Ocean (Damage Control 5)
“So do you like her? Kay, say something.”
“She’s nice. And cute. Well done, Wyatt.”
He smiles widely. “Ocean is a cool guy, too. I like him.”
“Thank you, Wyatt. Don’t sound so shocked. I do have a good taste in people.”
He sticks out his tongue at me.
“I doubt Mom and Dad will be thrilled. He’s not a doctor or a lawyer.”
“Screw them,” Wyatt says cheerfully. “Listen, if our parents don’t approve, hey, they’ll eventually come around. And if they don’t… who cares as long as I approve, right?”
“Brat.”
I’m so lucky, I can hardly believe it, with my great siblings, and great friends—even more so when Raine and Ocean come out of the kitchenette, carrying a platter of glazed ribs and a bowl of potato salad, both handsome and smiling and happy.
I haven’t looked at my Tarot cards in so long I don’t even know where I left them, and the only thing I’ve learned from Ocean’s palms is that they feel good on my skin.
He feels good everywhere. And his smile is the best sight in the whole world.
***
The night sky is clear. Despite the city lights, I make out a few twinkling stars.
Then strong arms come around me, pulling against an equally strong body, and his breath ruffles my hair.
“Hey, baby.” His hands slip under the oversized T-shirt I’m wearing—one of his, naturally—and glide up my naked belly. “What are you doing up? It’s past midnight.”
“Just thinking.”
“About?” His hands slide higher, find my boobs and stroke them.
I gasp. “My sister. And my brother. How different they grew up to be. How our parents don’t necessarily make us into who we are.”
“Thank God for that,” he whispers fervently.
I turn around in his arms. I trace his lips. So full and soft in a face made of straight lines and sharp angles. “Do you remember that night I was drunk and you carried me home?”
He grins. “Are you fucking kidding me? I jacked off to the memory of you in my arms for a week straight.”
I fight a smile. “Well, remember you said Jesse tricked you? That he told you I wanted you to take me home? And I said no?” I wait for his nod before going on. “He didn’t lie. He’d asked me one time we all went out together, who I’d trust to take you home if anything happened. And I said Ocean. Without any hesitation. I knew already I trusted you with my life.”
He dips his head, his breath washing over my lips, warm and minty. “I like that. God, you have no idea how much I like that.”
His cock is hard, pressing between us. I guess I have a good idea of how much he likes it.
“And what are you going to do about it?” I roll my hips a little, and he grunts, his mouth going slack.
I love that I have that effect on him.
“I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy of yours,” he says, “and then I’m gonna sink inside you as deep as I can go, and you’re gonna make some noise.”
“Am I now?”
“Yeah. But first…” He licks his lips and I lean in, mesmerized. “First I’m gonna kiss you.”
He backs me up against the wall and I inhale, bracing for our usual near-violent encounter. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Love everything he gives me.