“No more embarrassing conversation please,” he begs and wraps me up in his arms, “and you will refrain from talking about me naked around my family.”
I smirk. “I promise…Mickey.”
Chuckling follows from behind us and when Michael’s eyes narrow, I know he’s going to pay me back for that last comment.
50
Michael
“Mickey,” she laughs smacking my ass as I carry her over my shoulder to the barn.
“I love your family and I can’t believe you’ve carried me out of the house like this. What if you’d given them a view of my panties?”
“I kept my hand on your bottom, so no chance of that.” I lightly smack the bottom in question and nearly stumble when she shoves her hand into the back of my jeans.
Her fingers tickle over my skin heating my blood to boiling point. She’d already turned me on in the kitchen. Her teasing with my family and then talking about me naked did it.
Striding into the barn, I slip my hand under her dress and stroke the soft skin of her bottom. The panties she’s wearing are so skimpy they hardly cover her, which I take advantage of by slipping a finger under the material. When I find her ready and wet, my dick jerks hard behind my zipper.
Growling, I put her in front of me and turn her. “Climb,” I hiss between clenched teeth.
She wiggles her ass and starts to climb, which is when I realize my mistake as I glance upwards. “Fuck.”
She giggles. “Are you looking up my dress, Michael McKenzie?”
I quickly follow her up the ladders. “I just might be, Brooke Jordan.”
She giggles as I topple her over in the hay barn. I crawl up her and settle my groin between her legs, rubbing as I cup her face.
“So, how many girls have you brought up here?” She raises a brow, waiting.
I cringe and stay silent.
Brooke laughs. “It’s like that, is it?”
Groaning, I bury my face into her neck and start pressing kisses along her neck and down to her collarbone. I nuzzle her breasts through her dress becoming impatient for skin.
“High school was the last time I had anyone up here,” I confess. “Now, I need skin.” I sit back on my knees and yank her dress up, shoving her bra up her chest to get at her breasts, and then I pounce.
My mouth alternates between her gorgeous breasts, the nipples I swirl with my tongue until they’re as hard as my dick. Brooke’s hand slips between us. She presses it hard against me, causing my breath to catch and my flesh to jerk. Brooke quickly opens my jeans and when I jump into her waiting hand, my eyes cross.
“I need you now…Right now, Michael.”
She tugs my cock toward her entrance and I’m sure I’m going to be coming all over her yellow panties any second. Then her other hand slips to her folds and shoves the material hiding her pussy from my gaze out of the way.
Feeling my release gathering in my balls, I thrust all the way inside her. My legs tremble as she clamps so tightly around my cock. I hold her hips down and grind against her, the tendons in my neck strain as I arch up, my release rushing through me, and I finally spill inside her. The minute I do, she grips my sides and bathes my cock in her release. Her core ripples along my flesh, bringing me out in goose bumps, and with one last jerk, I collapse on top of her, my head dropping to a breast.
“I love you, Brooke,” I groan into her flesh.
I feel her startle under me and I wince. Slowly forcing my head up, I admit, “I didn’t plan on blurting those words out after I’d just gotten off, but they’re true. I do love you. I love your smile. I love your scent. I love your body, and God, I just love you.”
She stays silent and then, after she trails a hand from my ass to my shoulders, she cups my jaw. “I fell in love with you back on Santorini. That’s why I’m here with you because I’m not prepared to give you up.”
I grin. “Thank God.”
After a few more minutes, I slip free and kneel between her thighs. Wincing, I admit, “Well, I had some finesse up here, huh? We didn’t even remove any clothing.”
“It was hot and I think we need to do it again sometime.”