Page 16 of 3rd and 4 (Season of Change #3)

I was not prepared for this week. I went to a big high school in Florida where spring break is a lifestyle not just a vacation.

But nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for Homecoming week.

The university goes ALL out to celebrate.

Alumni are everywhere. Each day there’s something new.

And my brother and parents have been here for it all.

They’ve experienced the same culture shock as me since they arrived four days ago.

When they got here on Sunday evening, there was a showdown that Wyatt Earp and the residents of the OK Coral would envy…

but then Dad and Brad fell under Addy’s spell and they’ve been besties since.

I won’t say I lost respect for the men in my life, but I’m realizing that Mom and I might be the more cutthroat members of the family, must get it from Pappy.

Of course, that was before Mom started doting on Addy and totally forgetting I exist.

I’m a lone wolf now.

Edee, Ty, and Eva have hung out with us a few times, usually at mealtimes.

But Lyndell has stolen my mom’s heart. She and Addy’s mom have been stealthily trying to win his favor all week.

If one more person slips him something sugary, Ty is going to lose his shit. And it will be funny as hell to watch.

Mr. and Mrs. Addelsbach arrived Tuesday. His Uncle Hal, his aunt, and cousin Elyria arrived yesterday. Needless to say, finding a table big enough for all of us is growing more difficult by the day.

But my heart is full. Almost bursting. All my favorite people are together.

Some I’ve known my whole life, some I’m just meeting now, but every one of them is part of our story.

Addy and I wouldn’t be the people we are today without them.

We wouldn’t have found one another and that would be a travesty that doesn’t bear thinking about.

I’m so happy my family is here. I missed them something awful, however, I am looking forward to them going home so I can be alone with Addy. It’s been days and I’m gonna start twitching soon from withdrawal.

Despite the crowds, the Morrow Street Jam celebration has been so much fun. All kinds of food and tasty treats. Games. Rides. Ty was in the mascot getup earlier and he rode a mechanical bull. Edee got so many pictures that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

And…don’t think I didn’t notice how cozy Brad has been with Elyria.

It would seem my brother has a thing for slightly younger super pale geeky women.

Addy mumbles under his breath for the 400 th time.

Over his little snit, I grab his hand and drag him over to my brother while Elyria heads to the bathroom.

“Hey,” I greet Brad, though his eyes never leave Elyria’s retreating form, making me smirk.

“Hey, little sister,” he says absently, then shifts his focus to Addy, the fire breathing dragon next to me. “Man who is defiling my little sister.”

Addy snorts, and I’m surprised a puff of smoke doesn’t escape.

“How’s it going, man who is sniffing around my cousin who lives thousands of miles away and has a fragile heart that if broken I will hunt you down and bury your dead body under endangered plants so you can never be dug up!

” Wow. That was intense. And a little hot.

My brother looks at Addy unimpressed and certainly not scared. “You can just call me Brad.”

Smiling, I look up at Brad and wait for him to meet my eyes. “If you aren’t serious, start sniffing elsewhere. He and I are solid and forever and I won’t have you making family get-togethers awkward.”

Brad rubs the back of his neck and looks shy.

Aw! He likes her a lot. “Understood.” Addy and Brad stare one another down, before Addy dips his chin curtly once and then takes me by the hand, leading me to the concert set up.

Some college garage band plays on the main stage, and they aren’t half bad.

I lean my elbows on the fence, a chill shooting up my spine when Addy curls behind me.

The music fades away with his heat, his hands roaming up under his sweatshirt I’m wearing.

He's so close. When he trails his fingers up my back under the oversized sweatshirt, I glance back questioningly over my shoulder. He smirks down at me, then whispers, “Trust me.” I nod immediately, knowing he would never let anything happen to me. I suck in a harsh breath when his hands snake up my chest to tease my nipples through my bra. I might sound like a hussy, but the threat of being caught only makes my nipples harder, painfully peaked and aching for his touch. He doesn’t disappoint, tugging the tips, trapping them between his fingers and squeezing.

My back arches naturally, pleasure arcing from my nipples to my clit, until I’m rubbing my ass shamelessly against his trapped throbbing erection.

My stomach dips when one hand traces down into my shorts to play with my wet clit.

His groan is pure animal, raw and broken.

“You like this, don’t you, Itty Bitty? Anyone could look over and see us.

See your man bring you to climax with just his fingers.

” He cups my entire pussy with his palm.

“Fucking drenched. This is mine, isn’t it?

” I nod, holding back a whimper. He shifts his hand and dips two fingers into my opening, teasing the muscle, before pushing in hard and curling.

His fingertips touch something inside of me and I go off.

He threads the hand on my tits up through the neck hole of the sweatshirt to muffle my screams.

Tremors wrack my body, his hold on my pussy keeps me upright. He pushes my hair aside and sucks on the thin skin of my throat. “That was fucking beautiful. I miss you so much, Itty Bitty.”

“I miss you, too. Miss how you touch me. What you make me feel.” I chuckle when he whines pathetically and rests his forehead on my shoulder. “Are you pouting?”

“Yes.” Addy withdraws his hands and turns me around to face him. With exaggerated enjoyment, he licks his fingers clean. His eyes promise more as soon as we’re able.

I love homecoming week!