“Do you want to get caught?” she whispered.
“No, but I do want to touch you,” he whispered back. His hand brushed her butt again, this time creeping toward her inner thigh. “I can’t seem to resist.”
She bit back a smile. “Well, you better try harder, or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“Sounds fun.” His hand fell back to the banister, and he called over his shoulder to Christopher, “So are we swimming today?”
“Yeah. Did you bring a suit? If not, you can use one of mine.”
The idea of Brett’s junk touching where Christopher’s junk once touched was almost enough to make her gag. Please God, let him have brought one along.
“I have my own.”
Thank God.
“Okay. See you two in a few,” Chris said.
Chris, Nina, and Wyatt turned left at the top of the stairs, while Anna and Brett went to the right. Wyatt gave her a knowing look. “Hurry up. You don’t want to miss your ride.”
Anna rolled her eyes. “Yes, Father.”
“We’ll only need five minutes.” Brett threw an arm over her shoulder. “I’m quick.”
Wyatt gave Brett a dirty look. “Don’t make me kill you a day before the wedding. Mom hates blood in her carpet.”
And then he followed Christopher and Nina without waiting for a reply.
Anna rolled her eyes and stopped outside her door to give Brett what she hoped was a flirtatious smile. Leaning in, she whispered, “If we can shake the boys later, I’ll christen the lake with you.”
“Christen the—?” Brett’s eyes went wide, and his hand clenched the knob. “Seriously?”
“Mm-hmm.” She played with his shirt, undoing the top button for him. “You interested?”
He looked her up and down, his eyes heated with an unspoken promise. “Fuck yeah. I’ll lose them even if I have to slap blindfolds on their eyes and hog-tie them together on the beach.”
Laughing, she opened the door and shut it in his face as he adjusted his pants with a grimace. Grinning, she picked out her skimpiest red bikini, slathered some sunscreen on her shoulders, and slipped a transparent cover-up over her head. Today would be one hell of a day.
The lake, the rehearsal dinner—and later?
Brett in her bed.
What more could a girl ask for?
…
A few hours later, Brett leaned back on his elbows, the sand cushioning the bulk of his weight. Christopher lay on one side of him and Wyatt on the other. Next to Chris was Nina, followed by Cole, Eric, and finally Anna. They had insisted on this setup. Did they really think he would fuck her on the sand right in front of them, or what?
Although what she suggested came pretty close to that.
And I definitely want to christen the damn lake.
He cleared his throat. “It’s a nice day out. I hope it’s like this tomorrow.”
Christopher pushed his shades up his nose and turned to Brett. “It’s supposed to be even better. We checked the Weather Channel last night.”
Cole snorted. “Since when do you watch the Weather Channel?”
“Since I told him to,” Nina said, adjusting her sun hat.
Eric snapped his hand and made a whipping sound. “Crack the whip harder. He’ll like it.”
Chris grinned. “You have no idea.”
Cole shuddered. “TMI, bro. TMI.”
“It’s your fault, technically.” Nina chuckled. “You brought it up.”
“Can we please change the topic before I barf all over myself?” Eric asked, making a gagging sound. “Do you think Mom noticed our escape yet?”
As if on cue, Chris’s phone beeped.
He picked it up and flinched. “Yep. I think so. She just sent me a text.”
“What did it say?” Anna asked from the other side of their group.
“That we have three hours to ‘get our sorry asses home, or we will pay.’ She doesn’t detail the punishment.”
Cole winced, looking a hell of a lot younger than he actually was. “Last time I owed her, she made me scrub the toilet with a toothbrush. My toothbrush.”
Eric checked his Rolex. Brett couldn’t help but wonder if he wore that to impress the judges in the courtroom. “So…we have to leave by two. If we push it back too far, we might hit traffic.”
“We could speed,” Anna said.
“Not on my watch,” Chris replied. “If the precinct hears I got a speeding ticket, I’ll never live it down. I’m already one point from losing my license.”
Cole sighed. “And I can’t afford to get in trouble on leave. The CO is already all over my ass over some other issues I’ve had lately.”
“Oh?” Anna asked. “What issues would those be?”
“Ones that have nothing to do with you,” he replied.
“Let me get this straight.” Brett rose up on his elbows and stole a glance at Anna. He removed his hat and scratched his head. “So you can rip her life apart, including her love life, but she doesn’t need to know why you’re skating on thin ice?”
“Yeah.” Cole glowered at him. “That’s about right.”
“Sounds fair,” Brett muttered.
Cole flipped him off.
“Who cares?” Christopher snorted. “Why do you care if we’re protective of our sister?”
“Because you treat her like a kid. That’s why.” He slammed his hat back down on his head. “And she doesn’t fucking like it.”
Chris turned to Brett slowly, as if he were a robot or something. “Again…what’s it to you?”
“Everything,” he said simply.
Nina cleared her throat. “So, who is going in the water?”
“Not me,” everyone but Anna and Brett replied.
They all stared Brett down in different degrees of anger and shock.
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to see that pretty little blonde from the other night again? The one you went home with?”
Anna shook her head.
“No. Why would I?”
“You went home with her.” Christopher shrugged. “I thought you might want to see her again. Maybe bring her as your plus one.”
Brett bit back a few curses.
He knew what Chris was doing.
Reminding Anna that Brett was a player to be avoided at all costs. But she knew where he spent that night. In her arms. “No, I don’t want her to be my plus one. We danced and talked, and I went home alone.”
“Bullshit,” Eric said, sitting up. A woman from across the beach shot Eric an inviting smile, but he didn’t even see it. “You stayed behind with her. We left you there alone. Don’t lie because Anna’s here. The only reason you would stay behind is if you wanted to get fucked, and you did.”
Anna made an annoyed sound. “Oh, leave him alone. If he doesn’t want to talk about her, then leave him his secrets.”
Eric frowned. “You two are acting awfully protective of each other today. Anything you want to tell us?”
“Nope,” they both said in unison.
Anna stood up, her cheeks flushed, the sun glinting over her flawless skin. “I’m going to go swimming now. You coming with me, Brett? I promise I won’t bug you about your private life.”
She looked down at him and held her hand out.
The red bikini she wore barely covered her, and from his vantage point in the sand he could make out the curve to the underside of her breasts.
And if he was looking…
He shot a glance around them, taking in the man to the left of their group who watched Anna with hungry eyes. He was probably thanking the Lord for her small suit.
He was, too, but he was allowed.
Only him.
“Yeah, I’ll come,” Brett said quickly, hopping to his feet.
If God had any mercy at all, no one would follow them.
There was a shuffle of movement, followed by Nina hissing, “Sit back down. All of you.”
“But—” Chris started.
“No. We talk
ed about this, and you’ll sit down.” Nina dropped her voice. “Now. And so will the rest of you, or so help me God, you’ll see a bridezilla fit of the likes that you’ve never witnessed before.”
“Can I marry her?” Brett whispered, leaning as close as he dared. “I just might have fallen in love with her.”
Anna snorted and looked over her shoulder at the group they left behind. “That was pretty impressive, wasn’t it? They all sat back down, too.”
He laughed. “Yeah, she’s pretty high up on my list of favorites right now.” He paused. “Underneath you, of course.”
“I don’t know whether to be offended or not that you forgot to add me until later,” she teased, nudging him with her elbow.
“I’d never forget you. You’re always there in my head.” He stole another glance at Anna. Her hair blew in the breeze, and her cheeks were slightly pink. The bottom half of her bikini barely covered her ass. It would be so easy to reach out and caress her soft skin. He could. He was allowed now. His fingers flexed. “Let’s walk as far away from them as we can manage without hitting Florida.”
“What’s wrong with Florida? I’ve heard it’s lovely this time of year. And it doesn’t have them.” She pointed over her shoulder and headed off to the left. “I’ve never seen all of them stand up so fast before.”
He glanced behind them.
They still watched him, in various degrees of sitting up or standing, with murder written on their faces.
Nina just looked annoyed.
He faced the water again. “I shouldn’t have looked. The combination of all their glowers might turn me into stone.”
Anna laughed, letting out a little snort. When she laughed hard enough, she snorted. And he loved that little snort. He let her mirth wash over him, let her soothe his nerves with a simple sound. “Who do you think they are? Medusa?”
“Perhaps.” He inched closer, letting his arm brush against hers. His gut clenched when her soft skin touched his, and when she swayed closer to him his heart sped up. He’d never felt as attuned to a woman’s movements as he was with her. “If they knew what we did last night, I’d be buried under a slab of stone. Sounds pretty similar to me.”
“Oh, come on. They wouldn’t kill you. They’re not that bad.”
“You don’t know what they’re really like.” He scoffed. “When we were teenagers, I said you were pretty. I got a broken nose from Chris. Just because I said you were pretty.”
She stopped walking and grabbed his elbow, her attention on his nose. It was his least favorite feature on his body. His aunt and uncle hadn’t taken him to the ER, so he’d had to try to align it by himself. It had hurt like hell, and even though he’d tried to do the procedure through his watering eyes by looking in the bathroom mirror, he hadn’t lined it up properly.
As a result, there was a bump on the bridge of his nose that never went away.
It was a constant reminder of how his own best friend thought he wasn’t good enough for Anna. That would probably never change, but damn it.
He didn’t care.
Be mad at me all you want, Chris. I’m done toeing the line.
She reached out and ran a finger over the imperfection he despised. “That’s what you two fought about back then?”
“Yeah. Afterward, we made the blood promise that I’d never touch you.” He brushed her hair out of her eyes, wanting to see all of her. Wanting to see inside her soul. “If I hadn’t, I would’ve never seen you again. He’s my best friend, but you’re his little sister. Blood is thicker than water.”
“Some best friend he is,” she muttered, glowering over her shoulder. Her entire body was stiff with anger. He found it quite endearing she could be so upset over something that happened over a decade ago. “The jerk. Why didn’t you tell him to go screw himself, and leave for good?”
“I’d never see you again, except in school. I couldn’t do that. He might be my best friend, but you were more than that even back then.” He swallowed past the words trying to come out. Words he wasn’t ready to say. “You’re still more than that.”
Her eyes softened. “I want to kiss you right now. Right here.”
“Then kiss me.” He peeked over her shoulder, searching for cover, and then pulled her behind a small building. Backing her against the brick wall, he placed his hands on either side of her head. “I can’t possibly deprive you of something you want. Not today.”
The second his mouth touched hers, he knew kissing her wasn’t as simple as it had been at first. Before now, he had kissed her because he wanted to, and because it felt good to do so.
Now?
He kissed her because he needed to.
If he didn’t have her in his arms, then the world didn’t feel right. If he couldn’t taste her lips, then he wouldn’t be whole. Damn it, was he falling in love with her?
Or had he already fallen?
She wrapped her arms around his neck, urging him closer, and opened her mouth to his. His tongue swept inside, and he groaned into her mouth.
He stepped closer, melding his body to hers.
Her breasts pressed against him, and he rubbed his cock against her soft belly. He could never, would never, have enough of his Anna. He forced his mouth away from hers, dropping his head onto the crook of her neck. “Fuck. I need you now.”
“We could go to the lake, but it’s pretty crowded right now. Or…” She craned her neck to see over his shoulder. “There’s a changing room right there.”
“Wait.” He cocked a brow. “Are you suggesting…?”
Her eyes lit up with mischief. “Yep.”
She grabbed his hand and tugged him through the small door, closing it behind her. As soon as the door shut, she was on him. Every reason he shouldn’t be making love to her in a public place played out in his mind like a scrolling marquee.
Brothers a few feet away.
People walking outside the door.
They could get caught.
Yet the one reason he should do it outweighed them all.
It was Anna.
And that was all that really fucking mattered.
He picked her up and backed her against the wall, growling low in his throat. She readily wrapped her arms and legs around him, deepening the kiss. Once she was against the wall, his hands explored every inch of her body. Her waist. Her hips, her breasts.
The sensation of her smooth skin under his hands was even more intense without any hint of light. Every sigh and moan she let out sounded amplified.
Closing his hands on her breasts, he flipped the scanty material up and over them, then closed his mouth around her nipple. When he scraped his teeth against her hard buds, she moaned and dug her feet into his ass, rubbing herself against his cock.
If she continued moving like that, he might explode in his swim trunks like an overeager teenager before he ever got inside her. He bit down on her nipple, hissing in a breath when her fingernails bit into his scalp. With a trembling hand, he reached down between their bodies. She was hot and wet and ready for him.
So damn wet.
She might be ready for him, but he wanted her begging and pleading. She needed to be as desperate for him as he was for her. “I bet I could make you come right here, right now, without even coming inside you.”
He traced his finger over her clit while biting down on her shoulder. She whimpered and rotated her hips against him, pressing closer to his hand. He could feel her impatience and need, but he refused to give her what she wanted.
He shoved her bikini bottom aside, then ran his finger over her damp slit.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Brett,” she pleaded, her hands clinging to him. “Now.”
Hell, yeah.
He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “Not yet.”
He plunged a finger inside her, pressing his thumb to her clit.
She cried out, and he muffled the sound with his mouth. He pulled out and thrust inside her again, this time with two fing
ers. As he moved inside her, he rubbed his thumb over her swollen flesh. She made little mewling sounds into his mouth. They drove him insane with want.
With need.
He flicked his tongue over hers, and she stiffened in his arms, whimpering into his mouth. Her muscles convulsed around his fingers, and he kept his thumb pressed on her clit until she slumped in his arms, dragging the orgasm out for as long as he could.
Once she came down to earth, he yanked his swim trunks down and plunged inside her with one stroke. She cried out his name, and her nails burrowed into his skin again. He welcomed the pain almost as much as he welcomed the pleasure.
Cupping her hips with his hands, he positioned her against the wall in a way that her clit brushed against him with each thrust. He gripped her hips harder, moving even deeper inside her. He usually held some part of himself back when he was with a woman, but this wasn’t just any woman. It was Anna.
His Anna.
If only he could see her face right now, everything would be perfect.
She arched her hips, her muscles clenching around him. He deepened his thrusts, making sure to tilt his hips. “Brett,” she moaned. “Please…”
His balls tightened, warning him of his impending orgasm. He plunged deeper, completely lost to the haze of pleasure consuming him. Every thought and sense was buried in Anna.
Her scent.
The sound of her cries.
The feel of her skin.
She clung to him, her muscles convulsing around him and squeezing his cock. With a hoarse cry, he slammed into her one last time, joining her.
They both clung to each other, their breathing in tandem.
Her legs unwrapped from his hips, and she stood on wobbly legs. When she swayed in front of him, seeming for the entire world as if she’d had too much to drink, he caught her hips and held her still.
Holy fuck.
What happened in this dark room seemed to be so much more than a quickie. It was almost as if he’d given her something else just now. Something besides an orgasm. It was almost as if he’d given her…his heart.
Or even more frightening?
His trust.
She rested her head on his chest, gasping for air. “Wow. That was…wow.”
He swallowed hard, not speaking.
What if he said something before he could fully understand it himself? He needed to back away from her a little bit so he could figure out what he felt for her without distraction. When he was around her, he couldn’t think about anything but her. The way she felt, smelled, laughed. It was time for some fresh perspective, and for that…
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