Too Dangerous: The Lewis Cousins, Book 5

by Bethany Lopez

  I walked to the cabin with the sounds of nature my soundtrack, and before I knew it I was bounding up the stairs and pushing the door open.

  I’d just dropped my socks and shoes on the floor when the bathroom door opened and Jasmine walked out.

  She was wearing only a towel.

  My vision blurred and the hard-on came pulsing back to life.

  Jasmine’s eyes locked on me and she froze, like a deer in the headlights.

  “I thought you were still outside,” she said quickly.

  I huffed out a breath, trying not to stare at her bare legs, or imagine what she looked like beneath the terrycloth.

  “Uhhhh,” I muttered, sounding like a brain-dead idiot, which I was, since all my brain cells were currently in my dick.

  Jasmine’s gaze turned knowing, and something amazing happened. She stood taller, confidence oozing out of her, and then she turned my world upside down.

  She smirked and dropped the towel.

  My body sprung to action before my brain knew what was happening and within seconds I was across the room with Jazzy in my arms.

  As soon as I brushed against her, she yelped and cried, “Your shorts are freezing!”

  “Sorry,” I said, letting her go so I could shove the offending wet shorts off and kick them to the side, before gathering her back into my arms.

  My skin was still chilled from the water, but was quickly heating up due to close proximity to Jazzy’s naked form.

  Her lips were pliant beneath mine and her hands were everywhere … my hair, my back, caressing my ass. My hands were happy just holding her close. I feared if I moved them from the small of her back, things would escalate way too quickly.

  “Bed,” Jazzy ordered against my lips, then put her hands on my chest and shoved.

  Guess shit’s escalating, I thought as I fell back on to the bed.

  I quickly scooted back until my entire body was on the bed, my eyes never straying from the gorgeous view in front of me.

  Jesus.

  She reached behind her and took out whatever contraption had been holding her hair up, and all of her glorious red locks came spilling down, falling over her shoulders and down her back.

  She was a goddess. A siren. And I was a completely willing captive.

  Jasmine crawled onto the bed and swung her leg over, straddling me, then proceeded to tease me by rubbing her lips, tits, and hair all over my skin. I clutched the bedspread, looked at the ceiling, and started counting sheep again, trying to give her time to do as much exploring as she wanted, without losing control.

  Then, she licked my cock.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed of their own volition.

  There was no way I’d maintain my control if she kept going down that road.

  “Wait … stop,” I said, pushing up so I was sitting.

  Jasmine sat up, her face red with embarrassment.

  Jasmine

  Oh my God, he told me to stop. Am I pushing too hard?

  Embarrassment coursed through me and I was about to leap off the bed and run away to hide when Shane’s hand came to my face, stopping me.

  “I just meant we need to slow down if I have any chance of lasting more than two minutes,” Shane explained, and my horror unfurled.

  “Sorry, I got carried away,” I said softly, leaning into his touch.

  “Never apologize for that,” he said with a grin. “I love it. Just, this … our first time, I want to be able to go the distance. We can go fast next time.”

  “Next time?” I asked, not having a thought further ahead than this moment.

  “God, I fuckin’ hope there’s a next time.”

  Not wanting to delve into that right then, I decided to put an end to the talking and leaned forward to kiss Shane’s jaw.

  I’d always been attracted to that spot. So strong and masculine.

  Before I could really move any further, I was flipped onto my back, and Shane took over.

  His started on my neck, which was a good choice. I loved to have my neck kissed, sucked, nuzzled … whatever. It was all a turn-on to me.

  I tilted my head, giving him access. His hand came to my breast while his lips worshiped my neck, and I couldn’t hold back my moan when he pinched my hardened nipple playfully. Not wanting to be a lazy participant, I moved my hands over his shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of his smooth skin over bunched muscles.

  Shane began to move and I tilted my head to watch as his blond head moved to my breasts. He sucked my nipple between his lips, wasting no time as his hand traveled south and found the strip of red hair.

  I opened my legs wider, eager to feel his touch, and was rewarded with a soft nip on my nipple and the feel of his fingers starting to explore my folds.

  One hand delved into his soft locks, while the other reached above me to hold onto the bed frame. Shane slid one finger inside and groaned against my chest.

  He lifted his head to look at me, his eyes cobalt with passion, as he moved his finger in me.

  “I love how fucking wet your pussy is,” Shane said, his voice low and deep with desire.

  His words shot through me like a dart of desire, and my vision faded as he added another finger.

  His lips kissed their way down my stomach and over my curls, then he paused between my legs, eyes still on mine and grinned sexily.

  “Hey,” I tried to protest, but my voice was weak. “How come you get to go there, but I don’t? No fair.”

  “You want to argue about fair, or do you want my mouth on your sweet cunt?” he asked, his words once again making me tremble.

  “Door number two,” I managed, unable to say the “c” word myself, even though him saying it was like some sort of sexual grenade.

  “That’s what I thought,” Shane said cockily, then, thankfully, shut the hell up and licked.

  “Yes,” I cried, loving the feel of his wet tongue and soft lips.

  Shane’s mouth and fingers worked me until I was in a veritable frenzy, bucking and thrashing on the bed like I’d never been close to having an orgasm before. When it finally hit, it ripped through me like lightning, and we rode it out until the end together.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed when I could manage to speak.

  “You got a frenchie?” he asked, and when I looked at him in confusion, he said,” A condom.”

  “Oh, yeah, Gabe usually keeps some in the bathrooms.”

  Shane looked puzzled by that, but got up and went in search of them. I was still languishing in the same place, a smile on my face, my body completely relaxed, when he rejoined me, tearing the wrapper of the condom with his teeth.

  I reached for his cock and stroked it while he finished opening it. I smiled when he paused, eyes closed, temporarily forgetting about the condom while I jacked him slowly and ran my thumb over his crown.

  “Fuck, that feels magnificent,” he groaned.

  “Here, let me,” I said, sitting up and taking the condom from him.

  I rolled it over and down his cock, then laid back on the bed and offered myself up to him.

  Shane moved between my legs so that the tip of his cock teased my entrance, then leaned over and grasped my hands.

  “Hold on, it’s about to get bumpy,” he teased, moving my arms above my head and urging me to grasp the headboard again.

  This made my back arch and my tits came closer to his face. He grabbed them with his hands and kissed each one, before moving down to grasp my hips.

  “Put your legs around my waist,” he ordered, and I complied, then he lifted my hips up and plunged inside.

  “Fuck,” Shane moaned when he was rooted inside of me. “Fucking heaven.”

  He began to move, and he was right, I needed to brace myself.

  Shane fucked me like he’d been born to do it.

  On his knees, his hands keeping me where he wanted me, while mine helped me keep steady enough to meet his thrusts.

  His face was glorious, strong, sun-kissed, an
d full of passion; he looked more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen.

  Shane shifted our bodies until my clit was getting friction with each movement of his hips. When I felt another orgasm begin to build, I bore down and matched his movements, chasing my release.

  “That’s right, baby, find it,” Shane growled, his movements getting faster and harder.

  I cried out as I came, my body clenching around him, and Shane called out my name as he fully seated himself, then began moving slowly in and out, his eyes closed.

  A few moments later, he released my hips and collapsed on the bed beside me.

  I let go of the headboard, my muscles tender from the death grip I’d held them with.

  “Holy shit,” we said in unison.

  Shane

  Fucking hell, that was the best experience of my life.

  I was dead. D-E-A-D, dead. And, I was perfectly happy to be so.

  It took all my strength, but eventually I was able to turn my head to the side to look at Jasmine’s profile.

  She was glorious. The most perfect woman on the planet.

  I felt the sudden urge to write a song, but thought it may come across strange if I jumped out of bed after perfect sex to start writing in my notebook.

  Jazzy might think I was journaling about the experience.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  Wow, we fucked the ability to hold a conversation right out of ourselves.

  “You good?” I asked.

  “Never better,” she said, smiling at the ceiling.

  “Me, too.”

  After a few minutes of utter contentment, I remembered where we were.

  “Shit, what time is it? We just kind of disappeared.”

  Jasmine sat up and grabbed her phone off of the nightstand.

  “Oh, wow, everyone is probably expecting us at dinner,” she said. “That’s why I came back. To shower and get ready. Guess I got a little distracted.”

  I was distracted right then, staring at her tits.

  I was about to make a move when she got out of the bed.

  “Don’t go,” I called, not caring that I sounded desperate.

  She turned and gave me a glorious full-frontal view.

  “Bring that cunt over here,” I told her, “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  Jasmine blushed prettily.

  “You use that word a lot.”

  “What word?” I asked, momentarily confused, then I got it. “Ah, cunt … see, us Aussies aren’t afraid of using it like you yanks are. Cunt, fuck, mate, I’d use those fifty times in one conversation back home. I’ve gotten used to holding back since I’ve been here. Guess you make me feel like home.”

  She cocked her head and looked at me curiously.

  “What other things do you say?” she asked, ignoring my last statement.

  “We can get into that later,” I said, standing and walking to her. “I’ll give you a crash course in the Australian language after dinner.”

  I pushed my hand into her hair and lowered for a kiss. Once she was swaying slightly in my arms, I released her.

  “We’d better get ready,” I said, giving her a soft tap on the bottom before moving to get dressed.

  Jasmine disappeared into the bathroom.

  Once I was dressed, I stepped out onto the porch and took a deep breath of fresh air.

  “Sounds like married life agrees with you,” I heard Reardon say wryly.

  I looked to the left to see him and Chloe walking hand and hand. Chloe’s face was slightly red when she looked up at me.

  “Stop, Rear, don’t embarrass him. It’s their honeymoon,” she said, chastising him.

  Reardon scoffed. “Shane can take it.”

  “Well, don’t embarrass Jasmine.”

  “She’s not even outside.”

  I just grinned and waved at them, not embarrassed in the least that they’d heard our lovemaking.

  In fact, it made me feel ten feet tall.

  Deciding to check on my bride, I turned and went back inside and found her lacing up her shoes.

  “Hey,” I said, with a grin.

  I just could not stop smiling.

  Jasmine looked up at me, and my smile dropped.

  “Hey,” she said softly, but her face was conveying a message I did not want to receive. “I think we should talk.”

  Shit!

  “Okay,” I replied warily.

  “This was amazing,” Jasmine said, gesturing toward the tousled bed. “And, I know I’m the one who started it, but … I have to wonder if this is a good idea.”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?” I asked, trying not to sound defensive, even though I felt pretty defensive.

  “Well, because we need things to go smoothly these next few months … For the house to go through and for you to stay in the country. What if we keep doing this and something goes wrong? I’d hate for one of us to get hurt, or angry about something, and for us to be at odds for the next five years.”

  “We’re both adults, I think we can handle it,” I argued.

  “I just value our friendship, and worry that complicating our arrangement is a mistake,” she said, not meeting my eyes.

  I wanted to ask why we had to stick to the arrangement. Why we had to have an expiration date. Why we couldn’t start living like a real married couple and give this thing a real shot.

  But I could see by Jasmine’s expression and the way she was sitting stiffly in her chair, that she wasn’t ready to hear any of those questions, and the permanence of them.

  So, instead I knelt and front of her and asked, “What if we give it the rest of our time here, see how things go? We can cross this bridge again once we get back to Cherry Springs and start settling into our new life.”

  “I don’t know … What if one of us gets too caught up?” she asked, finally meeting my eyes.

  “We won’t,” I lied, hoping like hell we’d both get caught up, and she’d be ready to hear what I wanted for our future. “We’ll just have fun. Enjoy each other.”

  Jazzy thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

  “Great,” I said, standing and helping her to her feet. “We best get to the others then. Oh, and just so you know, Chloe and Reardon heard us.”

  “Heard us what?” she asked, then brought her hands to her pink cheeks and cried, “Oh my God!”

  Jasmine

  Mortification made every step toward Gabe’s cabin feel like I was walking in quicksand.

  I couldn’t believe my cousin and my friend had heard Shane and me having sex. I wondered if anyone else had heard.

  Ugh, what if my brother heard?

  I’d wanted to stay in the cabin and hide, but Shane had practically dragged me out the door.

  Shane.

  I’d pretty much had a major freak out in the bathroom.

  Sex with Shane had been off the hook … Do people still say that? But, everything I’d told him was true. We were in a really good place.

  He was no longer flirting with every vagina around and I was no longer shooting death glares at him.

  Seriously, though, we were getting along and it looked like this idea I’d had was really going to work out great for both of us. Then I had to go and majorly complicate things by jumping him in the cabin, because I’d been all hot and bothered watching him work with his shirt off.

  The truth was, I was scared. I really wanted this arrangement to work out for both of us. To give us both what we wanted more than anything, and I didn’t want to fuck it all up because I couldn’t keep my towel on.

  “Do you think they told everyone?” I asked Shane, putting my hand on his arm to stop him from going around Gabe’s cabin to the back.

  “No, I’m sure he didn’t. I mean, why would he want to discuss his cousin’s sex life?”

  “You’re right, Reardon wouldn’t do that,” I replied, allowing him to take my hand in his as we started walking again.

  We rounded the corner to see everyone else was alread
y there. Gabe was manning the grill, talking to Rear and Dillon, and Zoey was pouring margaritas out of a pitcher for Serena, Jed, and Chloe.

  They all looked over and called out a greeting.

  Shane squeezed my hand and walked over to join the guys by the grill and I headed for the margaritas.

  “I need one of those,” I said as I took a seat next to Rena.

  Zoey grabbed a bottle of water and placed it in front of me.

  When I looked up at her with a frown, wondering why she was giving me a water, she said, “I hear you need to hydrate, then you can have a margarita.”

  My mouth dropped open as she laughed happily and I turned to glare at Chloe.

  “Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “I just had to tell them … It was impressive.”

  I dropped my head into my hands with a groan.

  “I was just messing with you,” Zoey said, and slid a margarita under my nose.

  “Thank you,” I said, my voice admittedly whiny, and took a sip. “Mmmmm, that’s fantastic.”

  “Thank you. I’m thinking I was a bartender in another life,” she said, then practically skipped away, stopping to give Gabe a kiss before taking the empty pitcher inside to refill it.

  “So, things between you and Shane are pretty hot, huh? I figured after the way you guys almost combusted outside,” Serena said, grinning over her margarita glass. “I’m so happy for you.”

  I flushed.

  I’d never been shy talking about my sex life before, especially with my Rena and our friends, but this thing with Shane felt different. More personal. Which was funny, since apparently we may as well have had a loud speaker in our cabin.

  “Thanks,” I began, but was saved from elaborating when I heard Gabe yell, “Hey, babe, can you grab the guitar while you’re in there? Shane’s gonna play for us.”

  “Did he just say Shane was going to play the guitar?” I asked.

  “Yeah, don’t you remember when Shane and Zoey sang Islands in the Stream for our shower?” Chloe asked.

  I shook my head and she frowned.

  “Oh, that’s right, you were on your business trip and didn’t get there until the end.”