It’s after seven o’clock when Brea and Lissa pull up outside of Dean’s house. As much as I’ve been looking forward to having Brannon visit, my body physically aches to have Brea near me. I feel like I just got her back.
The nice part about Dean and Seth’s house is it’s out in the middle of nowhere. As much as I like living in the city, coming out here reminds me a lot of being home.
My eyes track Brea as she climbs out of the driver’s seat toward where I stand with Graham and Brannon.
“Damn.” I hear Brannon grunt next to me. “Please tell me the redhead is not yours.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his appreciation of Lissa. You’d have to be blind not to see how beautiful Lissa is. She’s all long legs and red hair, with a spitfire mouth to match.
“No, the brunette beauty next to her is mine. The redhead is Lissa, her best friend. I’m sorry to break it to ya, man, but she’s already spoken for,” I say, leaving him standing here as I saunter toward Brea. I can’t wait any longer. As soon as she spots me, her eyes gleam. The smile on her face nearly knocks me on my ass.
“Hey.” I smile, wrapping my arms around her. She melds into my body easily.
“Hi,” she purrs.
“Before you maul my best friend, don’t you think you should be a gentleman and introduce me to your friend?” Lissa asks over my shoulder, but I don’t even bother to move much less turn around. “Where are your manners?”
See what I mean?
“I missed you,” I whisper, ignoring Lissa, pressing my lips where her neck and shoulder meet.
I feel her body relax beneath my touch as I take a deep breath, inhaling the strawberry scent of her shampoo. Stepping back, I slide my hand into hers.
I want to laugh when I turn and see the annoyed look on Lissa’s face as she stands there with her arms crossed in front of her, waiting.
“Since when have you ever needed help starting a conversation?” I ask with a wink, earning me an eye roll.
“It’s okay, darlin’, I have no problem introducing myself. My name’s Kyle Brannon,” he says, winking at her as he reaches to shake her hand. Lissa slides her hand in his as Brannon raises it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. We all watch in bated breath as Lissa’s eyes widen before she snatches her hand away, rubbing the back over the denim of her jeans. Brea’s shoulders shake with laughter as Graham smothers his smile behind his clenched fist.
“I have a boyfriend,” she retorts.
“I know, firecracker,” Brannon says as she turns and sashays to the backyard. Brannon’s eyes track her movement as she goes, wearing the biggest grin on his face.
“Yeah, Brannon, you shouldn’t have done that.” I laugh, running my hand along Brea’s shoulder.
“Something tells me I’ll have a lot of fun convincing her it was an innocent gesture.” He smiles, holding his hand against his heart. “I just wanted her to know not all of us have piss poor manners.”
“You must be Brea,” he says, holding his hand out to her.
“Don’t even think about it,” I threaten, which earns me a laugh of my own.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Brea. It’s great to finally meet you. Anyone who can tame the wild Mason Reid has my admiration,” he says, winking at me.
“Shut the fuck up,” I chide, pushing him on his shoulder as Brannon and Graham both laugh. “Yeah, laugh it up, fuckers.”
With Brea’s hand in mine, we follow along behind Lissa, finding Dean and Seth firing up the grill. They had started cooking not too long ago and by the way my stomach growls at the smell, the food is almost done.
Stepping onto the backyard patio, I let Brea walk in front of me as we take the stairs. Lissa is seated at the table with a bottle of beer in her hand.
“She even drinks beer,” Brannon mumbles, running his hand over his chest. “A woman after my own heart.”
“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Brea jokes back as Brannon chuckles.
We all sit at the table and eat. Brannon takes a seat next to Lissa, which has her rolling her eyes but I don’t miss the small smile lining her mouth.
We sit relaxed and talk about how things have been going. Brannon shares with us some of the work he’s been doing back home. Brannon was good friends with Callum and I growing up. He was a grade between us so he had made friends with Callum’s friends, including Callum’s best friend Wes. Wes and Brannon have been talking about going into business together, expanding the Motorsports Shop. This is something Brannon has been into since we were just kids, so it’s great to hear their vision for where they want to take things.
Once we have all finished eating, we decide to light a fire. Dean and Seth are getting the shit together to set off fireworks. It’s illegal in Illinois, but that’s one of the perks about being out here in the middle of nowhere. There’s no one around to call in and complain.
Spreading the blanket on the grass, I sit and pat the seat next to me, holding my hand out toward Brea.
“I’m cold,” she says, running her hands along her forearms. The temperature has dropped since the sun has long since gone down. The heat from the bonfire next to us is not doing enough to warm us up.
“I’ll keep you warm.” I wink, standing, lifting the blanket up from the ground with me.
Taking a seat, I hold the blanket up for her to sit in front of me and say, “C’mere.”
She comes to me easily, her back pressed against my chest as I pull the blanket over us.
No one is paying us any attention. Looking around the fire, I watch as Brannon and Graham shoot the shit with each other. The smile on Graham’s face is one I haven’t seen in a long time, and I know he’s happy to have another familiar face from Arbor Creek here with us. Lissa’s on the other side of Graham, curled up in the lawn chair with a blanket wrapped around her, texting on her phone.
Brea runs her fingers up and down my arm as she leans her head on my shoulder.
“Mm,” I moan, leaning in close to Brea’s neck. “I could get used to this.”
Twisting her head toward me, she lifts her mouth up to mine and I don’t hesitate. As soon as our mouths connect, I hear her whimper. Swallowing her cries, I open my mouth and my tongue meets hers.
“Get a room, will ya. Some of us don’t want to see that,” Brannon jokes.
I separate from Brea, pressing my forehead against hers, whispering a low, “asshole.” That earns me a smile.
“If you don’t want to see it, don’t look,” I retort, raising my hand from beneath the blanket to flip him off.
Brannon gives me the finger before turning his conversation about the four-wheeler he recently bought back to Graham.
I skate my fingers along the edge of Brea’s shirt. As soon as they meet her creamy smooth skin, I feel her body tremble beneath me.
Pressing my palm against Brea’s stomach, my hand raises higher fingering the edge of her bra. The blanket is pulled up beneath her neck, hiding the way my fingertips peruse her body.
As soon as my hand cups her breast, I let my finger pluck her pert nipple peeking through the thin material. The sudden inhale of breath is loud enough that if anyone were paying attention, they would’ve easily heard her.
I run my nose against the column of her neck and whisper in her ear, “Did that feel good?”
I feel her whimper again as I murmur a quiet “shh” in her ear.
Pulling the material of her bra beneath her breast, I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger. Angling her head back, she presses her mouth close to my ear.
“Mason,” she moans. “That feels so good.”
I feel her the rise and fall of her chest beneath the palm of my hand.
“You have to keep quiet or I’m going to take you out of here,” I mutter. I’ll be damned if I let anyone hear her cries, but at this point I don’t want to get up and move us.
“Please,” she whispers and I don’t waste any time finding out what she means as I pull her shirt down, covering her stomach.
“Stand up, baby.” Her body trembles beneath me as she moves to stand. “C’mon.”
I see the smirk on Brannon’s face. “Where are you two going?”
Lissa’s head peeks up from her cell phone for the first time in twenty minutes. “Don’t tell me you’re going for a walk to your little secret hideout.” Mention of the last time we were here has my mind filtering back to the way Brea rode me.
“She’s cold. We’re going to go grab some more blankets. We’ll be right back.”
I don’t wait another second for their replies as I grab Brea’s hand and pull her along behind me, up the patio stairs, and through the sliding glass door.
The only thing I care about is getting her into a room with a lock so we can be alone for a few minutes. The bathroom is located just off the kitchen by the pantry. I turn my head to look at Brea and I see the smile that takes over her face when our destination dawns on her.
“This isn’t how I wanted our first time since I got you back to go, but I can’t fuckin’ wait.”
“It’s okay…” she whispers, although there is no one within earshot to hear her. “Hurry!”
Pulling her into the bathroom, I flick on the light before I slam the door behind us. Clenching my hands around her hips, I pick her up and press her against the wooden door.
My mouth is on hers in an instant, and all I can think about is more. More of her lips, more of her touch, more of her body against mine.
Grasping around her thighs, I place her so she’s sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink. Brea doesn’t leave an inch between us as her arms fold around my neck, bringing me closer to her.
Running my hands up her thighs, I finger the edge of her denim shorts, and her stomach clenches beneath my touch. Unhooking the button, I slowly ease the zipper down before slipping my hand in her underwear.
As soon as my finger meets her wet clit, I bite down on my bottom lip to smother my groan.
“Brea,” I breathe out.
“Please. Don’t stop,” she whimpers.
I’m too far gone now, past the point of rational thought. All that pushes me forward is need. Raw need.
The tips of my fingers skim along the line of her lips before I rub small circles over her tight bud. I slip my finger inside her wet heat, causing my whole body to tense. My cock is like a steel rod, fighting to break free.
I slide my finger out before adding a second as I lean in close to Brea.
“Tell me how much you like my fingers,” I command, earning me another moan.
Easing my fingers out of her wet pussy, I move my hand toward her breast once again. Rubbing my soaked fingers over her nipple, I hear her mutter out a quiet “fuck” as her body shutters with need.
She presses her hand against my aching cock, rubbing it up and down through the denim of my jeans. The friction is making it hard to concentrate.
Taking a step away from her, I let out a low groan when I see the look of desire on her face. “Ease up and lean back, baby,” I say, grabbing the edge of her denim shorts and her underwear, sliding them down her legs.
She does exactly as I say, leaning against the mirror. I watch as she widens her legs, placing both of her feet on the countertop, leaving her middle on display.
“God damn,” I grunt, pressing my thumb against her swollen clit. Her head rolls to the side as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as I lean forward, gliding the tip of my tongue along her pussy, holding her legs apart as she squirms beneath my touch.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I groan. “I fucking missed you so much.”
“Mason, I need you. I want to feel you inside of me. Please.”
I unzip my pants and slide them off my hips. Reaching back, I grab my wallet and slip out the condom I stored in there after our last time. Tossing my wallet next to her, I use my teeth to tear open the wrapper and quickly slide the condom down my hard length.
Wrapping my hand around her thighs, I pull her closer to me. Rubbing the head of my cock through her wet folds, I line up my dick with her center before pressing in deeper.
With each inch, I feel the weight on my chest lessen feeling closer to her.
“So fucking perfect,” I grunt, holding her hips and bending my head to meet her lips. As soon as I’m pressed to the hilt, I ease my way out before slamming home.
“Holy shit,” I grit as Brea’s head rolls back. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“So good,” she sighs as I feel her body shake.
The only sounds that fill the small bathroom are from our heavy breathing mixed in with the loud slapping of our skin with each thrust.
“Take off your shirt,” I urge.
Her body quivers with need, but she does what I ask, ripping the cotton material over her head and tossing it into the sink next to her. I keep a steady pace, never taking my eyes off her with each punishing thrust.
Sliding my hand along the lace of her bra, I pull the cup down beneath her breast. “You look so fucking beautiful.” The sight of her tan smooth skin and her puckered nipple drive me wild. With one pluck of her nipple, I feel her body quiver as I pick up the pace. With one, two more thrusts I follow her over the edge, suppressing her moan with my mouth.
I don’t move, enjoying the way her pussy twitches, clenching around me through the aftershocks of her release. With my hand pressed against her face, I pull her closer as her arms envelop my neck.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before. What are you doing to me, Brea?” I ask, kissing her forcefully before tilting back to meet her eyes. “You’re going to fucking ruin me.”