“I can imagine what you’re thinking, so I’ll make this easy for you. I never bluff. Your soaked pussy or your mouth only. Which is it going to be?”
“Yes, I like to be bound and spanked.”
“Good girl. I’m giving you back the bonus round. Get this right, and I make you come twice. Where do you want my tongue, fancy face?”
Good grief. “On and in my pussy.”
“It’s so true that it’s the quiet ones who are the freakiest.”
“Everett!” I yank on the belt, losing patience over his taunting. He snickers, and I will come up with a payback for this. “I’m really not comfortable. Will you please undo the belt?”
After my wrists are freed, I roll onto my back. He climbs over me and holds himself up by his stiffened arms, his intense look smoldering with desire. Swooping in, he gives me a swift kiss.
“You’re fucking incredible, and don’t forget it,” he says. Moving down my body, he settles his chest between my thighs and rests my legs over his contoured shoulders.
His mouth is on me, languid strokes returning the riveting sensations. A fiery cover of heated breath overlays his magic tongue, and I want it everywhere, a need so urgent it’s indescribable. The propensity to completely give myself to him this soon goes against all rational thought, but I can’t fight it any longer.
Penetrating the tender thoughts, the slow strokes of pleasure claim my brain and body in a stealth move, shocking me with blasts of mind blowing sensations.
When I think they’re about to end, I go to pull away, but Everett forcefully clutches my ass.
“I said two orgasms.” Giving no mercy, he yanks me closer to his hungry mouth, becoming voracious, delivering powerful strokes before his tongue is flicking fast.
The glorious tingling is mounting again, my nerve endings waiting for the gun to fire, signaling their start to the finish line. Everett sucks in my clit, pulling the trigger, and his mercy is not desired as the pleasure floods my body.
My whimpers are moans, echoing from the vaulted ceilings until they are drowned by his immense growl. He’s moving over me, burying his engorged cock as deeply as he can, and he’s not close enough.
That indescribable need is resonating in my soul once again. Let go, Reese.
Everett
“Christ, each time you somehow feel better than the last.” My eyes are closed as I fight the urge to pull back and drive into her like a crazed animal. She already brings me to the brink of it.
“Everett.” Hearing my name off her tongue has my eyes opening to see her stunning face. It’s flushed, her breaths are quickened, and there are tears casting a glistening light.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask anxiously.
She blinks rapidly in an attempt to banish them.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. It’s unreal how good you make me feel, especially when you’re inside of me.”
I’m holding myself up, needing her to tell me what’s wrong, so I can move. “What is it, Reese?”
“Everett, I want to be yours for as long as you’ll let me. Please don’t ever stop catching me.”
Dropping to my forearms, I cradle her cheeks. Damn, she’s letting me in completely. Fixated on her loving eyes, I begin to move, the tightness squeezing my cock until it’s straining to burst.
My heart feels the same fucking pressure as her arms encircle my neck and pull me closer, the heat smoldering between us.
“You’re all mine, fancy face, and I’m not letting you go.” She smiles at me, and I wholeheartedly believe she was sent to me from the heavens.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Everett
“Wake up, sweetie.” Reese’s sweet voice stirs me. I open one eye and find her sitting on the side of the bed, staring with a grin. Glancing to the clock, I grumble. That smile spreading from here to Egypt needs to take a shorter trip at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning.
“Why are you out of this bed so early?”
“I have an exciting day planned for us. I thought since you’ve taken a liking to Buckhead, we should go out for the day and explore Atlanta further.”
Ah shit. Her eyebrows are raised, eyes twinkling with something I can’t quite pinpoint, while she waits for me to comment.
“Uh, behind my house is a dirt bike track, and I completely forgot that my brothers are coming over to use it. I should probably be here.”
“Oh.” Her smile fades, and I’m starting to feel like an asshole. Sitting up, I run my hands down my face.
“That’s fine. I should probably go home this morning, anyway. Becca and I can go to the gym, I have laundry to do, and my parents had asked me to have breakfast with them in the morning, so I’ll tell them I can go now.”
Getting up from the bed, she goes over to the bag she’d brought. “I should sleep at home tonight since I’ll have to get up early to meet them.”
“No, don’t do that,” I say frantically. “I’ll cancel. We’ll do whatever you had planned today.”
She turns and places her hands on her hips, that wide smile returning to her face, but this time, her gaze is joining in on the fun, full of some kind of wicked humor.
“You shit. Now, I feel like we’re in a relationship. You fibbed to me.”
“Uh, am I still asleep? What’s happening here?”
“I know about the big day you have planned, Ev. And you brought me here last night to trap me, leaving me no choice but to show your brothers and everyone else at Casteel that we’re an item.”
I flash her a boyish grin, praying it keeps me out of trouble and keeps her hot ass here.
“You weren’t going to tell me until it was too late for me to leave.”
“OK, I admit that I want the guys to see that we’re together. Isn’t it flattering that I want to show you off?” I deepen my smile, trying to get out of this hole I’ve dug for myself.
“They need to watch me sealing your lips with a kiss and notarizing your ass with my hand, so they’re fully aware you are off limits.”
My eyes roam over her scarcely clad body. “And let me add that you look hot as hell in those tiny pajama shorts and that tank top, which is showing your perky tits. Have I told you lately how perfect your body is?”
Reese covers her mouth and laughs.
“I should be mad at you, but you’re too damn sexy. Stop it,” she says.
Holding my finger up, I bend it toward me a few times, motioning for her to come. She giggles before she’s headed straight at me.
Jumping onto my body, she squeals and sends me falling over on the bed, so I groan, taking her with me. Arms shove around my neck as an aura of joy surrounds her precious face.
“You make me happy,” she says.
I squeeze her ass, feeling all of it through her thin shorts. “You make me happy, too, Reese.” I kiss her forehead before I’m hugging her hard. Lord, is she ever making me a happy man.
Reese
“I think we remembered everything,” I say to Becca as I unload groceries onto Everett’s kitchen island.
“I can’t believe this is his place. What’s the story behind it?”
Looking up, I see her roaming around, eyeballing the great room that is connected to the wide-open kitchen. “He moved here after Krystal died. That’s all I know so far.” The front screen door opens, and Travis walks in.
The second his eyes meet Becca’s, he’s hitting her with his charming grin. “Hey, beautiful.”
She smiles back, her fingernail going straight to her mouth. Since when is she coy with someone? A hi is all she manages out.
Bringing her in for a hug, he secures her snugly, his arms flexing. “I’m glad you came. I hope you don’t get bored. If so, I might have to put your adorable ass on a bike.” Pulling back, he gives her a kiss.
“I think that would be entertainment for you,” she says after.
I feel Everett’s nose at my neck as arms slide around my waist. “I want to take you back to bed already,” he whispers before his hand i
s moving my hair out of the way, so he can suck on my neck.
Trying to get him off, I shove my ass against him to push him away, but this only has him pressing his erection against me as he encircles my waist tighter.
“Everett, stop. I already have to wear my hair down due to your new found interest in marking me.” I feel the smile against my neck before he sucks on it hard. Jerking away, I turn and push on his chest.
“You’re impossible.”
“And you love it.” He glances around the kitchen. “You really don’t need to cook for us. We can grab something after.”
“Becs and I want to.” Emotions set up camp in those deep blue pools of his. “You’re sweet, and I don’t know if I will ever get used to it,” he says before his warm lips brush my cheek.
“Trav and I are going to get some bikes out. There are a few picnic tables around back. Please find me if you need help with anything.”
I scan his fit body from head to toe. He’s in gear worn in motocross, and does he ever wear it well. The jersey and pants are masculine as hell on him. Travis is dressed in the same gear but in different colors.
Everett strolls over and flicks him on the back of the head. “Down boy, let her breathe. We have work to do.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk. I thought you were going to mount her back there.” Travis is forced to release Becs when Everett wraps an arm around his neck, putting him in a headlock before he’s dragging him to the door.
Becca is blushing and covering her mouth as she snickers. “They’re funny,” she says.
“It’s endearing how close the four of them are. I’d like to believe if we had two more siblings, we’d be that close, too.”
“Isn’t he so cute?” Becca asks as she waltzes back over to help with the food.
“Yes, Travis is a cutie, but I’m worried about us dating brothers.”
“Don’t think negatively. This could work out great.”
“We made it official last night. We’re in a relationship. I still need to leave Casteel, and I cringe at the thought of telling him.”
“Why can’t you stay?”
“I don’t think I should push my luck, mixing business with pleasure. He’s distracting, and what if he grows tired of me? If this doesn’t work out, I would have to hurry and find a new job.”
Becca rolls her eyes. “There you go with the what if’s again. Please, focus on the fact that you could stay together and never get sick of the sight of one another.” She washes her hands at the sink. “The barbecue is in the crock pot. What now?”
“Get the ingredients together for the potato salad, while I finish peeling these potatoes.” I give her a mischievous grin. “As soon as I get them peeled, I’ll change and dish out the rest of Everett’s payback for keeping this manly gathering a secret.”
Everett
Trav helps me drag out the eight dirt bikes that we own. Two of them are new models we just got in at the store. We like to try out new merchandise since we sell dirt bikes, parts and gear for racing.
As often as possible, we also enjoy getting together to forget about our adult responsibilities.
“So, are we going to be dating sisters?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Are we?” Travis gives me his shit eating grin.
“Yes, I’m seeing Reese, and it’s getting serious quickly,” I say.
“Then I guess we’re dating sisters. I’m not letting this one get away. Becca is pretty and sweet. The chick loves sports, and she’s the most laid back woman, always positive and happy. I think it’s genuine, too.”
I recall how much Reese has lightened up since we met. “I hope it works out, man,” I say.
“Same for you, bro. Damn, the track is still a little wet from the rain we had the other day.”
I park the last bike. “All the more fun.” Hearing vehicles, Travis and I walk around the house and see Roman pulling up in his pickup with Sarge inside.
Jess has two guys from work crammed in his truck with a couple of bikes in the back. Brady parks behind him, bringing two more guys from the shop. Everyone exits and is geared up, ready to have some fun.
After shootin’ the breeze for a few minutes, we head to the back of the property. Travis is showing our nephew, Franklin, one of the new Honda’s. Franklin is nineteen and is a big help at the store.
It’s hard for me to believe that Sarge became a dad at the same age. Trav is only three years older than Franklin, so the two are more like brothers.
I turn my focus back to the rest of the guys.
“Watch out when you’re out there. Trav and I had some whoops put in last month about halfway through. The mounds are about three feet tall.
“Stay straight and consistent, and don’t take them too fast. You do that and you should be OK until you get the hang of them.”
“I’m gettin’ too old for new tricks, Ev,” Sarge says.
“That’s what she said,” Travis yells before chuckling. “Sheryl said she’s gettin’ bored in the bedroom.”
“Fucker, that’s my Mom and Dad. Disgusting,” Franklin says, punching him in the arm.
“You little shit. Paybacks a bitch, baby brother,” Sarge says, pointing.
“I’m playin’, bro. Chill.” Travis picks up his helmet and is about to put it on when he freezes.
“Guess I was wrong when I thought Reese was the more modest sister. Damn. Oh, I’m so glad it’s in the eighties today,” Travis says with a grin, nodding toward the house.
Since Franklin and Travis’s mouths are hanging open, the rest of us turn around to check out what he’s talking about, and that’s when I see her. Reese is wearing the shortest denim shorts I think I’ve ever seen on a woman. Why the fuck did she change?
As she and Becca stroll toward us, I drool from the sight of her as my blood pressure rises over the fact every guy here is getting the same damn visual.
She’s wearing a tight, light blue tank top that’s low-cut with tiny straps. Her tits are pushed up, part of them clearly displayed at the top.
“Damn, and I thought Reese looked hot when she was all covered up at work. Who invited them?” Franklin asks.
“I invited Becca. You’ll have to ask ol’ Ev here about Reese,” Trav answers, snickering.
“You know who she’s built like? Marilyn Monroe. She has curves,” Roman says to me. I see his hand rise, so he can take a drag off his nasty cigarette.
“Shut up, and all of you stop staring.”
“You asshole,” Jess says, shaking his head. “I should’ve had a shot with her.”
The guys begin to act like they give a shit about the bikes when I know they’re only thinking with their dicks. As the girls get closer, Reese commands the spotlight, granting us a sly grin.
“Hi, boys. This is my sister Becca. We had to check out this track Ev and Travis told us about.” She gives me a wink and a smirk as the guys call out their hellos.
Becca saunters right over to Travis, and he proceeds to show her the bike. My back is to most of the guys as Reese stands in front of me. Unsure of what she’s up to, I decide against touching her yet.
“Why did you change?” I ask, unable to resist but knowing damn well it’s what she wants.
“You said you wanted to show me off. Remember?” she answers quietly, chin up and eyebrows towering over her emerald eyes.
“Well played, fancy face.”
“What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to seal and notarize the deal?” she asks, trying desperately not to laugh.
I yank her against me, my hand finding her tight ass to squeeze. “What punishment is left that you might hate to enjoy?” I ask in a whisper before I’m licking and sucking on her ear.
She squeals and tries to pull away, but I hold on, letting her sharp sounds draw attention to us, which is fine by me. Once I think she’s had enough, I notarize her ass and seal her lips with a kiss that shows without a doubt we’re together.
She gives in to me, and it’s as if no one is aroun
d. Our tongues sweep and stroke, registering the temp around us to ninety.
We behave like horny teenagers until some of the guys, and I’m certain my brothers, holler and whistle at us. When I let her go, she wipes her lips, blushing the entire time.
“Uh, we’ll be in the house fixing lunch. You guys have fun,” she says loudly before giving Becca a look.
Noticeably embarrassed, she’s now retreating, showing the angel side of Reese, which is getting shoved aside more every day by that devilish woman I desire.
“Oh, Reese,” I say once she’s halfway to the house. Cautiously, she turns around. “It’s fine. You can sleep over again tonight. I don’t mind.”
Her eyes open wide, and I’m already regretting that statement. She is keeping up with me, so I’m sure there will be a clever comeback.
“Aren’t you sweet? Becca and I will be out later to sunbathe. We brought our bikinis, so I hope you don’t mind that.” She tosses her hair behind her before marching the rest of the way to the house.
Like hell she’s coming out here in a bikini. We are acting like fucking teenagers.
“Alright, any of you guys see that happening, make sure to flag me down,” Travis says before pulling on his helmet and starting the bike.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Reese
I considered changing out of my revealing outfit since it was a childish move, but it’s too dang hot today. I’m sweating as Becca and I carry food out to the picnic tables. The guys have been riding for several hours, so I figure the smell of food might bring them in for a break.
While about five of the guys ride, the others hang out under a shade tree. We’ve joined them a few times throughout the day, when Travis or Everett weren’t taking a turn.
The area where the dirt bike track is located looks as if it was carved out of a forest. An abundance of trees circle it, and as the day goes on, I’m becoming more curious as to how Everett ended up here.
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