My dress had fallen back down when I stood, but it takes Brandon only seconds to have it up over my hips again. And no sooner than he does do I feel the slick tip of him press inside me.
And with a flex, he fills me to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck, Brandon!” I cry out, and he grabs the back of my dress and rips me to stand so he can slap a hand over my mouth.
“Shhhh.”
I stifle the laugh against his palm, and once I nod, he removes it, and I pant out my desire as he withdraws and presses into me once more.
“Goddammit, I’ve missed this,” he curses, kissing the back of my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
His hands grip my hips so he can find a rhythm, and he pounds into me harder, faster, his release building.
With my palms gripping the edge of the chaise, I meet him pump for pump, my ass slapping against his thighs. When his hands reach around and rip the strapless top of my dress down to free my breasts, they swing wildly, his fingertips just barely touching my sensitive nipples and driving me insane.
“Brandon,” I pant. “Oh, God.”
“Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t,” I say, short and simple, and with that permission, I feel him empty his release inside me, his cock pulsing, and he reaches down to circle my clit and make me topple over the edge with him.
My legs tremble and quake with the orgasm, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have to keep myself quiet. I want to scream. I want to cry out his name. I want to declare myself this man’s forever.
When we’re both spent, Brandon carefully pulls out and falls directly down to the floor, his back sliding against the tile wall. I laugh as I do the same, and then we’re side by side, his pants around his ankles and my dress no more than a heap of fabric, my naked breasts heaving under his gaze.
For the longest time, we just sit there, trying to catch our breaths, our eyes dancing between each other’s.
After a while, a smile curls on Brandon’s lips, and I laugh, letting my head fall back against the wall.
“Now what?”
“ARE YOU SURE I’M not imposing?” Erin asks, holding one elbow with the opposite hand. “We could hang out another day if—”
“Nonsense,” Mom answers for me. “The more the merrier. We have an uneven number for games, anyway.”
Erin smiles at Mom before her big eyes flick to mine.
“What she said,” I echo, and then I throw my arm around Erin and start leading the group down Greek Row.
“Uncle Bear, can I ride on your shoulders?!” my youngest nephew, Camron, asks. He just turned four last month, and with his mom’s golden eyes and my brother’s dimples, he’s become quite accustomed to getting whatever he asks for.
So, of course, I smile at Erin and remove my arm from around her shoulder so I can bend down and help Camron climb up.
My older nephew, Cole, is nine now. His eyes are the darker brown of my brothers, and where Camron is lean and lanky, Cole has started bulking out — thanks to working out with his dad ever since he came back. He’s almost to that age where he’s too cool for us, but hasn’t quite made it yet.
My heart squeezes a little when he runs to catch up with me and grabs my hand.
“You good, buddy?” I ask him.
“Yeah,” he answers simply. He’s become a lot quieter over the last couple years, and I know a big part of that has to do with his dad disappearing and then coming back out of nowhere.
I know from experience how that can mess with your mind as a kid.
It’s the last day of family weekend, and the Panhellenic Council put together a day of field events in the open half-acre between Zeta Rho Kappa and Zeta Pi Alpha. It’s a chance for families to have a little friendly competition while also stopping by the booths hosted by each fraternity and sorority to learn a little more about the organizations.
Plus, food and booze, of course.
Lots of food and booze.
Mom, Clayton, Carleton, Carleton’s wife Janae, and my nephews met up with me at the house about fifteen minutes ago so we could head down together.
But when we opened the door to leave, Erin was walking up the lawn to the Omega Chi house.
God, the way my chest tightened at the sight of her. Her dark blonde hair was straight and parted down the middle, falling just to her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow sundress that highlighted her smooth, tan skin, and the way the straps of it hung delicately on her shoulders made me want to slip a finger beneath the fabric and slide it off.