Page 77 of Decidedly Off Limits
“Given you were killed off during your one shot at the show, point taken.” Jillian flashed her husband an adoring smile, then blew him a kiss.
“Showtime.” Kelsey nodded toward the house as Erin and Holly walk down the front steps, smiling. “God, I hope this works,” she muttered, then opened the car door and slid from the back seat.
She hugged Erin and Holly. Jillian, Matt, and I joined her as Darren stepped out of the house. Kelsey moved closer to Matt and lovingly wrapped her arm around his waist.
Lucky bastard.
“So, here he is. My boyfriend. Matt.” Her cheeks reddened and she chewed on her lip. The lip I longed to taste but had to wait a few more hours before I could do just that.
She introduced him to Erin, Holly, and Darren, then I introduced them to my “girlfriend.” I could tell from the way Erin looked Jillian over that Jillian had already scored points with my sister. She was wearing a simple sundress and had a low maintenance look about her, much like my sister and Kelsey. Her long blond hair was pulled back in a messy bun. But as pretty as she was, she still wasn’t Kelsey.
I wrapped an arm around Jillian, and had a whole new level of respect for Robert De Niro. Shit, why did acting have to be so tough? It took everything in me not to glance at Kelsey and give away how I felt about her.
Once the introductions were finished, we entered the house and Erin showed us around.
“This is Kelsey and Matt’s room.” Erin opened the door and we followed her inside.
The large picturesque window overlooked the local vineyard and its breathtaking view. The room was designed with a mix of mahogany furniture, latte-colored walls, and floral bedding. A forest-green wingback chair sat near the corner—and thoughts of what Kelsey and I could do in the chair and on the four-poster bed left me all shades of excited.
“Wow,” Kelsey said. “This is gorgeous.”
“The bathroom’s down the hallway.” Erin pointed in the direction we had to go to get to it. “Holly’s room is across from this one. And Trent and Jillian, you’re next door.”
I let out a relieved breath that Matt and I didn’t have to go too far to get to the rooms we were supposed to be in—and to the women we were supposed to be with.
Jillian and I followed Erin down the hall to what was supposed to be our room. “Darren and I are staying in the room at the end of the hallway.” She pointed out the bathroom, which was sandwiched between her room and Holly’s. “We have the en-suite. There’s also a bathroom with a shower on the main level.”
Erin showed us our room, then left us alone so we could unpack before dinner. I stepped onto the balcony, which had the same view as Kelsey’s. Unfortunately her room didn’t share the same balcony. That would’ve made things easier when it came to sneaking around.
I checked the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. “Don’t go anywhere,” I told Jillian before leaving the room.
Matt and Kelsey were chatting when I entered their room, her suitcase open on the bed, filled with her stuff and mine. “She’s waiting for you,” was all I said. Matt slapped me on the back and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I locked the door and crooked my finger, summoning Kelsey over to me. She was instantly in my arms and my lips didn’t waste time. They explored her sweet-smelling neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth. My hand cupped her equally sweet ass and I pressed her against my cock, which had come to life the moment I’d stepped into the room and saw her.
I crouched slightly, running my hands down the backs of her thighs, and lifted her. Her legs went instantly around my hips and she rubbed her seam against my straining length. I groaned against her lips and walked to the bed.
I lowered her onto the mattress. Her sundress had bunched around her hips when I’d picked her up. I left it that way and enjoyed for a second the view of her lacy, light pink underwear. Then I leaned over her and said hotly against her ear, “There’s nothing I want more than to eat you, but that’s gonna have to wait.” I ran my fingers along her seam, applying enough pressure to cause her to arch her back.
She whimpered. I grinned.
“Tell me, Kels, how wet are you?”
“Very wet.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. My cock hardened that much more. “Just for you, Trent. Only for you.”
I groaned against her jaw. “Christ, you’re killing me.” I slipped my finger past the elastic and stroked her slick lips. “I want you so fucking bad. I always want you so fucking bad.”
“And that’s exactly what I want. You fucking me.” A campfire could’ve been started by the amount of heat in her voice.
“Soon. But in the meantime”—I hooked my fingers on the waistband of her panties—“you won’t need these for dinner.” I slid them down her legs and tossed them somewhere on the floor.
I guided her legs apart. “Let me see my favorite pussy, Kels. I need something to think about during dinner.” Screw dinner. I wanted to feast on her now.
And then I wanted to fuck her long and hard.
I admired her slick heat for a moment, then brushed my thumb roughly against her core. She bucked at my touch. “You’re so beautiful,” I told her, and with a shocking amount of self-restraint, I gently brought her legs back together.
I helped her off the bed and kissed her, white-hot desire burning in my veins. In the back of my head, I was vaguely aware of a soft knock at the door but ignored it. I had everything I needed and wanted right now in my arms. Nothing else was important.