I’m so goddamn grateful, I can’t help gathering her in my arms and holding her as close as I can while I pump all my territorial aggression into her sweet, receptive body.
“Fuck, Alyssa. Your pussy is something heavenly, you know that?”
Locking one arm around my shoulder, she tilts her head and starts kissing the side of my neck. “I’m rather fond of your cock, too.”
I crack a smile. “Rather fond of it, huh?”
“We’re close, personal friends,” she informs me. “I didn’t want to tell you and hurt your feelings, but it likes me more than you.”
“I don’t doubt that,” I tell her before catching her lips in a hard, ravenous kiss.
She loses her humor as she loses herself to my passion, and before long, we’re so tangled together, we might as well not be two separate people anymore.
Her slim fingers tangle in my hair as she lifts her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. Her eyes keep drifting closed as she’s swept up in the pleasure of being together. Like always, her lips are soft and sweet, and tonight they’re swollen from receiving so many of my kisses. She moans and fuels my desire more enthusiastically with every thrust. I fuck her like I’m trying to break her, even though that’s the last thing I’d ever want to do.
“Brant,” she cries, a broken little exclamation as her body strains against mine. “God, I love how it feels to have you inside me.”
I practically growl, tilting my head and hungrily kissing my way along the curve of her shoulder as I pump into her again and again. She already knows how fucking much I love being buried inside her, and I don’t have the capacity for language to express it again right now.
It’s not much longer before her cries grow more desperate, her hard breaths coming in short bursts, her fingers digging into my upper back. “Brant,” she cries out, holding on to me tight as her eyes drift shut.
She cries out with release, her already tight pussy squeezing the life out of me until I let go. Groaning with abandon, I pump into her convulsing heat a couple more times as I release myself inside her, pleasure erupting within me in a blinding, deafening burst of intensity.
With a soft, satisfied moan, Alyssa goes limp in my arms. I hold her against me, resting my head against her breast as all the strength but what it takes to hold her up drains out of my body.
Ahead of us, fireworks light up the night sky in loud, colorful bursts. Alyssa carefully shifts and settles in beside me, wrapping her arms around my midsection and looking out the windshield at the fireworks.
As soon as I get the use of my limbs back, I’ll at least roll down the window so she can hear them a little better and we can get some air circulating. I wasn’t thinking about the heat of this late June evening when I needed to have her, but now that I’ve finished, I’m aware of the stifling heat, the sweat on her soft skin that’s not just from fucking.
Not wanting her to overheat, I force myself to actually go about rolling down the window. Casually, I glance outside as I reach into my pocket for the keys, and what I see steals just about all the breath from my lungs.
My sister is standing outside between my truck and her SUV, a red and white checkered picnic blanket hanging over her arm. Her jaw is slack and her eyes are about as wide as saucers as she stares back at me.
“Oh, shit.”
Alyssa tilts her head back and looks up at me. “What’s wrong?”
I don’t have to answer, because then she follows my gaze and I hear her fearful gasp in response.
“Oh, no,” she says faintly. “What do we do?”
I don’t have the first fucking idea, but it doesn’t seem like I can just sit here and pretend I didn’t see her. Leaning my head against the back of my seat, I shift and tuck my cock away, pulling my jeans back up and buttoning them.
Since there’s not much else I can do at this point, I open the door and climb out, then I turn and grab Alyssa, helping her out after me.
Bri finally looks away from me, her gaze drifting to Alyssa. I look over to see what my sister is seeing and observe a contrite schoolgirl. Alyssa’s blonde head is bowed and she’s looking down at her sandals to avoid eye contact.
Finally, Bri breaks the tense silence. “What the fuck is going on here?”
“I guess my answer depends on how long you’ve been standing there,” I offer, trying to lighten the mood a little.
Not taking the bait, she jams an accusatory finger in Alyssa’s direction. “You’re fucking my babysitter? She’s a baby! And how the hell did this happen? What the fuck, Brant? You sat at the table with us while I told you she wouldn’t call me back and pretended you didn’t even know her.”