Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I feel a hand on the small of my back, and I know it’s him. I can feel his presence. “Hey,” he says, his hot breath fanning across my cheek.
“Hey.” I don’t bother turning to look at him. I can’t without him seeing it all over my face that I want him.
“You all right?”
“Yeah. Just waiting on a drink.”
“Palmer, you’ve been standing here for way too long to just be waiting on a drink.”
Busted. “I’m good. Promise.” This time I take a quick glance over my shoulder, and he’s standing close. So damn close. Breath rushes from my lungs at my body’s reaction to him. The goose bumps that break out across my skin and the way heat pools between my thighs.
“Let’s dance.” It’s not a request. It’s a demand.
“No one else is dancing.”
“Yes, they are.”
This time I have to turn to look to see if he’s telling me the truth. Sure enough, the girls are all on the floor with their men. Heath is here, which I didn’t notice when I sprinted off toward the bar.
“Dance with me, beautiful.”
“Brooks, I…” I don’t even know what to say. I’m humiliated. That’s not me. I am a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. However, I’ve never spilled intimate details about my sex life to my brother and his friends either.
“Palmer, dance with me.” He laces his fingers through mine, and the warmth of his touch has me dropping my defenses and letting him lead me to a dark corner of the dance floor.
He pulls me into his arms without a care in the world who is watching. I rest my hands on his chest, but he’s not having that. With a gentle touch, he lifts my hands and places them around his neck before he wraps his arms back around my waist. We’re close, so close I can feel his hard length pressing against me. My eyes widen, and I seek him out.
He nods. “That’s all for you, Palmer.”
“For me?” I croak.
“Yes. It’s all for you. Do you really think I can hear you talking about oral sex and orgasms and not get hard?”
“Ummm, yes?”
“No.” He mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like “Not with you.” But I don’t question him about it. I’m too speechless to ask even if I wanted to.
“I’m sorry?”
He leans forward, resting his forehead against mine while his body shakes with silent laughter. I close my eyes and relish the feel of being this close to him. When he finally lifts his head, he’s regained his composure, but his eyes, his dark blue eyes, are full of heat, and need, and desire.
For me.
Seeing that, I can’t resist running my fingers up the back of his neck and burying them into his hair. He groans, but it’s a good groan, a needy groan, so I don’t stop, and he doesn’t ask me to.
“Let me show you.” His voice is gravelly.
“Show me what?” I ask, tilting my head to the side to study him. His eyes are intense as he pins me with his steady gaze.
“Let me show you how it feels.”
“How what feels?”
This time he leans in, so his lips hover next to my ear. “Let me show you what it feels like when a man eats your pussy. Let me show you what that kind of orgasm feels like.” He nips at my ear and a shiver of desire races down my spine.
“You want to? You want to do that?”
“More than anything.”
“How would that work?”
“Palmer, if you don’t know how that works, then it’s no wonder you’ve never had an orgasm when a man is going down on you.”
“No. I mean, with us. We’re friends. We’re connected in so many ways.” My eyes flash to where my brother and Ramsey are dancing close, not caring about anything or anyone around them. For once, I know how that feels.
“Nothing wrong with a little benefits between friends.” His words, I think, are meant to be playful, but the look in his eyes is feral.
My heart is racing, and my hands have a slight tremble. I wonder if he can feel them shaking? “So you’re proposing a friends-with-benefits arrangement?” I need clarification.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
He has no idea that I’ve crushed on him my entire life. Thirteen-year-old me used to write Palmer Kincaid in my diary that I hid under my bed. I don’t know if my heart will survive this kind of arrangement with him. Then again, this is my childhood fantasy come true. I can’t say no. This is Brooks we’re talking about. And to top it all off, he’s a good guy. I know he would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. I just need to keep feelings out of it. He’s offering sex, well, at least oral sex, and this shot to experience something like this with him.