His tongue focuses on my clit for a moment. His mouth sucks the little mound between his lips, then he flicks his tongue across it.
I moan and arch my back.
It feels so damn good, but it won’t be enough.
Laughter echoes somewhere to our right, reminding me that we’re in someone’s back yard. We could be discovered any minute with my skirt literally hitched up around my waist. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me, the excitement almost pushing me over me edge.
“Be quiet,” Kellan whispers, but his tongue doesn’t ease up on me. It slides through my slickness, leaving a hot and moist trail behind just long enough for the wind to cool me down, before he begins again.
He’s such a professional at doing this.
Too calm. Too focused.
Of course, he’s probably licked more * than he can count. I, on the other hand, feel like I could be dying on the spot. Both from desire and sheer mortification at what we’re doing. And from being so ready to give him what he’s been wanting all along.
Somewhere, a door closes. Then a click.
Footsteps thud in the distance.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I think someone’s coming,” I whisper needlessly and try to push his head away. He grabs my ass tightly, holding me in place as he adjusts his mouth.
“Kellan,” I whisper, mortified.
His tongue is more unrelenting now. Barely giving me time to breathe between the hard flicks on my clit. My * tightens, squeezing the air, the delicious pull of an oncoming orgasm forming, but not quite there.
The footsteps stop, and a male voice begins to talk quietly…into a phone?
I can even make out a few words.
Oh, God.
We’re going to be found out.
Talk about bad timing.
“Kellan.” His name swooshes out of my mouth in another silent moan.
“Hush! He’ll be here soon.” The way he says it, it sounds like he knows the person. I want to follow up his remark with a question. I even open my mouth when he thrusts a finger into me, then another, stretching me, filling me.
I nearly cry out, the sound lodged deep in my throat.
It’s getting harder to breathe.
Kellan’s tongue flicks faster while he finger-fucks me hard, rubbing against that one special spot inside me I know will have me crying out his name.
Red-hot waves of lust threaten to crush me. My legs begin to tremble. I bite my lip hard so I can’t cry out. The taste of blood registers somewhere inside my mind, but I don’t care.
All I want is more.
More of him.
More of this.
I think the footsteps are heading for us now, but I can’t move.
Whatever Kellan’s doing to me is way too good to stop him.
“Oh, God.” A moan erupts from my chest.
The familiar blackness of an orgasm is descending on me a moment before my body lights up, then crashes in flames. A tremor rocks my entire body over and over again.
Faintly, I think I feel Kellan set me down and place a hasty kiss on my lips.
He tastes of me.
It’s so darn sexy, my core flares up again.
Yes, I definitely want more of him, until the lights in the back yard go on.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Kellan, is that you?” a male voice calls out.
Oh, my God.
I jump back and only manage to rattle the gate, drawing attention to us.
Kellan laughs and pulls down my skirt. “Hey, Ryder. How’s it going?”
“You son of a bitch.” A dark figure reaches us in a few long strides, and I groan inwardly, filled with humiliation.
This guy is definitely corrupting me.
I can’t believe I just came barely a few steps away from one of his friends.
“I heard you were back, but I didn’t realize—” The guy stops mid-sentence, and for the first time, he seems to see me.
Like, really see me.
There’s something familiar about him. His eyes are dark in the night, but I don’t fail to notice he’s the same height as Kellan.
Even the same build, as far as I can tell.
I can see the resemblance.
“Ava, this is my brother. Ryder, Ava. She’s from NYC,” Kellan says coolly. His hand grabs my ass possessively, like he has a claim on me.
“Well, hello, Ava,” Ryder says. “I’m glad you guys were enjoying my back yard. I like my guests to come more often.”
My face flushes with mortification.
I don’t know what the fuck he meant by that about, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t talking about regular invitations to a barbecue party.
Kellan laughs. “The lady definitely will. I’ll make sure of that. Thanks for not arresting us.”
My head snaps in his direction?
Is that supposed to be a joke?
I take in his wink, and the penny drops.
Oh, my fricking God.
His brother has to be a cop.
“My dear brother’s the deputy,” Kellan explains.
The fricking deputy? The one everyone seems to be missing.
“What are brothers for?” Ryder laughs.
I swat at Kellan’s hand on my ass, the slap so hard the sound reverberates in the night.
“I’m going home,” I mutter and rattle at the gate.