Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

“So, I’ll see you later?” he asks me.

“Before that…”

I pull him close to me and kiss him. I’ve been wanting to do it since he first dragged me inside this tent.

Ryker kisses me back and warmth floods my chest. His hand strokes my cheek.

I part my lips and he does the same. Our tongues collide and I shiver. I rub mine against his as I place my hand on his arm. His other hand grips my waist and pulls me closer.

I pull my mouth away. “Didn’t you say you rented this tent for an hour?”

“Yes. Why?”

I grin. “You know why.”

I kiss him again. His hand wanders across my back as his tongue mingles with mine.

He pulls away. “I thought we were going to tell Joel.”

“We can tell him afterwards,” I say.

Because right now, the thing I want most in the world is him. Doesn’t he feel the same?

“Or are you trying to tell me you didn’t miss me?” I ask him.

Ryker plants a kiss on my forehead. “I’ve missed you.”

And another kiss on the tip of my nose.

“I’ve missed you.”

And another on my neck.

“God, I’ve missed you.”

He captures my lips as he grips my waist. I bring my arms up around his head to play with his hair as I surrender my mouth to his.

God, I’ve missed him, too.

He tugs at the sash of my dress. It opens to reveal the bikini I’m wearing—a bandeau halter top and panties with a ribbon tied around one hip, all black.

Ryker stares at it. “Did you swim earlier today?”

“No,” I answer. “But you never know when I might think of going into the water.”

Actually, I didn’t feel like swimming. I just felt like wearing the swimsuit, and now I’m glad I did.

Ryker kisses me again. He lowers me onto the bed and I lie on it. I pull him on top of me and mess his hair. Then I slide my hands to the front of his shirt to undo the buttons.

I’ve only managed to undo three when he moves his mouth to my neck. I drop my arms to my sides and surrender to the pleasure.

As Ryker licks the other side of my neck, his hand slips beneath my top. His fingers find my nipple and I gasp.

“Shh.” Ryker holds a finger over my lips. “Someone might hear you.”

I blush as I realize he’s right. We’re in a tent on the beach. Sure, it’s a private beach, but any of the guests could walk by and hear me. Any of them could just walk in.

Fine. I’ll be quiet. But for that to happen, I need something inside my mouth.

I grab his wrist and push his index finger inside my mouth so I can suck it. He adds the middle finger. I get them wet as his tongue draws circles around my nipple. His lips leave my stomach tingling with kisses.

Then he pulls his fingers away. He turns me around and I go on my hands and knees on top of the bed. His hand slips beneath my underwear and I hold my breath. His fingers, the very fingers I just sucked, push inside me and I gasp.

I fold my arms in front of me and rest my face on them, muffling my moans with my own skin, as Ryker’s fingers thrust into me from behind. His other hand reaches around me to stroke my nub from the front and my whole body trembles.

I feel like a violin being played by Ryker’s skillful hands. Every stroke sends me shuddering, moaning. Pleasure hums in my veins and vibrates throughout every inch of my skin to create a melody which engulfs me. It’s maddening, and yet I can’t get enough of it. I move my hips and dance.

When Ryker pulls his hands away, I whimper. I haven’t even climaxed once yet.

But then I hear the rustle of clothing behind me and my frustration vanishes. I turn around.

Ryker takes his cock out of his briefs. Every inch is just as I remember. Unable to resist, I wrap my fingers around it and lick the shaft. Ryker draws a sharp breath.

He lets me suck on it a few times before pushing me away. I lie back on the bed and remove my panties. Then I spread my legs as I watch him put the rubber on his cock.

He climbs on top of me and presses his lips against mine. Then he grips my thighs.

“Here I come.”

He pushes his cock slowly inside me. I can tell he’s being careful. Why? Because we haven’t had sex in a while?

I don’t care. He’s made me thoroughly wet and wanting.

So I push my hips against his. He grunts and grins.

“Oh, what am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Fuck me and make me yours. And never let me go.”