by Avery Flynn
“Oh yeah?” she asked, her voice husky. “What else do you like?”
“This bra, it’s such a tease.” He lowered his mouth, swirling his tongue over the stiff peaks straining against the lace. “And these nipples so hard and demanding.” Skimming his palms from her ribs down over her waist, he took his time feeling his way down. “Fuck, these hips. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these hips, that ass, all of you.”
“Even my smart mouth?”
“Especially that.”
For once, they wanted the exact same thing. Hands on her hips, he stood her up, hating losing the feel of her against him but needing to get her naked.
Now.
“Take them off.”
“What?” she asked, skimming her hands down her soft belly to the button of her jeans. “These?” She unbuttoned her jeans. “Fair is fair—you too.”
He would have responded if he could, but the second she started inching her zipper lower, he lost the ability, so he followed her orders, stripping free of the rest of his clothes before she’d even gotten her zipper down. The other night, everything had been filtered through the mirror, so it was like seeing her for the first time, the full curve of her tits, the pink tips of her hard nipples, the way her hips flared out—revealed inch by inch as she pushed her jeans and then her panties down.
“You are definitely gonna be the end of me,” he said again as he got on his knees in front of her and then started to kiss his way lower down her soft belly.
“How about we find out just how far we can push it,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair as he went lower.
So damn cocky. God, he loved it.
“Such.” He kissed the freckle beside her belly button. “A.” He kissed the spot above her barely there curls, trailing his thumb across them but just barely enough to tease and leave her wanting more. “Smart.” He kissed a trail down the inside of her thighs, nudging them open and widening her stance as he guided her back down onto the edge of the seat. “Mouth.”
He glided his hands up her thighs, his thumbs skimming across her inner thighs until he reached her slick, swollen folds. Her hold on his hair tightened as he stroked his thumb across her sensitive clit, slowly and steadily building the tension as she let out a shaky moan. Smoothing his fingertips over her, he teased her, following her nonsensical pleas and sighs of pleasure, getting her right to the edge of orgasm without letting her fall over. Not yet. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. Did that make him a jerk? He was okay with that, because when she did come, she’d remember this moment and she’d remember him.
Another moan escaped her lips when he slipped two fingers, crossed as if making a promise, inside her and slid them forward and back against her most sensitive spots, the whole time tasting her and using his tongue with the right amount of pressure to keep her strung tight and yearning.
“Will,” she begged as he turned his fingers inside her, making sure they hit the tight bundle of nerves at her entrance.
God, he’d never get over hearing his name on her lips when she was on the verge.
“Please, Will.” She lifted her hips, rocking against his mouth. “More.”
In and out, this way and that, he couldn’t deny her. He lapped at her clit, hard and fast, pushing her toward that line as her cries grew more frantic and demanding. The time for teasing her had passed. No soft, barely there touches. He filled her with his fingers, sliding in and out, as he worked his tongue on her clit, rolling and rotating around the bundle of nerves that had her moaning with pleasure each time he made contact. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he had to reach down and curl his hands around his cock, squeezing hard at the base to relieve some of the pressure. Her entire body contracted as she came hard, her body arching as she thrust her hips up and let out a cry of satisfaction as he slowed but didn’t stop, riding the wave with her until she melted back, sated, against the seat.
Rocking back onto his heels, still tasting her sweetness on his mouth, he watched Hadley come down from her orgasm. God, it was so good, so right. It settled something in him, seeing her like this. Unguarded and relaxed, her eyes were half closed, her lips slightly parted, and her body slack. She let out a happy sigh and looked down at him, a teasing smile on her lips. He stopped breathing for a second because he knew in that moment that he’d been right—one last time would never be enough.
…
Still in some kind of post-orgasmic happy haze, Hadley watched as Will stood up, picked up his jeans from the floor, grabbed his wallet out of the back pocket, and pulled out a condom. She’d never been so glad to see latex in her entire life.
She got up and walked over to him as he tore it open because there was something she desperately wanted to do before he rolled it on. “Wait.”
“You don’t want to?” He nodded and moved to put the half-opened condom back in his wallet. “Okay. No problem.”
“I never said that.” She wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, stroking him as she got on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “You make a lot of assumptions about people. Maybe you should ask them what they plan to do.”
His only answer was a sharp inhale of breath as she sank down to her knees. Watching him, she licked the tip of his hard cock, tasting the salty pre-cum pooled there.
“Do you want to know what I want to do?”
“I think I might have a clue.”
“There you go assuming again.” Grip firm, she stroked from the base of his thick length to the tip and then held out her free hand. “Condom.”
“Aren’t you going to say please?”
Oh, someone was getting cocky again. She liked it, found it hot as hell, and had a total preoccupation with wondering what would come out of his mouth next, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him take control of this moment. Some protective part of her demanded that this not be her letting him fuck her but her fucking him. It was about agency, self-determination, and so much damn pleasure that her whole body was on the edge again, as if she hadn’t just come so hard, she was surprised the barn doors were still on.
Keeping her gaze fixed on Will, she took him in her mouth, sucking him slow and deep, not stopping until the crown of his dick hit the back of her throat. His rumbled groan of pleasure was so growly, it made her toes curl and her core clench in anticipation.
“Did that count as please?”
His only answer was to hand her the condom. She finished tearing it open and rolled it on, her attention divided between staring at his gorgeous cock and watching the muscles in his jaw flex as he held on to the last bits of his control. Quite honestly, she was pretty impressed by his reserves. She hadn’t thought he’d make it that long. But then again, Will had done nothing but surprise her this entire trip. Maybe he wasn’t the only one making assumptions he shouldn’t.
Having pity on him—hell, on them both—she stood up. “Will—”
That was as far as she got. He picked her up, sweeping her off her feet, and kissed her in one of those blast-your-hair-out-from-the-roots kind of a kiss.
“What was that?” Not that she was opposed, she just hadn’t been expecting to go airborne.
He sat down on the booth seat, settling her so she straddled his hips. “You said my name.”
“You like that?” she asked, trying to unwind why that would be and why it made her pulse kick up to Mach four billion.
“I do when you’re the one saying it.” Cupping the back of her head, he brought her face down to his and kissed her deep and demanding, promising things she hadn’t known she wanted until that very moment.
Then it morphed from being something she hadn’t considered to all she could think about—if thinking was what she was doing. Really, it was more of reacting to him, recognizing on some level she didn’t understand that this was right and good and as close to perfect as she woul
d probably ever get. By the time she pulled back from that kiss—her lips swollen, her mind swirling—the questions didn’t matter because she had the answer right in front of her.
Riding high on that kiss and the hot need coursing through her, she lowered herself down, slowly, a little bit at a time, keeping her gaze locked on Will’s face. Taking in the crinkle around his eyes, the day-old beard that had felt so good against the inside of her thighs, and the hard, desperate lust in his eyes. He needed her as much as she needed him.
“So tight,” he said, holding on to her and driving her up and down on his cock in time with her own undulations. “So beautiful.”
Gripping the back of the seat tightly, she moved against him, up and down, over and over again until her thighs burned in the best possible way. His fingers bit into the fleshy part of her hips as she arched her back, changing the angle so that he went deeper, filling her completely as she rode him. Close, she was so damn close. All she needed was just a little more. Reaching between them, she dragged her fingertips across her clit, still so sensitive from before, and her core clenched in response.
“Fuck yes,” he said, his voice strained. “Do that again.”
She did, circling her swollen clit over and over again as she fucked him, the width of him stretching her and taking her higher with each thrust and twist as she came down on him again and again. The tingling started in her inner thighs, zipping down her legs and then ricocheting back up in an orgasm that stole her breath and sight.
“Let me taste you.”
Without thinking, just responding to that demanding need in his voice, she held out her fingers to him. He sucked them into his mouth as he took over, lifting her and bringing her back down at a ferocious pace until he lifted his hips and drove into her one last time with a sound that was more a growl of satisfaction than anything else.
She collapsed against him and he loosened his hold but didn’t let go, both of them breathing heavily as they came back down to earth and reality. Hadley let out a shaky breath.
There. That was it. We’ve had our one last time and now we’re out of each other’s systems. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.
But she didn’t want to keep moving, and that’s when she knew she’d made a horrible mistake.
Chapter Fifteen
Will’s hair was still damp when he and Hadley walked into the main house for dinner and game night. That got him a look and a hard glare from Hadley’s brothers, no doubt because her long brown hair wasn’t quite dry, either—and because of the barely-there-but-still-visible hickey at the base of her neck. He hadn’t given anyone a hickey since he couldn’t remember when.
However, sex in the barn had led to fucking in the shower, which led to a post-nap make-out session before a text from her mom had alerted them that they were late for dinner and to get a move on or miss out on chicken casserole with Bisquick biscuits. That was probably why everyone turned in their chairs and stared at them as they walked into the eat-in kitchen.
Hadley’s family was gathered around several tables of different widths and lengths that were butted up against each other and stretched from the breakfast nook to the dining room. It was an oddball mix that still, somehow, managed to fit together. He tried to imagine the hodgepodge of furniture in his grandmother’s dining room and not even in his most NyQuiled-up fever dreams could he. They didn’t do that kind of thing. The Holts had one table. It was very long, very wide, sat twenty, and growing up, he and Web had sat at one end to eat while their grandmother sat at the other and sipped a never-empty glass of white wine.
He and Hadley sat down at the farthest end from her brothers—definitely not by accident—and across from the only other empty chair. A quick glance around confirmed that Adalyn wasn’t there.
Hadley’s eyes cast to the side as she gnawed her bottom lip. As they passed the biscuits, the glass bowl of green beans with slivered almonds, and the large casserole dish decorated with bright-yellow sunflowers, she kept looking back at the door as if waiting for Adalyn to walk in. When she didn’t, Hadley pushed her food around her plate, listening to the conversation but not joining in as it whirled around them.
Needing in a way he couldn’t quite explain to distract her from stewing about what had happened with her sister, he scooted his chair close and lowered his voice. “I’ve never had casserole.”
Hadley turned toward him, her eyes wide. “They don’t have that in your rich-kid boarding schools?”
“We only had the finest steaks, rarest seafood, and most expensive wines.”
“You didn’t get alcohol at school.” She rolled her eyes.
“Didn’t get steak, either.” He couldn’t even imagine what that would have been like. The dean would have stood in traffic first. ‘The Gravestone School believed in the old-school break-them-down tradition. It was all lukewarm showers, room-temperature meals, and a rigid devotion to social customs.”
“That does not sound like fun,” she said, her nose wrinkling in sympathy as she grimaced.
“It could have been worse.” It could have been their grandmother’s house. “Anyway, Web made it fun.”
“Here, I gave you an extra helping.” Stephanie handed him a plate loaded down with a creamy, cheesy chicken pasta with veggies mixture topped off with toasted bread crumbles and two large biscuits. “Put honey on the biscuit. You’ll thank me later.”
Once everyone was at the table, they bowed their heads and said grace, and then he took a bite of the casserole. It was warm and filling and settled in his stomach like a hug. After everyone had their delicious first bite, it was all smack talk about game night as they ate with everyone steering clear of any wedding discussions. Adalyn still hadn’t come down for dinner, and while everyone was trying not to draw attention to it, her empty chair was a physical reminder.
“So,” PawPaw said as he stood from the table and picked up his plate. “Are you ready for Pictionary?”
“Nooooooooo,” Hadley said, groaning.
“There’s no avoiding it.” PawPaw shrugged. “Louise must have used weighted dice when we rolled for who got to pick the games.”
“Stop accusing me of cheating, you old bugger,” Aunt Louise hollered from over by the sink as she rinsed off her dishes and put them in the dishwasher. “I won fair and square.”
“Pictionary sounds great.”
Looking around at everyone—Louise grinning, Hadley groaning, and PawPaw glaring at his sister—Will was having a hard time trying to figure out what the fuss was about.
Thirty minutes into the family’s version of the drawing game and he understood. Hadley was a detriment to any competitive person’s sanity during the game. First of all, she was awful at drawing—even her stick people were a strange alignment of squiggly lines and circles. Then, there was her insistence on drawing the same pattern of shapes over and over as if on the twentieth try, he or PawPaw would understand that the arrow shooting out of the circle at the end of another line was a lightsaber, leading them to the correct answer of Star Wars. The real killer, though, was how she called out the most bizarre answers that made zero sense and the house rule that each team only got to throw out three answers. Invariably, at least two of those came from Hadley and were a full 180 degrees from the correct answer.
By the time it came down to the last phrase, PawPaw was stress pacing in the back of the room while Hadley read her clue and started for the giant dry-erase board up on an easel. Meanwhile, Will kept getting distracted by the way she chewed on her bottom lip while she drew squiggly vertical lines with what looked like lightning shooting out from the top in every direction and a rectangle that looked like maybe it was on fire. She put the cap on her marker with a snap and turned to him and PawPaw, a hopeful smile on her lips.
“Explosive farts,” PawPaw said.
“Do you have to be so crude?” Aunt Louise said without even a hint of censure in her
voice.
“Look at the picture!” Taking the bait, PawPaw’s voice rose as he waved his hand at the dry-erase board. “What do you see?”
Will cocked his head to the side and squinted, trying like hell to see something besides a stick figure with an impressive amount of gas, but there was no hope. Once PawPaw put that image in his head, there was no seeing anything else.
“It could be interpreted in many ways,” he said, grasping for something—anything—else that it could be.
The timer on Stephanie’s phone rang out, and Aunt Louise gave a celebratory hoot. Hadley shot him and PawPaw a glare.
“It’s Jungle Book. How did you not see the trees?” She pointed to the vertical lines and then the exploding rectangle. “And the book?”
Will took a billionth look at what she’d drawn on the dry-erase board, but even with her explanation, he couldn’t see any of it.
“Well,” PawPaw said, shaking his head. “That puts us in the consolation round.”
Hadley took another look back at her drawing and, judging by the way she cocked her head to the side, even she figured it was a lost cause. “Sorry, PawPaw.”
Her grandpa got up and gave her a quick hug. “All you have to do to make up for it is beat Louise’s team in the next round.” He lowered his volume so only Hadley and Will would be able to hear. “There’s no way I want to spend the next month getting snarky texts from her.”
“Whatever it takes,” Hadley said. “You got it, PawPaw.”
“That’s my girl.” He turned to Will and leveled a do-not-fuck-this-up look at him. “I know you two will make that happen.”
Aunt Louise picked that moment to interrupt their pep talk armed with the next game—Taboo—and with the announcement that since Adalyn wasn’t there, one of them would have to sit out the final round.
“I’ll be an observer,” PawPaw said. “After all, you two really do make a great team.”
Hadley’s cheeks turned pink, but Will couldn’t help but think the old man might be on to something there.