Beast Brothers 2

Good thing it’s dark out here, because I’m suddenly sporting the world’s biggest hard-on. My magic hands have her melting like putty, and I can’t wait any longer to find out if she tastes as good as she looks.

I tangle my hand in the hair at the base of her scalp and pull her close. Next to her ear, I whisper, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Her body tenses with surprise, but she doesn’t pull away, not one inch. I look into her eyes and watch them flutter closed as I approach her pretty mouth.

I touch my lips to hers softly at first. She tastes of berries and smells of mint, and I remember that she wasn’t holding a glass when I saw her. It’s not often I’m kissing a girl who hasn’t had a drink or two already. I start to explore her lips, slowly, and wait for her to return my kiss. It doesn’t take long. She moves slowly too, and after one more kiss I pull back to look into her eyes.

I see what I knew I’d see there; her eyelids are heavy, her cheeks are flushed. When I lower my head again, she meets me halfway and her lips part for me. I wrap my arm around her back, bring her body against me, and claim her mouth as mine. Pressed close, she feels as good as I knew she would, all soft curves and sweet-smelling warmth.

I’ve only just sampled her, but I want more. I want it all. Too bad my time’s almost up.

I sweep my palms down the length of her back, then slowly bring them upward, applying pressure along the sides of her body as I explore the landscape. Later, I want to peel her top off in just this same motion, and discover her inch by inch. My hands slide over the outline of her bra; maybe I’ll use my teeth when I take it off.

My cock jerks at that thought, reminding me that it’s more than ready to be let out of confinement.

The next few hours are going to be torture.

Control is not a problem for me. Not usually, anyway. I get the girls all worked up, but I know exactly what I’m doing. This girl, though — Amber, I think she said — she’s testing my limits. I need to go soon but I don’t want to stop.

I run my tongue slowly along her upper lip, needing one more long taste to hold me over. I grab her hips and pull her into me and practically moan when my cock presses against her body. But then I feel her stiffen under my hands. She goes still for a second, and when she kisses me again it’s more tentative, a little hesitant.

I pull back and look at her. Her gray-green eyes are wide; she looks startled. I run my thumb down her cheek and along her jaw. “Everything okay?”

She nods.

“I need to go do something,” I say. “Will you wait for me?”

Her eyes flicker to my lips, then back to my eyes, still with that deer-in-the-headlights expression. Finally, she nods.

I take her face in both of my hands and go in for one more sweet taste. “I’ll see you soon,” I say, and then I force myself to pull away.

Chapter 3

Amber

What the hell just happened? One minute I was walking into this dive, finding everything around me distasteful, and the next minute I’m attached to some guy at the face?

In my defense, the guy — oh my god. He hypnotized me with those gorgeous eyes. One touch of his lips to mine and I was ready to do whatever he wanted. Which is not like me at all.

Then in the middle of the most amazing kiss of my life, he says he has to go. Some urgent thing he has to do, but he wants me to wait for him? I’m confused; I’m irritated; I’m dazed with pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure, I’m pretty sure that was his cock pressing against me. His hard cock. Maybe he needed to go adjust himself or something.

Coming out of my makeout haze, I notice the crowd on the deck is thinning out. I can’t believe I just participated in such a public display of affection. Seriously, I swear I was a victim of hypnosis. A very willing victim.

A group of three girls leaves the deck and I suddenly remember Megan. She’s probably wondering where I went, but she’d be proud of me if she knew what I’d been doing. She’s always telling me I need to study less and have more fun.

I can’t slack off, though. Chemistry is kicking my butt, and if I don’t bring my grade up I could lose my scholarship. I can’t even think about that possibility.

The deck is nearly empty now. Did a fight break out inside and everyone went to watch? And where is Aidan?

I hug my arms around me to ward off the night air; no point putting my sweater back on if I’m going back inside. I wander back toward the building, and as I get closer I hear chanting. I hope Aidan hasn’t been caught on the other side of a big brawl.

With some hesitation, I open the door and peer in. The chanting continues; it sounds like the crowd is saying, “Go back, go back, go back!” Not like the cries of blood-thirsty drunks, though; more like organized cheering. Maybe everyone sobered up all at the same time and realized the band is crap.

I step inside to get a better view. With few exceptions, everyone is facing the stage, which is now empty. I hope to god the crowd isn’t cheering for an encore. That can’t be possible; no one was paying much attention to the band before, so they must be waiting for the main event.

I raise up on my toes to try to get a better view and see Megan waving at me from a position closer to the stage. I look all around and there’s no sign of Aidan, so I squeeze through the crowd and make my way to my roommate. Eric, her friend from high school, is with her now. They hang out together more often than not.

“Where’ve you been?” Megan asks. “I had to drink your cocktail myself.” She waves a nearly empty glass at me.

I wonder, briefly, how she got served alcohol, and if maybe that’s why this place is where she spends her weekends, but I’m too distracted to worry about that right now.

I give Eric a quick hug and hope my face isn’t turning red with guilt. “I went outside for some air. What’s going on?”