“Right there.” She pushes her hips forward, seeking my mouth, and I’ll die right here giving it to her.
Her hands tighten and her legs tremble as she cries out my name and shudders in my arms. I can feel her pussy clench as she searches to be filled, and I slide my tongue into her opening, trying to give her what she needs. She cries out again and grinds her pussy against my face, and it’s the single greatest moment of my life.
Her orgasm tastes like we’re getting married, and now I just need to get a ring and a preacher. I might have proposed already while my mouth was between her legs, but I can’t be sure.
There’s no part of me that wants to stop, and if it wasn’t for the knock on my front door, I don’t know that I would have.
“What was that?” Gracie freezes, and I cut my eyes to the door.
“Probably my brother,” I growl as I tighten my arms around her. “Go away!” I shout, and the bastard knocks again.
“If you don’t open the door, Van, I’m coming in,” Tidas yells, and I realize in my haste to have Gracie come inside I didn’t lock the door.
Damn it, I should have put chains on it so she can’t ever leave.
“One second.” I let out a growl of frustration as I put Gracie’s panties back into place, but before I tug up her jeans, I lean forward and place a kiss on the cotton covering my most favorite treat.
“Oh god,” she moans, and her hips rock forward on their own.
“Soon,” I tell her as I button her jeans and then stand in front of her. She stares down at my crotch and I realize the front of my jeans is wet. “Shit.”
I must have cum on myself when she did, but I was too busy eating her to think about it. Glancing around, I look for something to cover it and grab my jacket hanging near the front door. My cock is still so damn hard there’s no way I could adjust it to look decent. All I want to do is get rid of Tidas and go back to kissing Gracie.
With another frustrated growl, I yank open the front door and scowl at my brother. “What?”
Chapter Seven
Gracie
Tidas’s eyes widen in shock when he sees me standing in Donovan's home. Donovan steps right into his brother’s line of sight, and it’s then I notice Donovan is a tiny bit bigger than Tidas but not by much. I also notice that Donovan has a really nice ass and that he’s covering his hard-on with a jacket. I have to fight to hold back my laugh.
“What do you want?” Donovan asks when he doesn’t respond. I guess even Tidas gets to experience his brother's grumpy side.
“I saw a car parked out front and got worried.”
“You should mind your own business,” Donovan fires back, his irritation growing by the second. It’s kind of adorable. He reminds me of a big, protective bear, and I guess that makes me the honey pot. A giggle pops from my mouth when I realize how dirty that is, and I press my thighs together. Donovan turns his head to glance back at me.
“You are my business,” Tidas says, stepping around Donovan and into the house. “Hello, Gracie, it’s nice to see you.” Tidas grins at me, his eyes full of mirth.
I wave as Donovan’s hand shoots out and grabs the front of his brother's shirt. He yanks him back toward the still open door.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” Donovan growls, and I snort another laugh. He’s so angry, but there’s no bite to his bark.
“Don’t look at her?” Tidas laughs along with me. “Do I smell pie?”
“It’s my pie. Stop fucking around.”
“I love pie.” Tidas tries to push his way back into the house, but Donovan makes a grab for him again.
“There is more than enough pie.” I rush over and touch Donovan’s arm before the two of them get into a real fight.
“It’s my pie,” Donovan grumbles as he releases his brother, only to make a grab for me. He pulls me into his giant body, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Wait a second, you deliver the mail,” Tidas says, and his grin widens. “So much shit is adding up now.”
“Watch your mouth in front of her,” Donovan growls again.
“You said ‘fuck’ two seconds ago.” Tidas throws his hands up. “You’ve really gone and lost it now.” He shakes his head, but he’s fighting a smile. “So about that pie?” Donovan lunges for his brother, who jumps backwards out of his grasp before he spins and takes off out the front door.
“I always wanted a sibling,” I admit.
Donovan is still glaring out the door at his brother's back. I think the only reason he didn’t chase after him is because he’s still got his arm wrapped around me. I reach out and push the door closed.