Summer Breeze Kisses

by Addison Moore

  Her thigh rubs over mine, and my dick perks to life.

  Crap. If she keeps this up, the only one acting around here will be her. Scarlett is pulling me in, reeling me into her heart with those crimson locks and that pirate smile. I’m glad she seems genuinely happy for Duncan even if he is ending up with her psychotic sister. I’m glad she’s over her ex because I don’t want her pining over him. Deep down, I want her pining over me.

  The idea hits me like a bus.

  Holy crap.

  My gaze drifts to hers, and I swallow hard at this Irish princess that’s swooped in and stolen my heart.

  “I’ve really fallen for you.” My face lights up with heat when I say it. I’m not sure why I said it out loud, despite the fact this is exactly what I promised I would do tonight.

  “What?” Her chest rises and falls as a slight look of panic takes over.

  The music relaxes to an easier pace, and an entire herd of couples drift to the dance floor.

  “Batter Bits”—Bradley stands and plucks his daughter out of her seat—“why don’t you and I indulge in a little father-daughter dance? I’d like to have a few words with you.”

  “Same,” Mom strums the word out without the slightest bit of amusement over my most recent confession. I’m betting her newfound rage has to do with the fact she realizes how heartfelt my last sentiment was. I had always suspected my mother would see through our act, but now that there’s no acting involved, at least on my end, she’s in full panic mode.

  I hold my mother at an arm’s length as we follow Scarlett and her father to the dance floor.

  “Why do you insist on doing this to me?” Her eyes beg me to stop whatever the hell I’m up to. And, in the mother of all ironies, I could have never predicted, there’s no way I can get off this redheaded crazy train.

  “I’m not doing anything to you.” I glance to Scarlett, who seems to be having an equally animated discussion with her father, and I want nothing more than to head over, take her in my arms, and make her mine in every single way. For whatever reason, the girl I couldn’t quite stand months ago has come to make me feel like I’m on top of the world when I’m with her. “Can I ask you something? How does Bradley make you feel?”

  “Excuse me?” Her entire body shakes with irritation. The lines around her eyes struggle to cut into her delicate skin, fighting the Botox, the army of expensive serums she and my father once argued over. My parents had the power to make even the most insignificant detail the most newsworthy, war-worthy event. But that was after their fall. Prior to that, there was no wrong, no fault, no error they could find in one another. I suppose that’s where the real heartache lies, in the abrupt betrayal of it all.

  “You heard me right. How does he make you feel?” I glance over to Bradley. He’s tall and stately, dapper, too, all of which I suppose captured my mother’s eye. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, he seems like a pretty decent person.

  “I don’t know—great, free, and easy. I feel lighter, younger, happier in general around him. I can’t stop thinking about him when we’re not together, and, when we are, it never feels like enough. Honestly, half of the time I can’t breathe when he’s not close by.”

  My gaze drifts to Scarlett, and I meet up with her lighter than air spring-green eyes, that whiskey smile twisting on her lips that begs to tell of the secret the two of us hold. But something is shifting in me. I’m not playing games anymore. I’m done. I’m all in. Whatever this is between Scarlett and me has tilted on its axis, and all of the things we’re pretending to have, I want the chance to make them real. I excuse myself and drift from my mother, stepping over to Scarlett just as she lands in my arms.

  “Did you mean what you said back there?” Her lips quiver as she asks the question. The lights from above enwreathe her, and Scarlett glows like an otherworldly being, far too beautiful to ever be human.

  The words narrow in my throat, and I can’t seem to get out exactly how I feel, so I offer up a silent nod instead.

  “I—” Words struggle to dislodge from her as well, and she shakes her head, unable to get a single one out.

  My finger lands over her lips, our eyes never breaking our stare. A part of me is afraid I won’t want to hear what she’s about to say. I’ve never been big on rejection. Instead, I offer a peaceable smile as I bow down closer. My lids hood over as the room melts away in a blur.

  Scarlett jumps up on her toes, her red lips part like candy, and I can’t hold back another damn minute. I do the only thing I can do—close my eyes and crash my mouth to hers.

  A hard moan emits from her throat, and I swallow it down. Scarlett Kent’s lips adhere to mine. Her mouth opens just enough as she feeds me her tongue.

  I pull her in with a marked aggression, and she hikes up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Scarlett and I go at it, kissing one another as if an all-out war broke out in our mouths—as if this were the very last kiss humankind would ever experience. I’ve never been so far gone, so pulled out of reality than I am now, and I’m not interested in going back. Her moans increase as she claws at my chest, at my arms in an effort to climb me. I press her body to mine as whatever this is between us blossoms into something animalistic in nature.

  A strong tug pulls me back from behind, and I open my eyes to find Scarlett being pried away by her father. Someone spins me around, and I catch Lawson Kent’s fist in my jaw as the world around me begins to wobble in and out of existence. Lawson backs up and ramps up that baseball mitt of a fist once again, this time aiming for my eye.

  Nope, reality isn’t at all where I want to be right now.

  Mad About You

  Scarlett

  There are very few moments in life that have the power to capture and freeze time, to impress themselves as both the best experience and best memory at the very same time. For me, that kiss Rex and I shared was it. I will never forget how alive I felt when he touched me with his lips. And when his tongue mingled with mine, my entire body shook as if a nuclear explosion went off in every single cell in my body. Nope, I will never forget that blessed-by-God magic. I will also never forget the fact my father is currently holding me back as if breaking up a street fight.

  “Lawson!” I scream at my brother as he throws his fist into Rex’s poor face, time and time again.

  Knox jumps my brother from behind, and soon my father is caught up in the brawl. Bodies fly, limbs flail, and just as quick as it started, it ends in a quiet hush as all parties cease at once.

  Security shows up in droves, escorting Rex and Lawson to the exit, and the rest of our party follows them out.

  “Good Lord!” Lynette cries into the warm night as she delicately presses her palm to Rex’s face. “He’s bruising!” she barks it out with enough enthusiastic fervor for one to assume she meant hemorrhaging. She looks to Lawson and snarls a moment before regaining her stoic composure. “But I don’t blame you, sweetheart. Rex and Scarlett have been asking for trouble all night long.”

  “What?” I hop to Rex’s side now that his own mother is siding with the enemy, even if the enemy is my own brother. “Rex and I are in love.” I wince when I say it, considering we’ve hardly rounded first base, both emotionally and physically. “You can’t just freak out whenever we decide to show a public display of affection.”

  “Yes,” Rex agrees, interlacing our fingers once again. “I’m going to hold her hand. We’re bound to kiss again.” Rex offers a quick squeeze as if reassuring me privately of this fact, and my insides explode with heat. I’d be more than happy to offer Rex Toberman’s tongue a home for the night—for display purposes, of course.

  My body slaps with heat from head to toe, because let’s face it, I’m in this for far more than just public displays of affection. Rex has made me feel things no other boy has even come close to. And now, there’s a nagging ache deep in my gut that says what started as an act is about to blossom into the real deal, at least on my part.

  “Don’t kiss her around me.” Lawson
’s chest heaves as if he were ready to initiate World War Three again.

  “Or me.” Dad offers an apologetic shrug to Rex. “I get it. You’re smitten, but for the sake of the family, would the two of you mind toning it down a bit? You went off like a dog in heat, Rex. This is the country club for cripes’ sake.” He takes a step toward me. “Batter Bits, are you okay? Did he leave bite wounds?”

  “Bite wounds? Dog in heat?” Lynette’s eyebrow does its best to wriggle free from the Botox prison she’s imprisoned her flesh in. “I beg to differ. I saw the whole thing. Your little Batter Bits practically threw herself on Rexy, and he simply did what he does best—caught a falling object. She’s the one who jumped his bones, as the kids would say. It was her legs wrapped around my poor, sweet son. And no thanks to your wild brood, he’s nursing a black eye.” Her hands float to Rex’s cheek once again.

  “Lynette!” Dad balks, and just like that, the two of them go at it.

  Rex and I exchange guilt-riddled grins.

  “Excuse me.” Sabrina shuttles me off all the way to valet parking. “I knew this was all a ruse!” she snipes in my face so fast her spittle lands in my eye.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I touch the corner of my lid with my pinkie in an effort to blink away my sister’s physical disdain. She always was a spitter. I’m sure Duncan has long since discovered this little bit of salivary trivia. I hope he’s geared up for a lifetime of verbal sprayings. Not only will he have to listen to her bull, he’ll have to wipe it from his face.

  “You and Rex.” She shakes her head as if pitying me, and that alone is the single greatest dislike of mine in the world. Sabrina has made feeling sorry for me a sport, and I loathe that more than I loathe that boob-baring dress she’s wearing. “You’re faking this to drive Dad and Lynette apart.” She glances over her shoulder as the two of them continue to riot in one another’s faces. “And I hope you’re satisfied. It looks as if you’ve gotten your wish.” She clucks her tongue. “And to think that man actually had a modicum of happiness in his life for a moment. Face it, Scar Scar. You just aren’t happy unless everyone is as miserable as you. I thought you were better than that. Honestly, I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

  “What?” I shriek so loud all faces turn in our direction. “I’m afraid that’s you, Sabrina. You’re the one who tries to control everything and everyone.” Rex comes over and stands shoulder to shoulder with me, and I like it. I like the camaraderie. I simply like Rex. “What were you thinking when you swooped in and began hitting on Duncan while we were still dating? Yes, that’s right. He outted you before you ever made him yours. He wondered why my airheaded sister was always touching him under the table, sending him inappropriate suggestive texts, and accidentally on purpose landing her lips over his! Yes, he called you an airhead among other things that I’m too much of a lady to repeat. I bet he’s uttered those things to your face, and you just misinterpreted them as dirty talk. You had no regard for me at the time, just like you have no regard accusing me of doing such a vile thing to our father. You pretended to be more than my sister. You pretended to be my friend. You had me confide in you all of the things Duncan liked, and then you altered your world to make them his reality. You were a snake in the grass, and I didn’t realize it until you took a fatal bite out of my relationship! Well, you can have him because I have someone a million times better. Someone who would never leave me for my untrustworthy sister or fall for her ridiculous schemes. What Rex and I have is real. We are in love, and we, unlike you or Duncan, will last forever.”

  I snatch Rex up by the hand, dragging him off to the parking lot as we make a break for it.

  My mind spins, just trying to keep tally of all the half-truths I just spewed. When did I become this person who lies to my family? The person who tries to hack down my father’s happiness like a six-year-old because I’m not getting my way?

  Rex and I navigate over to his truck, and he pulls me in by the waist. The country club is thankfully out of sight so we don’t have to worry about Lawson putting Rex in a chokehold from behind.

  “Are you okay?” he says it so sweetly, so genuinely I want to cry.

  “I’m fine. Are you?” I wince at his swollen jaw.

  “Better than ever.” We share a laugh at the irony. “What I said was true.” His Adam’s apple rises and dips. “I’m falling for you.”

  “So my evil plan worked.” I meant for it to come across as comical, but it sounded a bit desperate in nature, swollen from all the feelings I’m genuinely having for him.

  “You up for coming over?” He hitches his head toward the open road.

  “There’s no where else I’d rather be.”

  Rex Toberman’s rental house might be small by some standards, but it’s a castle in comparison to the thimble I’m forced to share with Daisy.

  “Has anyone told you lately that you live in a palace?” I marvel as we step inside. There’s a slight hint of lemon cleaner, and the floors gleam as if they’ve just been swept. As much as I’d love to give Rex credit for the polish that’s taken over this place, I’m betting there’s a housekeeping fairy at the other end of this glistening shine.

  “A palace of persuasion maybe.”

  “That sounds about right. I’m sure it’s the truth.” My face heats at the thought of Rex propositioning girls by the dozens. At least he left the bedroom out of it. “You want to watch something?” I clear my throat, nodding to the giant beast of a television. I mean, he did invite me over, and really? What else is there to do? That kiss comes back to me, and I’m melting all over again.

  His jaw pops as he shakes his head. There’s a thread of disappointment in his eyes. Maybe the thing he wanted to do back here was each other. I said it myself— propositions are his specialty. I’m just far too virginal to pick up on the sexual cues when I’m getting one. Rex has been around the sexual block, and I’m basically a preteen still trying on kisses for size. His fit the best, by the way.

  “I thought maybe we could talk.” Rex pulls me in, his arms wrapping effortlessly around my waist. “What happened back there?” His brows furrow as he scours my face for any traces of what could be the truth.

  My throat tightens. “I think maybe we succeeded in Operation Parental Takedown.” I bite down hard on my lip. “And I’m worried about what might happen next.”

  He gives a slight nod. “I’m feeling pretty worried myself. Honestly, I didn’t think we’d put a dent in the armor.”

  “Me neither. And now I feel like an asshole.”

  “I feel like a ten-dollar whore’s asshole.” He winces as he lobs my words from earlier in the evening back my way.

  “Another goal I set for the evening that I’m beginning to regret.”

  We share a quiet laugh, our eyes locking as my chest adheres to him. Rex Toberman is made from one solid sheet of steel.

  Rex takes a breath, and I rise and fall with his chest. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers so sweetly my stomach and knees dissolve, weak as water.

  “I think you probably should. You know, just to see if we can replicate the magic.”

  A slight smile plays on his lips, and my body burns to have him land his mouth over mine once again.

  “Did you think it was magic?”

  “More like sorcery.” My teeth graze over my bottom lip. “You have a reputation for making the girls fall for you. I’ve often wondered if there were sacrificial goats involved.”

  He thunders out a laugh as his grip secures over my waist. Each finger that presses against my flesh feels like a branding iron. For the life of me, I can’t imagine what bedding Rex would feel like. I may not have any previous experience to juxtapose in that arena, but a part of me instinctively knows that committing such a carnal act with him would be deliriously mind-bending. My heart riots in my chest at the thought, ricocheting throughout my ears and skull as if just the thought of sleeping with him could cause a cardiac malfunction.

  His nose inches close
r to mine. “Believe me, I’ve never needed a goat to get where I wanted to be, but, for you, I’d sacrifice an entire herd of livestock if I had to.” Rex comes in soft at first, his lips barely brushing over mine with a feathered touch. His chest expands in girth with his next breath as his lips crush over me, hard and demanding, as he takes full command of my mouth. Rex parts my lips, enters my mouth as if he were penetrating me with an intimacy ten times deeper than what I felt at the country club. His tongue carefully strokes over mine before committing an onslaught of an assault. My body begs to collapse from its own weight. My heart continues to pound out its death throes. A heightened state of arousal hits me right in that sweet zone, and I’m right there. Rex Toberman’s level of dedicated aggression makes that tender part of me between my thighs buzz with a carnal excitement that it has never known. If it’s possible to orgasm off one simple kiss—not that this kiss is simple in the slightest sense—then I might just break a record for multiple climaxes during a non-coital encounter. And then I lose it. My body trembles as I detonate right there in his arms.

  A part of me demands to die of embarrassment over the fact my lower half is bucking away to completion, but another part of me finds it fascinating that Rex has the power to make me come hard with no more than a kiss. Dear God, I am done. I never imagined that a boy who had so much power to frustrate me over the last year could have the power to reduce my body to pleasure-filled tremors in all the right places.

  A hard moan rips from my throat as I struggle with the buttons on his shirt. Rex helps evict it from his body, and my fingers glide over the heated granite of his chest. My hands adhere to the hard cut ridges of his abs, the width of his pecs, all the way down his bulging biceps. Rex is a work of athletic art. It’s no wonder every girl at WB venerates him. He’s earned his dues. Rex doesn’t need to relegate to sorcery to get the girls. He simply has to ditch the stitches.