My smile is carved in cement by now, “You'll be good to her?”
He slowly nods.
“If I go through all the motions of welcoming you to the family, and you have no intentions–”
“Evan, what are you two chatting about? Football?” Reese turns her attention to us. She glares at me, aware of the tension.
I nod for Grayson to answer.
“Ju... Just how much I love you, Reese.” Grayson barely gets the words out before clearing his throat. He teeter-totters in his leather shoes and this time does a double shoulder roll.
She gives him a sardonic stare. “Well, have fun, chatting,” she mumbles.
I think I see a fragmented smile on her face as she turns around and walks toward another set of family. Grayson doesn’t take her advice, nope, he runs along after her like one of those purebred pups.
I want to inquire why Reese isn't happy about Grayson verbally saying he loves her. I don’t believe I abused him into professing such words. When he’d claimed to love her, there was no shift in his gaze as usual. No other nonverbal cues to implicate he just said the words for show. What's going on with these two? Something tells me that Reese didn't cheat on The Stiff with me. Would she bring the douchebag if he’d cheated on her?
Of course, Reese is all mouth. The moment she advised that I should bring another date, I wanted to grab her by the ponytail, place her over my knee and give her ass a good thrashing. Yet to be accompanied by someone she detests is beyond me.
Before she can reach the next set of family, I stalk over to them. A set of my cousins who’d connected eyes with Reese, begins to step forward. They cease what seemed to be the beginning of a comical dialogue when I grab her arm. I issue an order in her mate’s direction. “Grayson, go get my sister something to drink.”
He eyes her and then me.
She nods. “Yes, a mojito would be nice.”
He sulks toward the open bar, and I invade the space between Reese and I. Not too close, but close enough to thwart any other person’s intentions to engage with us.
“What are you doing?” She says, smile stiff, eyes scanning the veranda.
“We need to talk.”
“Okay, shoot.” Reese bites her lip. And as if to take the edge off her guilt of being tied to her stepbrother, she adds, “Everyone is chatting.”
“Not here.” My mouth caresses her ear as I growl. And then I’ve grabbed her forearm, guiding her down to the second level of the veranda, there’s one more deck before the ground level of tennis courts.
The tartness has taken a nosedive as Reese murmurs, “Not a good idea.”
“Who’s The Stiff?”
“I'm sure Grayson made an effort to introduce himself with all of his accolades but then again you tried to break his entire hand then proceeded to massage his shoulders.”
I chuckle softly. “You noticed.”
“Hell yeah, I noticed,” she says, eyes continuing to rove around the place.
“You don't like him.”
“I assume that's not a question, Evan.”
“Yes, but by all means, correct me if my body language analysis can use some brushing up on.” I pull her into an alcove area which is shrouded by palm trees. The neckline of her dress leaves me begging for more, my fingertips graze across her chest. “Oh look, you've stepped away from The Stiff and in my presence, your heartbeat has increased.”
“Fuck yourself, Evan.” Reese slaps my hand away.
“No can do, this hand wasn't meant to pleasure me, Reese. It was meant to pleasure you, and only you, babe.” I reach out. She swats me like an irksome fly. But my hand grabs onto her breast. The gasp crashing through those just parted lips liquefies into a soft moan as I twirl Reese before me. Her dress flies up in the wind.
“Boyshorts,” I seethe, wanting to eye those gorgeous ass cheeks.
But her ass is perfect none the less, it slams back toward my already hardened cock. Now my mouth scours the sugary taste of her neck.
“Oh, looky here, Reese. You've got goosebumps. I must have that strong of an effect on you," I say snidely, kissing her shoulder. It's not that I want to come off as an asshole, and my emotions have never been toyed with until I set eyes on the lovely Miss Dunham. As my lips have their way with Reese's collarbone, she gasps.
“I want you so fucking bad, Evan.”
“That's exactly what I wanted to hear.”
“Hmmm, what would you have done if I denied you?” Her tone is salacious.
I bite her shoulder. She gasps. “You can be my bad girl when we get back to my place. No defying me, Reese.”
She frowns as I lean over and allows my hand to skim down her chest once more. My cock again thumps against her buttocks. Sure discipline is stopping me from ripping her dress to shreds.
“I’m going to tear this granny dress off your body, Reese,” I declare in her ear, “Then I’m going to spank your ass until it’s red…”
“Oh God, please don’t stop, Evan. Tell me what you’re gonna do to me,” she pants, licking her lips.
I push the flying wisps of hair from her face, and nudge a kiss onto her jaw since I can’t reach her lips from this position. “Those lips will be swollen, and I don’t mean because I’ve kissed you so hard, beautiful, I’m going to beat that beautiful, tight pussy of yours until you come all over my dick.”
“Sheeeee…” She can hardly breathe.
My hands begin to trek down this godawful dress of hers. “Jesus, I want to fuck you right here, Reese. Tell me I can fuck you right here, babe.”
Her voice is but a moan.
“Tell me, Reese,” I demand. “You’re aware that I do not need your permission, beautiful. I own you. I can have you right here, right now.”
Her ass molds against my cock, and her legs shake. Voice a hushed whisper, she says, “Please. Here… NNNOW!”
My fingers work their way against the silk of her panties. I push aside the material and my fingers spread her labia. My thumb courses against the nimble, tiny bud coaxing more juices when I know without a shred of doubt that her pussy is already my
