Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“But we can’t do that,” I bite out, the anger for the situation, not her.
“So we won’t do that, but we can do this.” She pulls my wrist and I release her hair. I’m guided down to her perky tit over her dress.
“This feels fucking perfect,” I growl against her lips. Tugging at the top of her dress, I expose her breasts to me. “This feels even better.” I cup her sweet tit and then rub my thumb over her hardened nipple. “This kept me going all those weeks without you. The image of this little nipple between my teeth.” I pull slightly away and take in the beautiful sight. Her cheeks are flushed and her nostrils flare as she greedily drinks me in. I love that her brown, glossy hair is messy from where I’d been gripping her. I like her messy for me. “I may not be able to fuck you, baby, but I can suck on these until you can’t take it anymore.”
“It’ll never be enough,” she cries out when I pinch her.
No, it won’t be.
“It’s all we have, heathen.”
“Then let’s take it while we can.”
I bend over and bring my mouth to her tit. The nipple is peaked, desperate for attention. Flicking my tongue out, I run it across the bud and taste her. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”
She whimpers and tugs at my hair. “More.”
I chuckle and pull away, regarding her wickedly. “We have all night. But first…” I nod my head toward the cake box. “We have some cake, Heather.”
An unladylike snort escapes her. “Ugh, fine. Cake first. Teeth later.” She pulls her dress back up over her breasts, but my cock doesn’t get the memo that we’ve changed plans.
“You’ll be the death of me,” I groan.
“You won’t get away from me that easy, big brother.”
Rylie
The cake is delicious despite it having someone else’s name on it. Him going through the effort to get me the cake is much sweeter than the dessert itself. Hudson is back, our aunt and uncle are gone, and we’re free to just be. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had, even if we did have to use plastic utensils because Aunt Becky locked up all the knives before she left.
Once we’ve eaten our fill on cake and turned all the lights back off, we head upstairs. Hudson grabs his backpack along the way. My nerves are frayed. I just want him so bad that I can barely focus. When we reach my room, he sets his bag on the bed and unzips it.
“Change into something cozy. We’re going to watch movies,” he tells me as he digs around in the bag.
I huff in frustration. “Maybe I don’t want to watch movies.”
“Careful, birthday girl,” he growls, his green eyes blazing as he looks over his shoulder at me. “I don’t want to have to spank you.”
“Ha-ha,” I deadpan.
He laughs. “There’s no rush, heathen. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”
My shoulders relax when he goes back on his hunt. This feels familiar. Watching movies with my brother. I walk over to my dresser and rummage until I find an oversized T-shirt I’d stolen from Hudson back in his high school days. It’s gigantic and has holes all in it, but Hale is emblazoned across the back and I love it.
I slip into the bathroom to freshen up and make sure I look okay. My eyes seem lighter and glisten with happiness. I’m unfamiliar with the eyes staring back at me. I like these eyes, though. I’d love to see more of them. Reaching behind me, I unzip the dress and let it fall to the floor. My nipple is still red from where he nipped at it. I want him to bite me everywhere.
The burn on my ribs from my new tattoo isn’t nearly as bad as I’d expected. His handwriting is permanently etched on my flesh and it’s beautiful. I can’t wait until I can take the bandages off to properly look at it. The fact he has a matching one makes my heart sing.
We can’t have that. Sex. The final step in uniting two people who are in love.
But we can have this.
Us.
Three quarters of a whole, but still more satisfying and fulfilling than anything I could ever hope to have. Kisses and touches and love in secret, even without consummating said love with the act of sex, are enough. More than I could have ever dreamed of having months ago.
I pull on the worn T-shirt and messily tie my hair up in a top bun. When I come out of the bathroom, Hudson’s giant body is sprawled out on my bed. He’s wearing a pair of old sweatpants that sit low on his hips, accentuating the way his lower abdomen muscles veer down into a perfect V shape. Because he works out so much for baseball, his stomach seems to be carved from stone. Perfect and tanned. His pecs are sculpted and it makes me thirsty for a lick of his nipples too. Between his pecs is a smattering of dark hair that’s slightly darker than what’s on his head and matches perfectly with the trail that starts below his naval and dips under the waistband of his sweats. The bandage on his side makes my heart patter in my chest.