Room For More(18)

“You’re absolutely the more.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb softly along my bottom lip. “You’re more than more.”

I caught his hand in mine and gently kissed his palm as he stared right through me.

“And right now, I’d like to have more on our pier.”

I plucked the blanket from under his arm and barely had time to open it before Brody had me on my back, his full weight on top of me, kissing me with an unapologetic neediness. We took our time, slowly kissing and savoring each other for as long as we could stand it.

He pulled back and licked his lips while he slowly studied my face. “God, I didn’t realize how much I truly missed you until I was with you again.”

“I missed you too,” I replied breathlessly as I shoved my hands up the back of his shirt, feeling his muscles roll and flex beneath my fingertips. “Don’t stop kissing me.” He clasped his lips over mine again and the spark that burned constantly between us exploded into fire. Pulling me up into a sitting position, he grabbed the waist of my tank top and lifted it over my head.

His eyes went wide as he stared down at my breasts. “Holy shit. You don’t have a bra on.”

Overcome with sudden shyness, I bit my lip and shrugged, trying to cover myself with my hands. “I was in bed. I don’t normally wear a—”

All coherent thought drained from my brain like a burst dam as Brody pushed my hands away and clamped his warm lips around my nipple. My head fell back and a moan slipped from my mouth.

His tongue moved painfully slow, making circles around my nipple until I was pushing my breast farther into his mouth, desperate for more.

“Someone’s needy tonight, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” I sighed.

He gently pulled the elastic band of my pajama pants out, just far enough to tuck his hand inside. “Let’s see just how needy you are, huh?” I don’t know if it was the crisp night air or the fact that we hadn’t seen each other in a couple days, but I felt like I was going to burst and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Desperate for the release only he could give me, I spread my legs to give him easier access.

He dipped his fingers inside my panties and made slow circles around my most sensitive spot. The faster he swirled his fingers, the faster I panted, hovering deliciously close to my orgasm.

“Wait.” I pinched my legs together, pinning his hand in between them.

“What’s wrong?” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“I’m close. Really, really close, but… I want you inside me.”

It was almost completely dark out, but I could see his lips roll into a devilish grin when what I said registered in his brain. I lay back on the blanket and in a matter of seconds, his pants were off and he had a condom on, hovering at my opening. He tucked his arm under my head like a pillow and slowly pushed his cock inside me. It normally took me a second to adjust to the feeling, but tonight I was so wet and so ready that I started grinding back against him immediately. He sensed how close I was already and pushed in and out of me with a fast, hard rhythm. With each thrust of his hips, my backside rocked against the wood boards of the pier, creating a squeaking serenade over the quiet lake. His deep, low moans tickled my ear as he grew close too.

“God, Kacie. You feel so good.” He sounded erotically pained.

My fingers scratched against his back as he moved in me faster and faster. His hands curled around my shoulders, pulling me against him as he groaned loudly. The way he sounded when he came was just what I needed to push me over the edge. I called out over and over so loud, Brody tried to cover my face with his shoulder. His body went limp, laying on top of me while we caught our breath. After a minute, he rolled off of me and propped himself up on his elbow.

“I think I was too loud.” I panted, staring up at the stars.

Leaning over and kissing my shoulder, he laughed quietly. “Uh, you were definitely vocal.”

Throwing my arm over my face, I cringed internally. “I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s our pier, I told you. It’s magical.”





In the morning, I jumped out of bed before the sun was up and headed down to the kitchen. Kacie was sitting at the island, half-asleep and curled around her coffee cup.

“Good morning.” I kissed the top of her head.

She grunted back without looking up at me.

I laughed. “Little tired today, are we?”

“Beyond.” She blew on her steaming coffee and scoffed at me. “And I’m still mad about losing my favorite tank top.”

Last night, after laying on the pier, talking for hours, and having sex one more time, we got up to get dressed and one of us realized the other one accidentally tossed her tank top in the lake after he peeled it off of her. Knowing it was her favorite one, I felt bad, but the sight of her trying to cover herself as she ran up to the house was well worth the cost of a truckload of new tank tops. Of course, I couldn’t let her sneak through the house like that. Halfway up the yard, I took my T-shirt off and put it over her head. It was about eight sizes too big and went to her knees, but she’d never looked sexier.