“I think that was to get away from us older brothers. We didn’t go very easy on any of her boyfriends.”
“Imagine that,” Sunny said wryly, around a mouthful of moo shu.
“Well, she was our kid sister. We were all protective of her.”
“Are your brothers both big and alpha, like you?”
He’d never really considered it before, but took a moment then answered, “Yeah, I guess you’d have to say that.”
Sunny snorted. “I’d have moved to China to get away from you and two more of you, then. More power to her, I say!”
She wasn’t much into sports – the tennis thing having died a neglectful death – but he liked to watch as well as play sports, especially golf. She put her hand up to stop him there. “I know I’m not supposed to make the rules, but I reserve the right to depart and amuse myself elsewhere if you’re going to watch golf. Might as well watch paint dry.”
Rod chuckled. “All right, I suppose I can allow you that.”
“I’ve always intended to learn how to play golf, though, but never had the time. I can putt like a demon on a mini-golf course, though.”
That little tidbit gave him a strained expression. “They’re not really the same thing . . .”
“Isn’t the goal to get the ball in the hole, so to speak?”
He squeezed her tight. “It is, but there aren’t any windmills or bridges or clown’s mouths on a real course.”
She hit him for that. “I know that. But, on a real course, aren’t you supposed to drive the ball as close to the hole as you can, then putt it in from there?”
“Yes,” he agreed with great reluctance.
“Then isn’t putting, putting?”
Rod covered his face with his hand as he shook his head and sighed. “Someone’s going to have a long road teaching you.”
Sunny caught how he’d said that. “Someone.” Not necessarily him. Since they’d begun this unusual thing – whatever it was – he’d sounded as if he expected it to continue, but now, with that remark, she wondered if he wasn’t trying to back away gracefully.
Eventually, they ended up watching a movie, snuggled together where they usually were with him molesting her lazily, which made him much more interested in her shuddering, sighing and eventually moaning responses than what they were actually watching. He cupped her breasts, teasing those plump nipples into even further prominence, rubbing and tugging on them rhythmically, one after the other, until he noticed that she – in a manner that he interpreted as subconscious, since her eyes never left the television screen – began to arch her back, pressing her breasts into his hand, silently asking him not to stop.
He was more than willing to comply. Those perfect globes – quite generous on her small frame but not grotesquely so, he had already determined – felt pleasing in his hand, and he delighted in each soft sigh that escaped her lips as he fondled them.
It didn’t take long before he could no longer control the urge to let his hand wander down her flat tummy to the juncture of her thighs. She was lying on her side, stretched out on the couch with her head on his chest, and he tapped them, which encouraged her to turn onto her back to give him easier access to more interesting things.
For a long while, he simply cupped her, trying to watch the movie as he did so, but failing miserably. All he could feel was the heat of her filling his hand, and he desperately wanted to delve between those moist, hot folds.
He held off until she lifted those slender hips, offering herself to him, trying to convince him to explore more of her, without having to ask.
She couldn’t have begun to recount the going-on in the stupid movie, either. She’d been too preoccupied the entire time by his teasing touch, although she’d done her best not to let him see that. Finally, though, her body overruled her mind and made that bold move, pressing herself up against his hand in blatant invitation. Sunny thought she’d burst long before she felt his finger carefully parting her lips right above her cleft, delving into it just barely, just enough to set those nerves jangling, then sliding carefully up to her clit, where it settled and didn’t move for an unbearably long time.
Ignoring his finger there was a complete impossibility. She could think of absolutely nothing else – not even work. Nothing could rival her heightened sense of anticipation. When would that finger finally move? Her whole world – her sanity at the very least – depended on it! She could feel that tiny mountain growing and swelling beneath; couldn’t he? Didn’t he know?
Sunny stole a surreptitious look at him and had her answer. Of course he knew. He just wanted to torture her. Having forbidden her to come without his permission, he was just teasing her. She did her best to force her mind away from what he was doing – or rather, wasn’t doing – between her legs and tried to concentrate on the movie.