with his tongue.

  He pulled back and met my gaze before nodding slightly, finding whatever it was he was looking for.

  He shifted and a few moments later I
felt something much larger than his fingers pressing against my entrance.

  My breath hitched as I felt him rub the head of his dick against me, butting against my clit a few times and making me shiver at the sensation.

  He then slotted his crown against me and pressed in just enough that I could feel him stretching me. He stopped and looked at me.

  Our gazes met and only then did he continue to push forward and fill me.

  We both moaned as he pushed in balls deep.

  August was wider than other guys I’d been with, so there was a slight burn associated with him pressing in, but that quickly subsided and I realized how right this was.

  “Fuck,” August said, dropping his head to my shoulder.

  He ground against me, making me moan loudly, before he pulled back slightly and pressed back in, grinding against me once again.

  My walls fluttered around his length, drawing a moan out of him.

  Another small thrust and grind, another set of moans, and August seemed to lose it.

  He pulled back until just his crown was inside before thrusting back in, his hips snapping against mine and making me gasp at the sensation.

  He repeated the motion and soon we were both sweaty messes rubbing against each other as he fucked me into his mattress.

  At that point, I didn’t care that his brother was home and could possibly hear August killing me with what he was doing. I only cared about what August was doing, and that was giving it to me good.

  I soon felt a second orgasm starting and moved my legs up August’s hips so he slid even deeper and making him moan as he continued thrusting.

  A few thrusts later, and I was there. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming as my orgasm washed over me.

  I heard August grunt as my walls clenched around him and a few thrusts later, he pressed in to the root and held himself there. I felt him twitching before he lazily thrusted again, drawing everything out.

  We both relaxed into the bed as we came down from our orgasms, and I realized I hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. It was amazing what some orgasms could do for a person, that was for sure.

  After several minutes of lying there, August pulled back, pressed a light kiss to my lips, and pulled out before rolling off the bed and padding to what I assumed was the bathroom.

  I continued to lay there, basking in the afterglow of some great sex.

  August returned quickly and pulled the covers back on the bed and helped me maneuver underneath them before sliding in himself.

  Neither of us spoke as we settled in, but I found my brain going a mile a minute as I thought about what just happened.

  After several minutes of nothing, I rolled into him and cuddled up to his side. He curled an arm around me and threaded his fingers through my hair.

  We lay like that for a while before I asked, “I hate to bring it up…” I paused to see if August would say anything, but he didn’t. “But what are we doing?”

  He still said nothing after I asked my question, but his fingers lightly ran through the hair they could touch.

  After several moments of silence, he said, “I’m not sure.”

  That wasn’t the answer I was expecting and opened my mouth to say that, but August continued. “I think we should just… see what happens and where things take us. I know we agreed to put things in the past in the past and leave them there and to only look forward. I think we need to do that here. I know we both have some things going on in our lives that could impact us being together, but I can’t see myself not trying something with you.”

  What was going on in his life that could impact us being together? Me, I got. I still wanted a full career in the military. But I couldn’t think of anything that would hinder us being together on his end. I wanted to ask what it was but felt this wasn’t the right time to go into that.

  “So, we’re casual? Seeing where this goes?” I asked.

  “I think we’re more than casual, but yeah, let’s see where it goes.”

  I licked my lips as I considered his words.

  More than casual. I wished we were sitting up and I could see his face because I had a feeling that might reveal more to me than just his words would. But I was comfortable cuddled into his side, and I didn’t want to move so I could get a glimpse of his face.

  I’d have to wait.

  “You want to go to dinner sometime this week?” August asked several moments later.

  “Sure. I don’t have anything, so text me a day and time.”

  “Okay.”

  We lapsed into silence and I could feel myself relaxing enough that I knew I was going to fall asleep if I didn’t get myself out of bed and across the street.

  I hadn’t discussed August with my parents and they hadn’t asked besides confirming that I was coming over to the house for dinner tonight.

  I knew that I was in my thirties and my parents had already confirmed they weren’t waiting up for me, but it felt weird knowing I’d be sleeping across the street from them if I didn’t come home.

  I’d do the walk of shame through my childhood neighborhood, and that wasn’t something I would do at this point in my life.

  “I should head home.”

  August’s arm tightened around me. “You can stay.”

  I shook my head and pushed away from him so I could sit up. “I know, but I should still head home.”

  He stared at me for several moments before his eyes dipped and I realized that in sitting up, the sheet had fallen away from my chest.

  I could feel a blush starting and moved quickly, sliding away from him and out of bed. My clothes were in a heap by the door, so I tried not to think of the view August was getting from the bed while I quickly pulled my clothes on.

  I didn’t know why I was suddenly shy about what had happened, but I was. I tried not to think too hard about what I was feeling as I finished dressing and listened to August move around.

  I glanced over my shoulder and saw that he’d pulled a pair of boxer briefs on and was pulling some shorts on too.

  “I’ll walk you down.”

  I nodded and followed him from his room and glanced both ways down the hall. There were a few closed doors up here, so I had no way of knowing which room was Rich’s, but I hoped that we weren’t too loud.

  I’d be mortified if August’s brother heard me and him having sex.

  I trotted down the stairs after August and almost walked right into his back when he stopped at the front door.

  He turned to look at me, and I met his gaze. “You good?”

  I nodded. “Yep. Great.”

  And I was. I smiled and went onto my tiptoes to press a light kiss to his lips. “I’ll talk to you later.”

  I then slipped around him and was out the door, down the walk, and across the street before I glanced over my shoulder to see August framed in the doorway to his house, watching me walk away.

  I threw a hand up in a wave as I reached the door to my house and unlocked it before stepping in. I locked it behind me, peeking out the window to the side to watch August’s house.

  His door didn’t close for several moments after mine did, and only once his was closed did I turn to head to my room.

  The house was quiet around me, something I was thankful for at that point because I wasn’t sure I could deal with questions from my mom or dad about tonight.

  I needed to get my thoughts straight before I tried to talk to anyone else about what happened. Not that I’d tell them I’d had sex with August because that was private. But about the other things we’d talked about with giving dating a try.

  There was a part of me that was wary about dating August again. I couldn’t forget what it was like when we broke up when we were in college. But that had been a decade before. I needed to let that go because there was no way that August was the same person he was then. I knew I wasn’t.

  I went upstairs and to my room while I turned over the events of the night and tried to concentrate on the positives
.

  August, the guy that had gotten away, was back in my life and we were giving this whole dating each other another try.

  That was big and exciting news. Huge news. But I knew I needed to be careful too. August had reservations about the military and unless we talked them out, I didn’t want us to end in heartbreak again if I got a full-time slot.

  So, while we were seeing how it goes, I knew that was a conversation that needed to happen sooner rather than later.

  But right then, I needed a shower more than I needed anything else, including a session turning over what happened with August and me. So, I quickly stripped, showered, and climbed into bed, ready for a good night’s sleep.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  AUGUST

  “BRITAIN IS NICE,” Rich said as he joined me on the back porch the next morning. He handed me a cup of coffee before sitting next to me on the couch.

  “She is,” I agreed, blowing lightly on the steaming cup before taking a tentative sip.

  “I wonder why you never brought he around before,” Rich continued, making me pause and glance at him from the corner of my eye.

  I took another sip of my coffee before saying, “You’ve got something on your mind, so say it.”

  Rich was silent for several moments before saying, “I’ve already told you I think you need to confide in her. She’d get it, so I won’t say it again.”

  “Thank God,” I muttered.

  Rich grunted, telling me he’d heard what I’d said, but continued, “However, you really need to talk to her. I mean, really talk to her.”

  “I have.”

  “No, you haven’t. You’ve asked her how it is to be back and glossed over things with the military with her, but you haven’t talked to her.”

  “I know she wants another full-time slot.”

  Rich shifted, and I glanced at him to see he’d angled himself to face me more fully. “And what do you think about that?”

  I shrugged one shoulder but said nothing.

  “You can act nonchalant all you want, but I know you, baby brother. I know you don’t like the idea of her being in the military. And you need to tell her that and tell her why.”