My Brother's Best Friend(53)

“There’s still thirty minutes of previews,” he said, beginning to kiss my neck.

“I—Dev—” I couldn’t finish my thought. Instead I succumbed to his touch and turned to kiss him back. His hand moved to my leg and traveled up it, massaging my inner thigh.

Involuntarily, I moaned and immediately pulled away. “We have to stop,” I said, clearing my head.

“I agree,” he said. “It was fun while it lasted!”

I smiled at his impish grin then grabbed the drink Mitch handed me and touched it to my face. “I need to cool off.”

Devin chuckled but did the same with his own drink. It wasn’t long before the movie started. Devin took my hand part way through the movie and just held it. I smiled at him and stroked the back of his hand periodically. I loved him, it was plain as day to me. I hadn’t missed someone so much in a brief 24-hour period since I could remember.

When the credits started rolling, we stood up and reluctantly I let go of his hand. We walked down and saw Mitch and Megan waiting outside the theatre.

“Where’s Emily?” I asked.

“She’s waiting in the car,” Mitch answered. “If you wouldn’t mind, Devin, could you take Chris to the restaurant?”

“Sure. Do you mind?” he said, asking me.

“No, it’s fine. Same place as always?”

Mitch gave me a strained smile, and I saw Megan looked upset. “Yeah, same one. We might be a little late. I’m taking Emily home.”

I nodded. “You okay, Meg?”

She shrugged. I didn’t want to press anything further. Instead I turned to Devin. “Ready?”

“Sure. See you two later.”

I waved at Megan and Mitch as we headed in the opposite direction. Devin’s voice cut into my thoughts. “What was that all about?”

“Emily’s being her usual bitchy self and probably said something biting to Megan.”

“Maybe we should have offered to take her with us,” he said, unlocking his car.

“Maybe, but I think Mitch probably already said something to Emily. I’m sure she won’t say anything more tonight.”

“I would do the same, I guess.”

We climbed in the car, and I looked over at Devin. “I’m sorry about my sister.”

“You don’t have to apologize. You and Mitch are exactly the same. He always apologizes for Emily’s behavior. She should be apologizing, not you two.”

I smiled weakly. “I just can’t help but be embarrassed, I guess.”

“Don’t be. I’ve known your family since I was little. I’m pretty used to the dysfunctional mess.”

I laughed slightly. “Okay, then let’s go to the restaurant.”

“We don’t have to rush. It will take them at least an hour to get there, especially in six o’clock traffic.”

“What are you suggesting we do?” I said mischievously.

“I think you already have an idea.” Devin smiled back.

“Scoot your chair back and I can show you.”

He pushed his seat as far back as it went, and I maneuvered myself over to his seat and straddled his waist. I bent down and kissed him hard on the lips. I missed his hands on my skin, his lips on my body and the connection we had whenever we were together. His hand went to the side of the seat and together we tumbled backward as the seat reclined.

“Good thing I went for the dark-tinted windows,” he said huskily.

I smiled and kissed away his smirk. His hands went to my hips and pulled on the fabric of my dress until it was resting at my hips. I kissed his neck and loosened his tie. I began to unbutton his shirt as he pulled down the zipper of my sleeveless dress. He only had to undo it a little before he freed my breasts and began to knead one passionately in his hand.

I moaned as my hands ran down the length of his chest. I undid his belt and pants, freeing his member from the confines of his boxers. His lips captured the other breast and I couldn’t help but move my hands to his head, letting him know how much I loved his expert maneuvering.

“Devin, I need you, now,” I moaned.

He pulled away and looked up at me, but instead of lifting me onto him he moved his hand down and pushed his fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes as he rubbed his thumb over my clitoris. I began to moan and buck my hips, hoping he’d explore me further. He continued to tease me, stopping his movements before picking them back up.

I braced one hand on his seat and the other I moved to stroke him. I felt his hand stiffen and I smiled, opening my eyes to see his face. He groaned as I continued my gentle strokes.

“Do you want more?” I asked.

His hand completely stopped. “I want you,” he said tightly.