Page 22 of Making Home with You

I chuckle, stepping closer as I slide my hands down her back to her butt.Grabbing her, I hoist her up and sit her on the work bench, stepping between her legs.“Good with my hands, huh?”

“Uh huh,” she says, locking her legs around my waist and pulling me closer.

I grin, my hands sliding up to her hips as I lean in and press a kiss to her lips.“I’ve missed you,” I whisper between kisses.

“Mmmm,” she murmurs, pulling me closer.“So what you’re saying is, that’s not a gun in your pocket, Chief?”she asks.“You’re just happy to see me?”

I burst out laughing now, pulling back a little.“How long have you been waiting to use that one?”

Sarah smiles up at me, her fingers sliding into the waistband of my jeans.“Oh, pretty much since the second I discovered what it is you do in this town.”

I chuckle.“Cheeky,” I whisper, as I lean in to kiss her again.

I feel Sarah’s hands on my jeans, her fingers as they start to unbutton them.My hands slide to the waistband of her leggings, inching them down a little.

“You wanna take this inside?”I murmur against her mouth.

“Nope,” she whispers, shaking her head a little.“I want you to do me right here.”

I grin, slipping her leggings down further, Sarah shuffling around a little as she kicks off her boots.We eventually get them down her legs and as I step back between them, she finishes off my jeans, pushing them and my boxer briefs down, till they’re pooled around my ankles.

Pulling her panties to the side, I run a finger over her clit, slipping lower and teasing her a little.She squirms, her ankles hooking around my ass and pulling me even closer.Grinning against her mouth, I deepen the kiss as I slowly slide a finger inside her.

“Oh god,” she groans, her head falling back and exposing her neck.

I kiss my way along her jaw, down her neck to the base of her throat, gently sucking as I slide a second finger inside.

“Finn,” she moans, lifting her head and pulling my mouth back to hers.

“What?”I ask, teasing her as I slowly pull my fingers out and ease them back in.“You okay there, baby?”

“Ugh,” she grumbles, reaching down and grabbing my hand, moving my fingers so they are now against her clit.She grabs my dick, lining it up as her heels dig into my ass, urging me closer.

“This what you want?”I murmur, teasing her as I slowly ease the tip in.

“Yes,” she breathes out.“Fuck yes.”

I can’t stop the moan that falls from my mouth as I slowly push the rest of the way inside her.When I’m buried all the way, I stop for a second as I give her a deep kiss.Then I slowly pull back out and repeat the move all over again.

We fuck slowly, neither of upping the pace as the only sounds that echo through my workspace come from the radio and our soft moans.It doesn’t even feel that cold now, the heat that’s between us more than enough to keep us warm.

“God, you feel so good,” I groan, pushing my way inside her as my fingers slowly rub her clit.

“Finn,” she groans.“God…”

“Jesus fucking christ!”

Sarah and I immediately freeze, our eyes locked on each other as Ryan’s voice booms inside the garage.

“Fuck,” I groan, not sure whether I should pull away, exposing Sarah and everything we are currently doing or stay exactly where I am.I don’t really want to give her brother an eyeful of what’s going on here, although it’s not hard to guess given my ass is currently on display.But I also don’t exactly want my dick out and waving about for the world to see either.

“Shit,” I say again, as Sarah groans and buries her face against my neck.

“I think we’re busted,” she says, her legs tightening around me as Ryan walks into the garage, shaking his head at us.

“Do you think?”Ryan asks.“This is something I cannot unsee…or see,” he says, shaking his head.“I’ll just step outside while you…” he pauses, waving his hand at us as though he has no idea how to finish that sentence, before turning and walking out.

“Fuck, that was awkward,” I say, stepping back from Sarah and tucking my dick back in my pants.