by Lila Kane
My breath lodged in my throat at his words, and then he was following through on his promise while I writhed in delicious torment on the blanket in front of the fire.
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CHAPTER FOUR
B rett wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to touch and taste every single part of my body. He started with my mouth, his tongue trailing across my lower lip while his hand danced across my shoulders and down to my breasts.
He squeezed one, teasing the nipple with his thumb before following up with his tongue. He flicked it expertly across the pert peak, making my back arch, and then used his teeth. Just a nip had me gasping, had a bolt of lightning shooting straight to my pussy.
“Brett, please…”
His hand tightened around my wrists, holding me captive. “I’m not finished yet.”
But when he moved lower, mouth tracing a line from my chest to my navel, he finally released me. This time, his hands gripped my thighs, pulling them apart to expose my sex. He skimmed a finger over the lips, and I could feel how wet I was.
His mouth curved in a smile. “You want me.”
“I’ve wanted you forever.”
His fingers tightened on my legs, just before he dipped his head in between them. It drove me crazy seeing his dark hair between my legs, and even crazier when his tongue dipped into my wetness. He licked all the way up to my clit and then swirled his tongue against me. I cried out, hands clenching on the blanket before I drove them into his hair. I held him to my center the same way he had with me.
He stroked me with his tongue, almost leisurely, until the pressure built, until I was so hot I could barely stop myself from coming. I spread my legs wider, longing for him to be inside me. But then his lips locked on my clit, sucking the small bud there and driving me over the edge.
My hands fisted in his hair, back arching off the blanket. A storm of pleasure rolled through me, followed by aftershocks. One after another as Brett continued to torment me with his tongue.
“I can’t,” I gasped, shaking my head.
He rose onto his knees and crawled between my legs. He leaned over me, eyes dancing with desire in the firelight, and kissed me long and deep while his dick slid along my moistened entrance. It hit my clit, making me gasp again, before he pushed inside of me.
I spread my legs wider, urging him to go in as deep as possible, to completely fill me. He stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched before, and I moaned at the feeling.
“Fuck,” Brett said. “You feel so good.”
I rocked my hips upward, loving the feel of his body against mine. His cock inside of me. Every part of me connected with him. Like we were one.
“I’ve never felt anyone as good as you.” His eyes locked on mine. “As right as you.”
His words touched me more than anything else could have. I’d loved Brett for as long as I could remember, and never thought I’d have a moment like this. Now, not only were we joined together in front of the fire, inside and out, but I discover this was what he’d been wanting all along as well.
Neither of us needed to say anything else. Brett started rocking his hips, swiveling them against mine, his dick touching me in all the right places. Making my body quiver. He bowed down, nipping my breast with his teeth.
I grabbed his ass, urging him to go deeper. Faster. Harder.
His eyes blazed with longing, locking on mine as my body rose in a frenzy.
“Brett, yes—please—”
The moment he looked down, staring at our joined bodies and the wetness of my arousal shining on his cock, I lost it. My body screamed in pleasure, my limbs tensing and my cunt squeezing him enough to have him groaning. He pumped a few more times before his body shuddered against mine. He squeezed me in his arms as the orgasm hit both of us over and over, our bodies in the same erotic rhythm.
His dick twitched inside me one more time before he released a breath and collapsed on top of me. “God, Evie…”
I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting to end the moment. Wanting nothing more than to spend the night in his arms, by the fire, knowing he was mine.
Brett levered himself off of me, pulling out and taking away his warmth. I made a noise of disapproval, but he only lay on his back and stretched his arm out for me to cuddle up next to him. I was deliciously sore and tired, even though my body still thrummed with adrenalin and my heartbeat hadn’t slowed down.
I could picture days and nights like this, cuddled next to Brett, able to show him how I’d been feeling this whole time. But I had no idea if Brett felt the same way. If he still wanted to keep this quiet from my family.
Before I could say anything, I yawned. The day’s emotions were finally catching up with me.
Brett brushed my hair from my cheek. “You’re tired.”
“No, I’m not.”
He chuckled. “You are. I’m going to make sure the fire is out before we go up.”
“But…”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“I want to stay down here with you.”
“It’ll be warmer upstairs in bed. And in case the power doesn’t come back on, I’ll be close by in case you need something.”
“Close by?”
He touched my cheek again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to sleep in my room. That’s not—”
“Yes, I do. I want to be with you, Brett.” I sat up, my hair falling in tangles over my shoulders. But right now, I didn’t care. I’d held back my feelings for so long. I needed to let him know. “I never said anything before—never thought you could feel the same for me as I feel for you. But I wish I would have said something, and done something, before today.”
“Me too.”
I licked my lips. “That’s not all.”
He sat up as well, reaching out to touch my leg. “What else?”
Here goes nothing. “I love you.”
His eyes searched mine, and for one horrifying moment, I thought he was trying to come up with an excuse—some reason he didn’t have to repeat the sentiment.
Then he stood abruptly and pointed. “Stay there.”
My heart in my throat, part of me hoping and part of me worrying, I watched as he made sure the fire was out. Then he turned on the flashlight and handed it to me when I stood. He blew out the candles quickly and then scooped me in his arms.
“Brett!”
“Keep the flashlight in front of us so I can see.”
“But—”
“Flashlight,” he said.
He carried me like I weighed nothing, hiking up the stairs and then bypassing my room to go for his. I shone the flashlight on his bed and he set me there gently before taking the flashlight from me and setting it aside.
“Evie,” he said.
I sat in the middle of his bed, lost and uncertain, until he joined me. Until he took both of my hands in his own and said, “I love you too.”
My heart swelled, and all I could think to do was kiss him. Kiss him like I’d never kissed anyone before. After all, Brett wasn’t just anyone. He was the love of my life.
“I’m sorry I never told you before,” Brett said, thumbs brushing my cheeks. “I should have said something sooner, too. I should have told you that you’re the only one for me.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, kissing him again. “It was worth the wait.”
Brett pulled back the covers and climbed underneath. I snuggled up next to him and set my head on his chest. I had questions and concerns, but mostly…mostly I didn’t want this day to end. I might wake up tomorrow and find it was all a dream.
But Brett kept rubbing his fingers on my arm until I couldn’t stay awake anymore.
The last thing I heard him say before I drifted off was, “Evie, I love you.”
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CHAPTER FIVE
W hen I woke, I opened my eyes lazily, expecting to see Brett next to me. None one was there. I lifted onto my elbow, and then spotted him coming in the door wearing a pair of swe
ats.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I thought…” I frowned. “Never mind.”
He climbed onto the bed with me. “Lay on your stomach.”
I did as he asked, but felt disoriented. Once I was on my stomach, Brett climbed onto my thighs, careful not to exert too much pressure, and started massaging my shoulders.
“You thought I changed my mind, didn’t you?” Brett asked.
When I didn’t respond, he leaned in, lips touching my ear.
“I didn’t change my mind. I love you, Evie.”
“Get off.”
He straightened. “What?”
“Get off of me so I can hug you.”
With a chuckle, Brett got off my legs. I turned around, completely naked, and wrapped my arms around him.
“The power went back on,” Brett murmured in my ear. “I was just shutting off the lights downstairs.”
“Is it still snowing?”
“Not anymore. Looks like they might have the road open again by later today.”
I frowned. “I don’t want everyone else to come.”
He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips until I opened my mouth. “It’s just us right now. Let’s take advantage of it.”
I couldn’t argue. My body was already throbbing with need for him. But Brett seemed to have an agenda. He crawled behind me, kissing my shoulders as he made the transition. He ran his fingers down my spine, making me shiver.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
I did what he said, so turned on I could barely wait for him to be inside of me. The bed shifted and I could tell Brett was taking off his sweats.
“I’ve been hard for you since I woke up this morning,” he said.
Then I felt it, his dick touching my ass cheek. I almost whimpered.
“Brett…”
“Almost.”
He ran his fingers along my spine again before leaning over and cupping my tits in both hands. My arms shook slightly, from anticipation and pleasure. When he squeezed my nipples, I breathed out, ready to tell him to get inside me already.
Then he ran one hand down to my pussy, cupping its warmth before sliding one finger, then two, inside of me.
“So wet, so fast,” he said.
“I want you.”
Brett circled his fingers over my clit, and my arms nearly gave out. And while I was focusing on simply not falling on my face, his dick slid inside of me, even deeper than last night. I was already about to come, panting his name, even before he started fucking me.
As if he knew this, Brett stopped touching my pussy and instead gripped my hips. He started slow at first, leisurely, sliding in and out with painstaking precision. Hitting me in all the right spots. But when I heard his breathing grow as labored as mine, I knew he was getting close.
I pressed my hips back against his, and then continued the motion, countering his thrusts. His balls hit my clit every time he shoved into me, making me go crazy.
After another thrust, his fingers tightened hard and he shoved his hips against my ass as he poured into me. I heard the catch of his breath, felt the shudder of his body. And the next moment, his fingers were on my clit again as he pumped a few more times, bringing me to my own release.
My arms collapsed beneath me and I squeezed the comforter in my fists as my whole word tilted, fireworks exploding behind my eyes. “Oh, God. Brett—”
He only squeezed harder until both of us had used up the last ounce of energy on the orgasm. After a moment, Brett pulled out of me, his cum trailing down my leg.
I lay on my stomach, content to relax while he shuffled around behind me. “What are you doing?”
“Checking my voicemails.”
I glanced over my shoulder and spotted his phone to his ear.
“It’s Jeff,” he said, smiling at me. Then his smile vanished. “They reopened the road. He’s leaving there soon.”
My heart clutched. I knew what this meant for me. That I’d have to be honest with Jeff. But he always looked out for me, wanted the best for me, and I wasn’t worried. At least not about my end of things.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” Brett said.
I followed his lead and walked to the bathroom. He started the water in the shower and nudged me in first. I couldn’t find as much pleasure in it as I should considering Brett was naked and had his soapy hands all over my body. But I was worried about what he’d say to Jeff. Or if he’d say anything at all.
Once we were out and dressed, we walked to the kitchen and Brett pulled out a skillet. “I’ll cook you breakfast. You’ve got to be hungry.”
I nodded quietly and went for the refrigerator to see what we had. I was hungry, but that hunger was mixed with worry, churning deep in my gut. “You think all this is still good?”
“Should be fine. The fridge wasn’t opened at all last night, and I think the power came back on in the middle of the night.”
I brought him eggs and bacon, and helped by making toast and pouring orange juice. When we finally sat down to eat, I was counting down the minutes until Jeff arrived. I could only finish half my breakfast, but when I stood to clear my plate, Brett caught my arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
He pulled me onto his lap, making me smile a little. “That’s better, but I know something is wrong.”
“Jeff’s going to be here soon, and this will all be over.”
“Why does it have to be over?”
I shrugged, though I knew exactly why. And so did he. “You’re really going to touch me like this when he’s around?”
“Yes.”
“Really? That simple?”
Brett gripped my chin, turning my face so I met his eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re together now. I’ll touch you when I want to touch you because you’re mine. And I’m yours. Jeff is going to have to understand that.”
My mouth opened in surprise. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck as relief trickled in. “I really love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“You’re the only one who really knows me, inside and out,” I said.
Brett nodded. “Me too.” He kissed me. “We’ll make it work.”
“We’ll make it work,” I repeated.
“Good.” Brett grinned and glanced to the window. “Because it sounds like he’s here.”
My stomach jumped but he only squeezed my hand calmly. “Why don’t you let me do the talking?”
I laughed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“It’s love, and Jeff will understand that. He has to.”
Brett was right. When I stood, he kept my hand in his own, and we both faced the door. Time to tell my brother all about the man I loved.
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EPILOGUE
TWO YEARS LATER
“Y
ou may kiss the bride.”
Brett grinned at the minister, then yanked me into his arms and kissed me like he thought he might never see me again. Finally, Jeff tapped on his arm.
“Come on, man, not in front of the parents,” he said.
But my parents couldn’t have been happier. They’d always liked Brett and now he was officially part of the family.
Brett took my hand. “Guess I can save it for the wedding night.”
Jeff groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
We walked down the aisle and off to the side of the church, where he wrapped his arms around me again as we waited for our guests to file outside.
“I don’t think I can wait until the wedding night,” Brett said. “You look beautiful.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
No, that wasn’t true. Brett was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Right now, all done up in his tuxedo and staring at me with love in his eyes, I knew I’d made the best choice ever when I’d told him how I felt that night at the cabin.
Our ceremony had been small, but beautiful. Close friends and family, in
cluding both of my brothers who had eventually gotten over the fact that their best friend was sleeping with their sister.
Next we had the reception and then the honeymoon I couldn’t wait for either.
“We could skip the reception,” Brett suggested.
“You can be patient. You were for a long time before this.”
He frowned. “Don’t remind me.”
“I’m just saying, a few more hours won’t kill you. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
His eyes lit. “That’s more like it.” Then he kissed me and said again, “You’re beautiful.”
“I thought you’d like this dress.”
“It’s not just the dress—it’s everything. Your hair, your dress, but mostly you—knowing you’re mine now. Forever.”
I leaned up to kiss him, touching his cheek at the same time. “I was always yours.”
About the Author
Lila Kane is a full-time author who thrives on steamy scenes and hot insta-love. She lives in the Rocky Mountains where the views are picturesque and inspire stories of alpha men and feisty heroines.
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