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She’s wearing a sweater that covers her entire body so when she releases my neck to take it off and wrap it around her waist, I’m greeted by her low-cut camisole . . . and my mouth goes dry.
With every thrust into me, her breasts bounce, her cleavage seems endless. And just when I thought I was keeping my erection under control, I am so desperately wrong.
My cock turns hard as stone and I know she feels it—there is no way she can’t—but when she continues to dance with me, I realize she doesn’t care, so I make the most of it. I move my hands from her waist to just below her breasts, my thumbs gripping her ribcage. She visibly gasps from the contact and her eyes go hazy. I’m not going to push too hard, despite what the song is encouraging me to do, because I still don’t know what’s going on with her and Trey. I don’t want to make her do something she’s going to regret. I keep it clean, well, somewhat clean. I might brush a thumb against her under boob “accidently.”
Teasing me, her hands glide up my chest, feeling every contour of my pecs as we move flawlessly together, electricity bouncing between us, and just like on the first birthday we celebrated together, we’re dancing toward a wall where I press her against it. The music is pumping through us, but now her hands are pulling on my neck, making me lower my head to hers.
I grind against her, my cock pressing into her, her little body hopping up onto my waist so our centers are connected and her legs are wrapped around me.
Fuck, this is too far, this is way too far.
This is way too familiar. I know how that birthday with her ended . . .
Her head leans against the wall, her neck exposed when I press harder into her center, my cock so goddamn hard that I’m afraid it might break. I take her hands from behind my neck, lace them with mine and press them against the wall. Our foreheads connect and when I see her lips part, I hold steady, only moving my hips, feeling the solid beat of Salt-N-Pepper.
I want her so fucking bad. I want to fuck her right here, feel her tight warmth wrap around me. I want to hear her sweet moan, taste her addicting skin. I want to see the look on her face again when I fully submerge myself inside her.
My breath is running rampant, my heart beating out of control as she bites her bottom lip, thrusting her hips into me and then I hear it, a little moan.
I itch to press my lips against hers. I yearn to taste her. My hands grip hers tightly, my will slipping, my control nowhere to be found. I lean forward, lick my lips and when she parts her mouth, ready for me, I press even further.
Millimeters away—so fucking close my body is on fire—my cock throbs uncontrollably. I’m about to press my lips against hers when the song switches, turning slow and methodic, which no longer pushes me past the line I can’t cross.
I pull back. Her heady eyes snap to mine, and she looks confused. She tries to grip the back of my neck again but I shake my head, keeping her hands firmly in place.
“Not here, not now, baby. Not until you’re really ready.”
I lower her to the ground, bring her into my chest, and kiss her on top of her head. I think we’ve had enough fun for today. Enough close fucking calls. Yeah, I want her with every fiber of my being. But I don’t deserve for her to fuck me, feel guilty, and then blame me. So, I back away. Again.
I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.
There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?
I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.
Until I met my neighbor.
It's been three years since I'd seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?
I’m tempted, I’m drawn toward him, I’m completely and utterly unaware that I’m dating his biological brother.
Now two men own my heart. The question is, which brother will I choose?
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