by Piper Rayne
“God, yes,” he groaned.
I slid closer, my center coming to rest against the hard length in his trunks. Wiley bit his lip, his thumbs beginning to trace up and down my ribcage as I leaned into him.
“I want to feel you inside me. On top of me, beneath me. I want to see how much of you I can take in my mouth. I want to watch you lose control, and I want you to make me scream your name.” The grip on my hips was like a vise now, and I felt the iron rod beneath me stiffen further.
“Shit,” Wiley breathed, and I could see him fighting for control. He let out a strained breath and then tore his gaze from mine, glancing back toward the sliding door to the suite I shared with Archie. “Your brother—”
“Isn’t my keeper,” I told him, letting my hands wander up his chest, my fingers playing with the soft hair there, and one hand tracing up his neck, along the edge of his jaw.
“But if he looked out here,” he said, looking deliciously torn.
“He’d see me kiss you,” I said, leaning down and taking his mouth with my own.
There was no hesitation in the way he kissed me back. His hands pulled me into him, making it clear that some parts of his body were definitely not torn about what should happen next in this hot tub. My mouth opened on his and our tongues met, thrusting and sliding as our bodies aligned and I felt the sweet pressure that came from pressing my chest to his, that sense of being met, being matched.
We kissed for a long time, me sitting on Wiley’s lap out under the starry sky. His hands roamed my body and I felt like some kind of sex goddess, having seen what I wanted and claimed it. But we couldn’t have sex in the hot tub with my brother right inside. Plus, I wasn’t sure that was totally sanitary, and we’d probably want to sit in it again.
Besides, I wasn’t quite that easy. I knew Wiley wanted me, but I thought maybe he should work a little harder for it. And a niggling fear in the back of my mind told me I might not be able to walk away from a simple fling. The crush I’d had as a kid was still there, only it had very adult ideas about the kinds of relationships that were possible now that I was grown. And though I’d had some one-night stands in my day, a summer entanglement would probably only leave me sad when Wiley went back to Maryland.
Despite every cell in my body screaming at me to stay in his arms, take things to the next level, I pulled away.
Wiley released me as soon as I began to move back.
I retook my position across from him, trying not to take any pleasure in the confused and very lusty look on his face.
“That was nice,” I told him.
He grinned. “Uh, yeah. It was.”
“Maybe you’re right though.”
He looked dazed. “About what?”
“My brother. The wisdom of us getting involved that way.”
He nodded, clearly thinking about this. “Yeah,” he said. “I just got here. And we have all summer.” Disappointment washed through me. What had I wanted him to say?
“Right. No need to rush things.”
“Of course,” he said, though his face was saying something else. He stood and climbed out of the hot tub, and my eyes glued themselves to his perfect body as he wrapped a towel around his hips.
I pressed the button to stop the bubbles and climbed out too, grabbing a towel and drying myself off, feeling awkward beside him.
“So the way I see it,” he said slowly, like he was figuring things out as he spoke. “Either we put this off, both of us wondering what it might be like all summer and maybe me going back to Maryland never having found out what you taste like.”
A shiver went through me at that.
“Or,” he said, drawing the word out. “You can show me around that yurt we were looking at earlier.”
I’d never have imagined that the hottest proposition I’d ever get would include the word ‘yurt,’ but there it was.
“Yurt,” I confirmed.
“Meet you there?” He asked.
“Ten minutes,” I said.
We went back inside, and Wiley let himself out as everything in me jumped and skittered in anticipation. I rinsed off quickly and then pulled on a soft sundress, not bothering to put anything under it. I let my hair down to fall over my shoulders in waves, and swiped the tiniest bit of gloss over my lips. Then I pulled a few condoms out of the bottom drawer in the bathroom and let myself out of the suite to meet Wiley.
Chapter Seven
Wiley
I sprinted through the shower in my room, hopefully standing still long enough to rinse the chlorine from my skin. But I was too turned on to really focus on the task.
Kissing Aubrey was like . . . well, I didn’t know what it was like. But after four years of engagement and almost eight years of dating Amberlynn before that, it was unlike anything I could remember.
I didn’t want to compare them. I loved Amberlynn, and I’d never cheated on her or given her any reason to doubt my devotion. But it had been a long time since that sizzling heat had danced in the air between us, and I wasn’t sure it had ever been anything like the frenzy inside me when Aubrey had slid onto my lap, those blue eyes meeting mine. Not to mention her lips.
We’d made out like teenagers in the hot water, and my body was coming to life as if it had been in hibernation until now.
I wasn’t going to consider questions of right or wrong. My innate loyalty to my hometown and the people I loved there weren’t part of this. I was a free man, I reminded myself. And Aubrey was a willing adult woman. The only person besides her that I should probably have been thinking about as I pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt was Archie. And that was pretty simple, really. I didn’t want to.
The hallway outside our rooms was dark, as was the first floor of the hotel, something I imagined wouldn’t be the case when there were real guests staying here, but I could understand the desire to save on electricity for now. Still, the enormous lobby was murky, and I actually got turned around for a few minutes before finding my way outside.
The moon was high and full, and now that my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness, I found the trail behind the hotel easily, the worn earth bright against the darker ground around it. I moved quickly, some innate part of me acknowledging that I was a relatively defenseless human wandering alone in a place where predators probably roamed at night. I knew there would be mountain lions here, and possibly bears, and for a moment I found myself worrying about Aubrey. We should have come out together instead of meeting at the yurt. I hadn’t thought about it because, hell, I’d been here less than twenty-four hours.
But as I turned the last bend in the trail, I was greeted but a soft golden glow coming from one of the big domed tents, and Aubrey stood in the doorway. The light from behind her accentuated her figure, and she’d put on some kind of flowy little dress, leaving her athletic legs exposed. Desire shot through me again and I picked up my pace, practically sprinting the last few feet onto the deck.
Aubrey smiled at me, her blue eyes glowing in the low light on the deck. “Hi,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me through the entrance.
“Hi,” I managed, practically struck dumb by the way her hair fell in long waves over her shoulders, the way her pretty plump lips shone.
Her smile faded a bit, almost making her look shy, and that sent me over the edge. I tugged her hand toward me, sliding my other hand into that glorious hair and pulling her mouth toward mine. She must have pressed up onto her toes, because the pressure increased as our tongues teased and tangled, and then she pulled away. “We should close the door.”
I let her go reluctantly, but my earlier thoughts of lions was enough to fuel my patience as I watched her pull the door flap shut and secure the big zipper around its perimeter.
“Come here,” I said, when she turned and stood in front of the door, looking at me with what seemed like equal parts desire and uncertainty.
Her eyes dropped to the floor and she crossed the space to where I stood in front of the huge plush bed, and with ever
y step, my desire for her increased. She was the perfect mix of sexy and shy, self-sufficient and soft. My body responded to her so completely it was almost painful to watch her approach—that was how badly I needed to touch her.
Still, she was my buddy’s little sister, and I’d hold myself back and let her guide us. There was no way I’d end tonight worrying that I might have taken advantage, or pushed her in a way she didn’t want to go.
She stopped before me, her long lashes fluttering as she looked up at me, that sexy smile back on her lips. “Did you know I had a crush on you when we lived in Maryland?”
For some reason, that set fire coursing through my body. “Did you?”
She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck. She was at least a foot shorter than I was, so I bent down to make it easier for her, and when my hands found her waist, she jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I know you can’t say the same,” she went on, her lips ghosting over mine and her breath warm and minty as she spoke. “I was just a kid.”
“If I’d known you were going to end up this ridiculously hot woman, I would have,” I told her, cringing a bit at the implication that I would have been hot for a twelve-year old. Words. Still not my strong suit. “I don’t mean—” I began.
“I know what you mean,” she assured me, her tongue finding a hot path from below my ear to my jaw. “It’s okay.”
I turned and braced one knee on the bed before me, sinking down slowly until Aubrey was beneath me, her mouth finally on mine. A low groan filled the air, and I realized it was coming from me—one of Aubrey’s hands had found my throbbing erection and was rubbing along the front of my jeans between us.
I slid a hand up the smooth skin of her leg as my mouth left hers, moving to taste the silky skin of her throat. As my fingers slid higher and higher, it was Aubrey’s turn to groan, and the sound ratcheted my desire up another notch.
When my fingers found her perfect round ass uncovered by any kind of panties, I knew I was a goner.
“No underwear?” I asked, my mouth trailing along her collarbone.
“No time,” she said, her hands pulling at the hem of my T-shirt. I lifted my body from hers, allowing her to pull the shirt over my head, and then returned to the delightful curves I was exploring with my hands and my mouth.
Her hands slid over my skin, her nails leaving little trails of fire across my back.
I kissed the skin in the low V of the dress, and then lifted myself away from her, both to slide the dress up over her head and to admire the treasure beneath me. “Wow,” I heard myself say. Again. Words. Christ.
“Wow yourself,” she said, grinning up at me.
Her body was amazing—tight and firm, and muscular, like a gymnast’s. She was compact and small, but I’d already seen the power contained in this small vessel. “You’re incredible, Aubrey,” I told her.
A deep blush climbed into her cheeks and she dropped my eyes.
“You don’t believe it,” I guessed. I shook my head. “How can a woman be as incredible as you are, and have any doubts?”
“I’ve never been that girl,” she said simply.
“You’re definitely that girl to me,” I told her, dropping my head and sliding down her tight little body to kiss her navel, and finally, to let my tongue trace through the wetness at her center.
“Oh God,” she moaned, breathy and deep.
I kissed and sucked, adding my fingers to the equation, beginning to learn Aubrey’s body. I paid attention to what she liked, and what didn’t seem to do anything for her, changing pressure and tempo as her moans suggested I should. When she let go, surprise coloring her soft moans of pleasure, I felt like I’d won some kind of sexual Olympics.
I kissed my way back up her torso, taking time to admire and kiss each small breast before taking her lips with mine again.
“I have a condom,” she said. “My dress . . .”
It seemed I wasn’t the only one struggling with words for a change.
I stepped off the bed to retrieve her dress and took the opportunity to pull off my jeans and briefs. My erection bobbed in front of me, as if asking when it might be getting in on this action.
“Wow.” Aubrey said from where she’d sat up on the bed.
I grinned at her. “Thanks.” I wasn’t the kind of guy who lived by the size of his dick, but it was still nice to win a lady’s approval.
I moved to where she sat on the bed, placing my knees on either side of her legs. When she turned her gaze up to meet my eyes, I let my hands sink into all that soft brown hair and met her lips with mine again. Her hands, however, wrapped themselves around my cock and I thought I might lose it right there.
She rubbed and stroked, her fingers playing lightly over my skin, then tugging my balls gently and tracing lines across parts of me that were begging for more. I’d laid the condom on the edge of the bed, and I paused my assault on her lips to watch her rip it open and then roll it slowly over my aching erection.
“I want to feel all of you,” she told me.
I was not going to argue.
She laid back and I braced myself above her on my elbows, nearly losing my mind as my tip found the hot inviting pulse of her entrance. And then slowly, inch by devastating inch, I slid into the hottest, wettest, tightest space I’d ever known. She was a small woman, but she took every last bit of me inside her, and I had a fleeting thought that it was like coming home, though I knew that didn’t make sense.
I held still for a long moment, just letting the intense feelings roll through me, and then I began to slide slowly out, returning home over and over again as the intensity built between us.
Aubrey’s eyes had slipped closed, and her mouth was opened in a beautiful little “o” as her hands gripped my back, pulling me ever closer.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered, and I could feel the shaking spasm beginning inside her. “Wiley,” she breathed. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come for me,” I encouraged her. “I’ll be right behind you.”
And that was how it happened—Aubrey’s moans and the tight grip her body had on my dick set me flying over the edge, and I lost myself in the perfect girl below me, the perfect connection we shared.
Chapter Eight
Aubrey
Lest you get the wrong idea, I should assure you that I’m not that kind of girl—the easy type. But I am the type who thinks that if I want something, I should go for it. And I’d never wanted a guy as much as I wanted Wiley Blanchard.
And having him?
It was better than anything I could have imagined.
Our bodies, despite our disparate heights, fit together perfectly, and he might have been the first man who could completely satisfy me. Women didn’t go around measuring themselves by their channel length or anything, but I suspected mine was pretty big, not that I’d had a lot of experience in that department. I’d been with two other men, and neither had filled me enough to make me feel complete.
Or maybe it was less about Wiley’s size and more about who he was.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, as Wiley’s big body covered mine. Twinkle lights glowed around the top of the yurt around us, and the night outside hummed with the sounds of the wilderness. But most of my attention was right here, with the man I knew I would fall in love with if I wasn’t careful.
“Well put,” Wiley said, kissing me again. He slid to one side, and his big hand came up to push my hair out of my face as he peered into my eyes. His thumb came up to stroke my cheek, and something about the way he was holding me, looking at me, made my chest warm.
We lay together until the light began to come up outside, at one point climbing beneath the exquisite sheets and blankets and snuggling together once I’d shut the lights off. But when dawn began to break, I figured we’d better head back inside.
“We need to do some laundry,” Wiley pointed out as he dressed again.
“We can take care of it today,” I assured him. I’d figure out how to d
o it so Archie wouldn’t get suspicious.
We walked together back to the hulking old hotel, our hands linked and my heart feeling strangely full.
“See you later,” Wiley said, as we kissed again in the hallway outside my door.
“See you—”
“There you are!” Archie’s voice boomed as he thundered down the hallway toward us.
I looked around, my brain taking a moment to catch up. He wasn’t in our room. He wasn’t asleep.
“Uh, morning,” I said, stepping away from Wiley as if that would make it less obvious what we’d been up to.
“One night, huh, Blanchard? You didn’t last one night around my sister.” His words were angry, but his expression wasn’t.
“You mad?” I asked, feeling very much like the little sister in that moment.
“You’re adults,” he said.
Wiley blew out a long breath and wrapped a big hand around the back of his neck, his eyes dropping. I sensed he was searching for words. “Jasper,” he began finally. “I feel like I should apologize or something, but I don’t think I can.”
“No?” Archie asked, looking a little confused.
“No. Look,” he said, taking my hand again. “I know Aubrey is your sister. And I know my own situation here is . . . well, temporary probably. And that most guys wouldn’t want their sister involved with someone who’d just ended a long relationship.”
My brother was nodding, but I was hanging on Wiley’s every word.
“The thing is,” he said, pausing again. “Well, I think there’s something here.” He motioned between us. “I’m not one of those guys, the kind that takes advantage just because he can. And I don’t have one-night stands or run around. It’s just not me.”
“What do you mean ‘something’?” I asked, unable to help myself.
Wiley turned to me, his eyes meeting mine and then dropping to the ground. “I know we’ve had one night. And that’s nothing to base anything on probably, and maybe I’m not a good judge of this kind of stuff. But I like you. A lot. And I have this feeling. I mean . . . if I’m here all summer, maybe we have time to see what this is?”
