Dylan looked pleased at me knowing his family and he grinned at me. “So, you’ve been there,” he said approvingly.
“I wasn’t lying,” I said. “Bobby really does own a place by the lake.”
“Why have I never seen either of you before, then?” Dylan asked.
I shrugged, not knowing what to say. He hadn’t seen me, but I hadn’t seen him either. “Maybe you weren’t looking,” I suggested.
He laughed. “Maybe not,” he said. There was a new appreciation in his eyes as he gazed at me. “So why are you here anyway?” he asked.
“Kelsey’s one of my best friends,” I told him.
Dylan wrinkled his nose. “According to Nick, most of Kelsey’s friends are married and settled down already.” He paused. “Not that that’s a bad thing if you are, I just…”
“I’m not,” I interrupted, before he could say anything more.
We stared at one another, and I couldn’t deny the growing tension between us. I was completely focused on him; it was as if we were all alone in our own little world. There was no backyard party and I couldn’t hear the loud voices of my friends; it was only the two of us in that moment. I wanted him, in ways that I couldn’t possibly describe, and I could see the same burning desire in his eyes as well.
I glanced back towards the house, wondering if anyone was watching us. How embarrassing would it be for one of my friends to see us right now standing so close together in the driveway, staring at each other longingly. Then again, I supposed Dylan was attractive to anyone’s eyes. If you didn’t know that he was one of my brother’s rivals, then maybe this could have been just another meaningless fling.
But I knew, and there was no ignoring it.
Suddenly, I couldn’t stop myself anymore. I leaned towards him and pressed my lips to his, without thinking. He inhaled once and kissed me back, soft and deep, taking control over the kiss. And god, he knew what he was doing…
His tongue was hot against mine and his fingers tangled up in my hair. There was a part of me that knew that I should pull away—but then again, what was the danger? I had just checked at the windows and there was no one inside who could see us. It wasn’t like Bobby was friends with Nick…
I succumbed to the kiss, letting Dylan have his way with me, leaving me completely speechless.
When he finally pulled away, my lips were swollen, my hair was coming out of its ponytail, and all I could think about was how much I wanted more. I didn’t know how to ask for it, though.
Thankfully, Dylan wasn’t asking. He took my hand, dragging me towards the house. He murmured in my ear, “Come with me.” And I did.
FIVE
DYLAN
I hadn’t meant for things to escalate so quickly and end up here. We were pressed up against one another in Nick’s front closet, nestled amongst the coats while my lips dragged along Lucy’s neck. What a way for anyone to find us. What a great reason for Bobby to murder me. I was happy to ignore the fact that he had told me to stay away from her, with her body pressed up so tightly against mine. We hadn’t even made it to a bed.
But I couldn’t seem to pull away.
Lucy’s lips were hot and soft against mine, and she definitely knew what she was doing. I didn’t bother wondering what Bobby would say if he ever discovered that about his sister. He was the furthest thing from my mind right now.
Instead, all I could focus on was the feeling of her curves pressed up against mine, and the way she whimpered at every drag of my fingers along her skin.
She wasn’t playing coy and she wasn’t pretending to be immune to what I was doing. No, she showed me exactly how much she wanted this—whether intentionally or not. Her body knew what she craved. She was more sensitive than I could have ever imagined, leaning into my touch, letting me caress her breasts, grab the firm cheeks of her ass, and letting me tease her all over.
She wordlessly begged for more, but even in that begging, there was a certain level of compliance, as though I could do with her whatever I wished.
Of course, I got what I wanted. I tugged her skirt up and pushed her panties to the side, driving my fingers inside first before thrusting my cock in. She was wet, so wet, and she whispered a string of curses and words of encouragement as I plunged into her, urging me on.
She started getting louder and I clapped a hand over her mouth, sure that we were only minutes away from being discovered. Someone would come inside to get another drink and hear us, and the whole gig would be up.
The risk of discovery only made things that much hotter.
I slammed into her again and again, chasing my orgasm, my prick throbbing with pleasure. I let out an involuntary groan as Lucy gasped against my palm, her fingers scrabbling against my shoulders and her pussy squeezing me tight in fluttering waves of ecstasy as she came. She slumped back against the wall of the closet and I slowed down my movements, giving her a moment to recover.
But I couldn’t keep that languid pace forever, my need still building inside of me. Grabbing her waist firmly in my hands, I returned to my frantic pace, my hips slamming up into hers over and over again. I pulled one of her legs up against my waist, changing the angle and getting deep inside of her. I could feel her trembling with pleasure, and even though she had just came, I was sure that I could drive her
