Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)

There is no sign of anxiety or worry at all on his face. Even Nate nods and then walks out of the kitchen.

For a group of

people adamantly opposed to this trip less than a week ago, it’s eerily calm.

Something’s going on.

Chapter 2

Bryce runs his lips lightly across my shoulder, and I smile into my pillow. “Time to get up, beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin.

“Hmmm, what time is it?”

“Almost nine. I’m about to leave, and you have that call soon.”

I open my eyes and sigh when I see Bryce already dressed in his workout clothes. “Why are you dressed?”

“Because I promised your dad I’d behave while we slept in his home. When I woke up this morning, my dick was harder than fucking steel, and it was best for me to get up before I lost the battle raging in my head to ravage you.”

“That sounds really fun.” I run my fingers up his arms.

“Stop, babe. We’ll be in Knoxville tomorrow night.”

“But Nate will be there,” I whine.

“Nate will go out with the guys, have a few beers, and maybe even pick up his own woman.”

I scrunch my nose. “Let’s not discuss that… ever again.”

Bryce chuckles then tugs me into his chest. “He’s waiting downstairs. I need to go. We’re doing a six-mile run and then a full workout. I’ll be back in a few hours. Tonight, we’re doing dinner with my parents.”

“Did you say six-miles?”

“Yeah.” He leans back and looks at me. “Devon, part of my training in Officer Candidate School is physical. I’ve got to catch up. We took a week off, remember?”

“I thought we got pretty physical.” I kiss the underside of his jaw and feel it tighten.

“Jesus, I’m going to need another cold shower.”

“Fine!” I turn away from him and smile sweetly. “I can wait until tomorrow, but I want to give you something to think about.”

Without warning, I run my hand down his stomach and into the waistband of his shorts. Once I hit his erection, I rub my thumb across the tip gently. “Love you, Bryce,” I whisper and pull back, rolling off the bed.

He exhales loudly and stares at the ceiling. “This is my punishment. Falling madly in love with my best friend’s sister means I can’t fuck the shit out of her like I want to for the next four days without threat of an ass-kicking.”

“We’ll figure something out, or we’ll get creative.”

He stands up and pulls me flush against him. “Kiss me.”

I slap my hand over my mouth. “Need to brush my teeth,” I mutter through my fingers.

His eyes darken, and he gently lowers my hand away. His soft lips rub back and forth across mine lightly. I melt into him and squeeze his hips.

“Do me a favor,” he whispers between pecks. “Talk to your mom today and let her know we’re going to stay with my parents when we get back from Knoxville. Mom wants us there some before we both leave. You need to prepare Karen.”

“I’ll take care of it. She’ll understand.”

He kisses me again and steps back, turning to leave. I stare at the perfect form of his ass in the black mesh running shorts and lick my lips, tasting him.