“I’ve thought about it.”
I moved my hand down his abdomen and over the front of his pants where a definite bulge was forming.
“How much?” I wanted to hear him say it, but I wanted him to acknowledge that he wanted me for himself. So he’d know this was his choice as much as mine.
He stole a quick kiss, as if he couldn’t help himself. Fast as it was, I’d felt his tongue swipe across my lip. “A lot.”
My breath picked up at his admission, and the space between my legs felt suddenly drenched. I kissed him again, and this time his tongue was more dominant, sliding in next to mine. Stroking me. Tasting me.
The bulge under my palm grew bigger and more tempting, and when I cupped my hand around it, exploring the definition of his cock, he groaned.
I broke our kiss off in surprise. “Fuck, Brett. This is what you’ve been hiding all this time?” I’d tried not to think too much about his anatomy over the years, and if I had, I would never have imagined he was sporting a cock this size. Long and thick, not too big, but just on the brink.
At least, that’s what I was gathering from the feel of it. “Please, oh please, you have to let me see this monster.”
He smiled against my mouth. Kissed me again, deeper, longer. Then groaned again, and it didn’t sound like he’d groaned because I was working his cock this time—though I definitely still was—but rather it was the kind of groan that said he was still trying to think with his rational brain, and his rational brain wasn’t one hundred percent on board. “Eden, Eden, Eden,” he sighed, bringing his forehead back to mine.
“Do you want me to beg?” It was playful, but I would if he wanted me to. I was about to even if he didn’t want me to.
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
While his head was hesitating, his hands weren’t. One had made its way under my dress, and before I could start in on the pleading, his fingers had found my pussy when apparently he’d been expecting something else, because he jerked back, gathered my skirt up so he could see what was underneath, and groaned yet again. “You’ve been walking around with no panties all night? Fuck, Eden.”
It wasn’t a good time to mention they’d only been missing since Scott had taken them for a souvenir.
I couldn’t have mentioned it anyway because he dragged a finger through my pussy lips and up to my clit, and oh my God, the spark of electricity that surged through me at his touch could have lit up the Empire State Building. I didn’t even recognize the sound that escaped my throat.
“You keep it bare for him?” he asked, his voice raw.
He was thinking about Scott anyway, it appeared. That jagged pain in my ribs returned. The last person I wanted Brett to be thinking about right now was his cousin. Scott was the last person I wanted to be thinking about.
But it seemed Brett didn’t really care about the answer because he ravished my mouth with his, kissing me greedily as his hand continued to stroke my pussy.
Not to be outdone, I rubbed his cock up and down over his pants with increased pressure. He was so fucking big, and I could swear he was getting even bigger as he ground against my hand, and it scared me and delighted me to think that it was very likely that that huge cock would be inside of me before the night was over.
Scared me and delighted me not because I was worried about his size, but because the idea of Brett being inside of me like that—when he was already inside of me in so many other ways—felt so incredibly Big and Right.
As much as I’d ever chased after other men, I could honestly say at that moment that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted Brett Sebastian.
All of a sudden, he broke the kiss. His hand came off my pussy and yanked mine off his cock. He held my wrist in the air and met my gaze head on.
“I told you I’ll beg,” I said before he could say he was putting an end to this. “On my knees if you prefer.”
His green eyes went darker, if that was even possible. “Two things we need to get clear: nothing changes our friendship. Losing what we have is not worth however out-of-this-world fucking you will be, and I need you to promise that doesn’t change.”
“Never. We can handle this without letting it change anything.” I believed it as I said it, but I would have said anything for him to keep touching me. “What’s the second thing?”
He studied me, as if making sure we were really settled on the first thing before he went on to the second. Finally, he said, “The second thing is that I’m the one in charge.”
Before I knew what was happening, he had me flipped around and bent over the counter that had been behind me. My dress was pushed up around my waist, and I could feel his hot gaze on my backside.
“This ass,” he said, taking my cheeks into his hands and squeezing, “has taunted me for a decade. No one has a right to look as hot in yoga pants as you do. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve fisted myself after being dragged to one of your Ashtanga classes.”
A sharp thwack across my flesh made me gasp.
Damn. Brett could be nasty after all.
“I should spank you raw for that torture. Would you like that?” He spanked me three times fast, and if my moan wasn’t an answer in the affirmative, then surely my pussy gave me away when he kicked my feet apart so that it wasn’t just my ass on display but what was between my thighs as well.
I was dripping.
It would have been embarrassing if I wasn’t so turned on.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” It was almost a whisper, like he’d really been saying it for himself, and not for me. It was followed by the sound of his belt coming undone, then a zipper.
I turned my head to look behind me—I was dying to get a look at his monster cock—but a strong hand nudged me forward. When I complied, I was rewarded with a pair of fingers dipped into the pool between my legs.
“Did I make you that wet? Tell me it was me.” He traced the rim of my hole before dipping inside again.
“This is all you.” I was breathless and finding it difficult to get complete sentences out, but letting him know this felt urgently important. It was probably just dirty talk—incredibly hot dirty talk—but from what he’d said earlier, I couldn’t help but feel like Scott might be intruding on his thoughts, and I wasn’t interested in a threesome. “I am so turned on right now.”
His hand trailed moisture from my pussy up between my ass cheeks, and I stiffened, afraid that Brett was interested in fucking me somewhere other than where his fingers had been, which, okay, I wasn’t completely against trying that out, but with a dick that size, my wetness wasn’t going to cut it. We were going to need a shit ton of lube.
My worry was short-lived, however, when I felt the length of him slide between my ass cheeks, avoiding my entry point and giving me skin on skin. “I could get off just like this,” he said. An arm snaked around my waist, and he returned to massaging my clit. “My cock sandwiched in your ass. You, writhing beneath me. I could be decorating your backside in minutes.”
Goddammit, why did he make that sound so hot? I could probably get off just like this as well—seriously, I was a whimpering mess from his fingers’ mad skills—but I was aching for him to be inside me. When I tried to tell him, all I could manage to get out was, “Please.”