Fetching: A Frenemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy (Unleashed Romance, Book 1)

by Kylie Gilmore

  My eyes get hot. That was so sweet, and I don’t want to admit the truth. Because then it sounds like I was crushed by my ex saying he didn’t love me anymore, when I was really just busy working and stuff. I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. Instead I move further into the bed, hoping he’ll take the hint and join me.

  He crawls over me and kisses me. “Okay. All the more reason to take my time.” His mouth leaves a hot trail from my throat all the way down to my hip, where he lingers. His big hands slide up the inside of my thighs, and then he surprises me, pushing my leg up and kissing the back of my knee. I suck in air. It’s exquisitely sensitive there. No one’s ever kissed me in that spot.

  “So sensitive,” he croons, kissing his way up the inside of my leg.

  My fingers grip the sheets. I know where this is going, and I want it. Desperately.

  He kisses my hip, and then the crease of my leg, flicking his tongue over it, teasing. “I need to taste you.”

  “Yes. Taste me.”

  His fingers slide between my legs, parting me gently, before he dips his head and takes one long lick.

  My breath shudders out. “More.”

  “Just getting started,” he murmurs, the words vibrating and hot against my most sensitive area.

  “Yes,” I say on a sigh. And then there are no words. Pleasure floods me as he takes expert control. I completely let go as he guides me slowly, languidly up an ever-spiraling pleasure ride. My hips rock of their own accord, lost in bliss. My fingers run through his hair, holding him to me, and then suddenly I’m gripping his hair as his mouth turns hungry.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I chant, louder and louder, shocked at the intensity as I race to release. His fingers thrust inside me at the same time as he gently sucks, and I explode with a startled cry. Pleasure rockets through me, electric waves radiating out from my core all the way to my scalp and down to my toes. He stays with me, prolonging the pleasure, slow and easy, until I go limp with a sigh.

  I place a hand on his gorgeous, wonderful head. “Thank you.”

  He smiles. “You’re welcome, beautiful. My pleasure.” He kisses his way up my body, and I wrap my arms around him. Then I widen my legs, totally ready for part two.

  He sucks my lower lip. “Hold up.” He slides a strip of condoms out from under the pillow.

  I prop up on an elbow, watching him rip open the packet. “Nice hiding spot.”

  “I didn’t want to be too forward and have them waiting on the pillow, staring you in the face with expectations.” He winks. “Kidding. I was hiding them in case of a different visitor.” He rolls it on and returns to me, guiding himself in slowly.

  I tilt my hips, drawing him in further, and wrap my legs high up around his waist. He’s thick, making me ache even more. It’s been way too long.

  He groans and entwines our fingers together, gazing into my eyes. “You feel amazing.”

  “You too. More. Harder.”

  He thrusts fully inside, and we both moan. He starts a slow rhythm, kissing me at the same time, but I need more. I nip his lower lip hard enough to make him gasp.

  He lifts his head, his eyes smoldering into mine. “More, huh?”

  I nod. He releases my hands, and I instantly stroke over the hard planes of his back, loving the leashed power there. His hand slides between us, stroking me rapidly as he pumps into me.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant.

  He bites my neck, and I moan. “You’re a talker. I knew it.”

  I laugh, and then I pant as pleasure coils tight inside me. “I never was before,” I gasp out. “You’re good.”

  He watches me intently, rocking into me, his fingers wicked. “I’m awesome.”

  “You are,” I say, my voice hitting a high note. “I’m—”

  “I know.” His mouth covers mine, swallowing my cry as my climax roars through me. I rock helplessly against him, my body contracting around him. He swears, pushes my thigh up, opening me further as he thrusts hard and fast. Shockwaves of white-hot pleasure steal my breath. He groans, his head arching with his own release as he pumps into me. I moan softly, every movement rocketing more pleasure through me. Finally, he releases my leg and gives me his weight.

  I work on catching my breath. Slowly, reality returns. I just had sex with a man I’m really starting to like. The same man who used to make me crazy. This could be dangerous. He gets under my skin so easily, both in good and bad ways.

  Please don’t make it awkward. He swore it wouldn’t be, but all the thoughts crowding my brain are making it hard for me to relax.

  He lifts his head. “Oh no you don’t.” He rolls off me and turns me so I’m on my side, and he’s spooning me from behind. “You, my chatty sex queen, are not going to have the energy for freaking out.”

  Sex queen? Me? I’m too flattered for speech.

  His voice rumbles by my ear, bringing a delicious shiver. “I felt you tense up, saw the look of sheer panic.” He lifts my leg up and over his. “Nope. Not having it after all my good work.”

  I can’t believe he read me so easily. “I was just—” The breath whooshes from my body as his fingers delve between my legs, shocking me into silence. My back arches against him, his touch too intense too soon. And then he gentles, moving in slow circles, and my mind shuts down. Pleasure clouds my brain; my entire body relaxes, knowing he’ll take me where I need to go.

  “God, I love feeling you let go,” he says gruffly.

  “You earned it.”

  He nips my earlobe, his fingers stilling. “I earned your trust?”

  “You earned my orgasm with your competence.”

  “And you just earned a bonus orgasm.”

  “Yes, please.”

  He chuckles darkly and then makes good on his promise. Once. Twice. By the third time, I’m trembling all over, begging for release.

  “Hang on,” he growls. “Not yet.”

  I pant, beyond words, my body arching with need, my fingers digging into his shoulder behind me. He sucks on my neck and increases his rhythm, and I break violently, shuddering as pleasure floods me. Long moments later, I collapse, completely limp.

  He kisses my temple and sets my leg down. “Better. I like you limp and content.” He gets out of bed and tucks the blanket around me. “I’ll be back in a few for the next round.”

  I groan, way too sated for any more. So sleepy. I can’t seem to get the words out.

  I hear the door shut behind him and close my eyes. I’m asleep instantly.

  Wyatt

  The next morning, I slip out of bed to take Snowball out and feed her. Then I put her dog bed next to the sofa so she can be with Kayla. I got a message from the crew chief that they won’t be in today. The roads aren’t passable. Good by me because now I get Sydney all to myself.

  I head upstairs just as Sydney’s coming out of the bathroom. She must’ve brushed her hair because when I left the bed this morning, it was wild and rumpled. I might’ve had something to do with that. I bet she brushed her teeth in preparation for more sex with me. How do I know she wants more? Her eyes are eating me up in the long-sleeved shirt and jeans I threw on, and she’s only wearing my Princeton T-shirt. If she was done with the sex part of our day, she’d be fully dressed.

  She lifts a hand in awkward greeting. “Uh, hi. I didn’t know where you went.”

  “Took care of the dog.” I gesture toward the bedroom. “After you.”

  She blushes, rubbing the side of her neck, where she has beard burn. “Is this weird?”

  I close the distance and grab her, chomping down the side of her neck. She squeals in surprise. I give her ass a pat. “Time for bed, troublemaker.”

  She walks back into my room, smiling. “I’m a troublemaker? No, sir! You’re—”

  I make a he-man groan and scoop her up, tossing her on the bed. She just laughs and opens her arms to me. A rush of affection floods me at the sight. I’m tempted to hug her and hold her close, but I remember the rules of this game. Casual. It
’s the safest route.

  I rip my clothes off and then do the same to hers, climbing on top of her and pinning her wrists to the mattress.

  “I want to be on top this time,” she says.

  “You have to earn it.”

  She rocks her hips into me, smiling wickedly. “I will, trust me.”

  I roll to my back and pull her on top of me. “You’re going to torture me, aren’t you?” I ask in mock horror.

  “No more than you tortured me.”

  I groan. I definitely drew out her orgasms and then pushed for more. She’s going to be positively evil.

  Her hands roam down my chest, followed by her mouth, nipping and licking. By the time she reaches my rock-hard erection, I stop breathing. Her hand closes around the base, and then her mouth takes me in.

  Her eyes meet mine, gleaming, and I nearly lose it right there. She begins the torture with one long suck. I fist a hand in her hair as though I have any control. I’m already halfway there as her mouth works up and down.

  I groan long and low. There’s nothing but her hot wet mouth and an intense tightening pleasure, ratcheting up, up, up.

  “Wait,” I gasp. “I want to be inside you.” I reach for the last condom under the pillow.

  Shockingly, she releases me, giving me a sexy smile. “I want that too.”

  As soon as the condom’s on, she climbs up my body and impales herself on me. Fuck. I grip her hips tightly, needing to control it, slow it down.

  She moans softly as I move her slow and steady. She grips my shoulders, her eyes closed with her pleasure.

  “So beautiful,” I murmur.

  Her eyes open, gazing into mine, an intensely intimate moment that takes me by surprise. Like we’re recognizing the real person under the defenses. I swallow hard, overwhelmed by the rush of emotion, my hands still in a tight grip on her hips.

  Her eyes go soft. “Wyatt, more.”

  I loosen my grip on her hips, and she’s instantly riding me. Faster and faster. Her beautiful breasts bouncing, her breath coming in harsh pants. I’m lost in a flood of pleasure and need. Her urgency becomes mine, and I know I can’t hang on much longer. She shouts my name as she climaxes, her body tightening around me rhythmically. I grab her hips, pump into her once more, and then I explode, pleasure spearing through me.

  She lies down on top of me, and I hold her tight, spent. She feels so good in my arms.

  A few moments later, she lifts her head. “Was I too loud?”

  I laugh. “No sex music to cover it up.”

  She smacks my chest. “I knew that was your sex playlist!”

  “Yes, you were too loud. Just like now.”

  She lowers her voice. “Do you think she heard?”

  “I’m sure she did. She can hear the mailman from a mile away.”

  Her brows knit together in confusion.

  I run a finger down her nose. “Dogs are known for their excellent hearing.”

  She narrows her eyes. “You know that’s not who I meant.”

  “My sister is sleeping, and the crew can’t make it here today with the road conditions.”

  She traces a circle on my chest. “So that means…”

  I run a hand over her silky hair. “Yes, you may pleasure me for hours.”

  She grins. “This isn’t as awkward as I thought it’d be, you know, after.”

  “That’s because I won’t let it be.” I roll her under me and kiss her, stroking her hair back from her face. God, she’s beautiful. “And if you give me any awkward trouble later, you’ll find yourself right back here. Is that what you want? ’Cause that’s what I want.”

  She smiles, and I kiss that smiling mouth. As long as we’re in bed, everything’s perfect. I hope the storm goes on for a week.

  14

  Sydney

  I’m feeling all warm and content, something I never thought I’d be around the man formerly known as Satan. If I hadn’t gotten to know him on his own turf, I don’t think I’d have stopped being furious long enough to notice the good heart hiding under his smirky demeanor. He smirks when he thinks something’s funny. And clearly he found sparring with me wildly entertaining. There was no malice in it. I just took it personally because it’s my sore spot—my family’s legacy on my shoulders, a failing restaurant, all that stuff I’m trying not to think about right now. I just want to enjoy the moment.

  I sigh and rest my head on my hand, leaning over the kitchen island, watching as he makes me breakfast. He put two Eggo waffles in the toaster, and now he’s microwaving breakfast sausage.

  He serves up my breakfast a few moments later. “Bet you didn’t know your excellent lover was also an excellent cook.”

  I fight back my impulse to jokingly say he cooks like he makes love—fast and easy. I am so bad. He really was awesome. I take a bite of waffle instead.

  He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and squeezes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that smart-ass remark you were holding back.”

  I chew and swallow. “Who, me?”

  He kisses me. “Yeah, you, my fiery she-devil.”

  “Ha! I used to secretly call you Satan.”

  He grins. “Then we’re well matched.”

  “Isn’t this cozy?” Kayla says cheerily, walking into the kitchen. She’s still wearing the faded red sweatshirt and sweatpants she slept in.

  I instantly flush. “Morning.”

  Wyatt hauls me against his side and offers me his sausage, like actually trying to feed it to me. Phallic symbol, anyone? I glare at him, and he smirks.

  Kayla is thankfully oblivious as she gets an Eggo waffle from the freezer and puts it in the toaster.

  I wrench away from him and take a delicate bite of waffle, working on looking like this is all super normal. Just the morning after having sex with your brother!

  Kayla helps herself to a glass of water before turning to me. “Guess my sweats weren’t comfortable, huh?”

  I’m wearing his oversized Princeton T-shirt and his basketball shorts. “They were a little small on me.”

  Her lips twitch. “Uh-huh.”

  I turn to Wyatt, my cheeks flushing. He swore this wouldn’t be awkward, and it feels more awkward by the minute. He pulls my head close and kisses my temple. “Doesn’t she look adorable in my stuff?” he asks Kayla over my head. “The good news is that Sydney’s in love with me, so everything’s cool.”

  I nearly choke on my own spit. I want to deny it, but he smirks, and I realize he’s just trying to lighten the mood.

  “Yup,” I say, going back to my breakfast. “Good thing too because he worships me. It’s disgustingly cute.”

  Kayla claps. “Oh, Wyatt! I’m so happy for you! After Jul—”

  “You know what?” Wyatt says, pressing a finger to his lips. “You should stay on the sofa from now on, Kayla.”

  “Ah,” she says, a knowing look in her eyes. “Got it. No problem.” She grabs her waffle with a napkin and gets her glass of water. “Sounds like I’ll be seeing a lot more of you, Sydney.” She smiles and turns to go.

  “Set your alarm for seven a.m. sharp,” Wyatt calls after her. “I don’t want you downstairs alone when the crew gets to work.”

  She stiffens and turns back. “I’m sure it’s fine.” She turns on her heel and walks off to the sofa room.

  “Was that an agreement?” he calls after her.

  No response.

  “Why?” I ask him.

  He keeps his eyes locked on where she just left for the sofa room. “Because Kayla’s in a vulnerable state, and I don’t want her to deal with unwanted attention from strange men.”

  “Are they creeps?” I ask.

  He scowls. “They’re fine. Just not for Kayla.”

  “What’s wrong, Beelzebub?” I ask.

  He cracks a smile and pulls me close, nuzzling into my neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear, bringing a shiver. “Nothing.”

  I pull back to look at him. “Is it a problem that your grown-ass siste
r doesn’t want you telling her when to wake up and that she has to hide upstairs while the crew’s here?”

  “Can you believe it? Normally she’d be hanging upstairs in my room anyway, so what’s the difference?”

  “Hmm, what could it be? She doesn’t like being bossed by her big brother?”

  His gaze drops to my mouth, and he brushes his thumb over my lower lip, pressing on it. Next thing I know, we’re kissing, breakfast forgotten. He lifts me by the waist and sets me on top of the island.

  He pushes my legs wider and pulls me close so we’re all lined up. Heat pools between my legs. His hands slip under my T-shirt, running up my sides. “You’re addicting.”

  A hot shiver races through me. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Then I kiss him again. The pull is too strong.

  “Forgot my vitamin!” Kayla sings as she walks in.

  I jerk back, startled.

  Wyatt doesn’t move, his hands resting on my sides very close to my breasts. I push them down, and he holds me by the hips instead. “Did you really, runt?” he says over my shoulder to Kayla. “Or are you pissed at me for telling you to steer clear of the crew?”

  “I’m sure if I made even a peep of irritation, you’d come running,” she returns, getting a vitamin from the cabinet.

  He frowns. “It’s for your own protection. Emotional and otherwise.”

  She rolls her eyes, muttering under her breath as she walks away, “Not like I have any interest in guys right now, geez.”

  Wyatt turns and yells after her, “They have interest in you!”

  “Little heavy-handed there,” I say.

  He shakes his head, lowering his voice. “She’s a mess right now. Plus she’s a virgin.”

  I shove his chest. “No! She told you that?”

  “Yeah, she tells me all kinds of stuff I don’t want to hear. She’s waiting for marriage as our mom told her to.”

  “How old is she?”

  “Twenty-four.”