Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Uncle Brooks, I’m thirsty,” Blakely calls out.
I point at her. “I’ve got you covered.” She smiles a smile that melts my heart. Grabbing my towel from one of the lounge chairs, I dry off and wrap it around my waist, much like Palmer did, and casually head inside. I take my time when all I want to do is run to her. As soon as I reach the door, Jade is there.
“Hey, Brooks.” She waves.
“Hey. It’s a good thing you’re going out there,” I tell her. “Orrin already threatened Palmer not to steal all of your time.”
She grins and shakes her head. “He’s ridiculous.”
“Nah, he’s just in love.” Her face pinks, and it’s cute as hell, but that’s not the blush I want to see. I close the door behind her and go off in search of Palmer.
I hear the water running in the bathroom, so I post up outside the door waiting for her to exit. When she does, she gasps, and her hand covers her heart.
“You scared me.”
I take a step toward her. “I’m sorry.” I push her wet hair back off her face and take another step closer. “Do you know how hard it is to watch you out there? Laughing and having fun with my brothers, and know that I can’t touch you?”
“No one said you couldn’t join us, Brooks.”
“You’re right. But we agreed to keep this a secret.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
I lean in close, pressing a kiss just below her ear. She shivers, and goose bumps break out across her skin. I want to trace them with my tongue. “I know what your lips taste like when they’re pressed to mine. I know what your pussy feels like when you’re losing control. I know what it’s like to have your legs locked around my head, and last, I know how it feels when you take my cock deep down your throat. I can’t just pretend to play with you out there and not touch you the way I want to touch you.”
She whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my cock. “I want to pull you in my arms and feel your skin next to mine.” My lips move, trailing kisses down her neck. When I lift my head, her eyes are heated, and she’s rubbing her thighs together. “Tell me what you need, Palmer.”
“You can’t just come in here and corner me in this dark hallway and say those kinds of things.”
“Are you aching?” I ask softly.
“You know that I am.”
“Can I help you?”
“I’d be pissed if you didn’t. That’s what this arrangement is for, right?” she asks.
I hate and love that statement all at once. I hate that it’s an arrangement at all. I love that I’m the one who gets to fix this for her. “While we’re doing this, it’s just us.”
“I thought that was a given.”
“Just making sure.”
“Brooks.” My name is a whispered plea.
She’s holding the towel that was once around her waist, and I’m suddenly thankful for mine. It’s helping to contain my cock. Sliding my hand beneath the wet strands of her hair, I grip her neck and bring her lips to mine. Her familiar taste hits me in the chest and causes my already racing heart to pound double time.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers as I use my index finger to trace down her jaw, the long slender length of her neck, and down to the valley of her breasts. Her bikini top slides from her skin easily and allows me to tweak her already hard nipple.
Continuing my trek, I glide my hands over her belly, and when I reach her bikini bottoms, I slip my finger beneath the waistband and trace the skin beneath.
“You’re teasing me.”
“I’m enjoying you. There’s a difference.”
“Can you enjoy me a little lower?”
A chuckle breaks free from my lips. “Ask, and you shall receive, beautiful,” I whisper before claiming her lips with my own. She meets me stroke for stroke, and when I slide my entire hand into her bikini bottoms, she bites down on my bottom lip, which only drives me crazier.
When my fingers slip through her folds, I groan into her mouth at the feeling of her wetness coating my fingers. My thumb lightly presses against her clit, causing her to dig her fingers into my biceps, her nails biting at my skin. Knowing that’s going to leave a mark that I won’t be able to explain, I advise her to move them. “My hair, baby. I won’t be able to explain the marks on my arms.”
“That’s what you get for teasing me,” she huffs but moves her hands to my hair. “You said you would make this ache go away.”
“I wanted to take my time with you.”
“We don’t have time, Brooks. Someone could find us. Please.” She’s begging me, and it’s hot as fuck.