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My body flushes with heat as he buries his mouth between my legs, lapping at my clit with long leisurely passes. Pleasure races through my blood, my fingers yanking his hair.
It’s when his pierced tongue glides over my opening, I can hardly keep from falling to the ground. I’ve always loved his tongue ring, but now I’m obsessed with the way it feels when it hits my clit and my opening.
I don’t know when he did it, but he apparently at some point he stuck two fingers inside me because I can feel him massaging me, coaxing me along. “That’s it. Come on my tongue, baby.”
Clutching his hair, I squirm, responding to his every touch. He doesn’t stop and it’s maddening. To fall apart like this, in his hands, and not be able to make much noise in fear I’ll be heard.
I fall hard. So hard and so good. Best orgasm of my life, hands down.
Looking up at me, he removes his fingers and sucks on them, his eyes so dark, so focused. “Are you going to let me?”
“I’m scared,” I admit. I know what you’re thinking. I’m twenty-three and I shouldn’t be scared of sex. But this is Tiller Sawyer, and I am scared. Of more than just sex. And let’s not forget River is in the next room.
He groans, smashing his face into my center and inhales. “Pleaselet me inside.” Drawing back, he gives me the saddest look I’ve ever seen on him. Like he’s pouting. “You’ve been teasing me long enough.”
My hand touches his face as I peer down at him. “I don’t want my first time to be in a bathroom against the sink. And with River in the next room.”
He pushes away from me and stumbles to his feet. Reaching inside his shorts, he adjusts himself, giving me a full view of the monster inside his pants begging to be let loose. “Fine, but we’re talking about this again.” And then he walks out the door.
I stand there, still breathing hard but it’s his words, “We’re talking about this again,” that get me. He’s not going to let it go and while I’ve been hanging onto my virginity with him since I was fourteen and he tried to get me to have sex with him, I think nine years of waiting has finally become my breaking point. What am I holding onto? The fact that he’s been with other girls and I don’t want to be lumped in with them, or, and this is more than likely my reasoning, I don’t want him to lose interest once he’s gotten what he wants.
After the incident in the bathroom, Tiller let me and River have his bed and he slept in one of the other bedrooms down the hall. His bed isn’t exactly meant for two people. An eternal bachelor, you can imagine why that is.
When I wake up the next morning, the sun barely peeking through his dark curtains, I notice River isn’t in the bed with me.Crap. She’s probably downstairs being corrupted. Sighing, I slide out of his bed and throw on my clothes from last night and head downstairs.
In the kitchen, I find a shirtless Tiller standing at the refrigerator, with River on his shoulders.
River’s head turns when their little neighbor boy who never leaves, says, “Hey,” to me and gives me an overly cocky head nod.
Knowing he learned this from the Sawyer brothers, I smile and wonder if this kidevergoes home. He’s young, maybe nine or ten. Wouldn’t his parents be looking for him at some point?
“Good Morning,” I whisper, wishing for an entire pot of coffee. And maybe a massage. I’m so sore from moving my entire apartment. One thing’s for sure, River and I have entirely too much stuff, and I hope I never have to move her ridiculously heavy bed ever again.
Tiller turns to the side, his heated eyes drifting down my body, my skin tingling with the memory of his hands last night.
“We gonna eat,” River informs me, her hair wild and knotted. “I’m hungry.”
By the looks of Tiller, he is too, but not for food. My heart skips, a rapid beat finding a steady rhythm.
My voice is even, when I say, “I can take you to get some food.”
Roan comes around the corner, bumping his shoulder into me playfully. “I’m going to make some pancakes.”
River grins and throws her arms up in the air and launches herself into Roan’s arms. “Yay!”
After tickling her ribs, Roan sets her down, and she shuffles, barefoot and wearing an overly large dirt bike jersey into the living room where Camden is playing video games. She curls up next to him like they’re pals. When did she become part of this family? Had I worried the last few days over nothing?
It’s then I notice there’s nobody but them here. No bodies passed out on the floor, nobody laying around outside, just the Sawyer brothers and the neighbor’s kid.
My attention reverts to Tiller, who’s looking amused and hands me a cup of coffee with coconut cream creamer. He knows it’s my favorite and the fact that they have it here says a lot. I think. He did something nice for me. “Sleep well?”
Taking a deep breath of the sugary goodness, my hands circle around the cup, our fingers brushing ever so slightly. “Your bed is small.”
Blowing out a breath, he leans casually against the counter, crossing his inked arms over his chest. I try not to let my eyes wander, but it’s impossible not to. Your eyes would wander too when you saw that cut deep V peeking out from his shorts hanging low. My memory flashes with the image of him adjusting himself last night.
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” he finally says, yanking my gaze back up to his face. “You got off last night.”
What a brat. I slap my hand over his mouth, peering over my shoulder at the kids, and then back to Tiller. “Stop being so dramatic.”