Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I collapse against him, pressing my face against his shirt, inhaling his musky scent as my body begins to shift in time with him.
Instincts are guiding me again, making me push my hips down, seeking out more of the sweltering intimacy.
Everything is so hot.
I can follow the pleasure and move with him as my hands tighten against his back. I’m clinging on like I never want us to separate. I want to stay in this moment, so we don’t have to face the consequences of it.
“You’re so close,” he snarls. “I can feel it. You’re going to cream for me, Brooke. You’re going to do what you should’ve at the party.”
“Y-yes, yes,” I try to say, but the words come out jumbled and breathy.
Something’s happening completely different from the times I’ve imagined Banner. The feeling is nothing like having my hand between my legs.
There’s something borderline magical about it, how much more intense it feels, all with the knowledge it’s Banner, my crush, who’s making me want to scream.
My dad’s best man.
But even as that thought fires into my mind, the orgasm detonates inside of me.
My legs tremble, my mouth opens and a moan of euphoria escapes me.
I moan into his chest, his muscles pushing against my face, but it’s still too loud.
I can’t stop. I can’t think.
There’s only the feeling, the fact of what we’re doing.
Noises fill the air as more wetness floods out of me, his hand pumping, slick against my soaked folds and clit.
The orgasm keeps going, and suddenly seconds, hours, or years don’t even matter.
I have my wish.
This is all that exists, the ecstasy surging through every part of me, not just my pussy now.
My chest. My heart.
The orgasm pumps like a heartbeat, my veins alight, my entire being aflame as he moves his hand with even more carnal urgency.
And then, finally, it passes, feeling like it’s over way too soon. So all that stuff about time standing still seems silly.
I wish I could take this moment back, live in it forever, as he slows the movement of his hand down, sensing my release is over.
But when I moan, he makes a husky noise of possession, and then he starts to move his hand away.
“Fucking hell,” he says passionately. “Are you going to come again for me?”
“I think….”
I stop when I hear the raised voice. It’s Aunt Cynthia and Uncle Clive, and his voice is raised.
“It’s just beautiful, this whole island. I know they didn’t film Lord of the Rings here, but New Zealand, everything about it…beautiful, isn’t it? An absolute marvel.”
“Yes, it is.” I can hear Cynthia’s smile in her voice. I bet it’s the familiar one, the way she always smiles when Clive talks with enthusiasm. “It really is magical. And Gil is so happy.”
“He deserves it,” Clive says, passing close by us.
Without discussing it, Banner and I crouch down, hidden behind the rock. He’s removed his hand from my shorts, and I quickly button them up.
It turns this whole thing from exciting to seedy, driving home how wrong this is, how evil.
Dad’s happy…yeah unless he finds out about this.
Clive and Cynthia walk by, slowly moving out of earshot.
I stand, feeling like I have to do something, to run away from this man when all I want is to run toward him. I end up doing neither, moving from foot to foot, staring up at him, and waiting for answers.
But I know the answers.
Should we be doing this?
No.
Should we do it ever again?
Nope.
Do I want to?
Yes, yes, yes.
Banner frowns, looking at me with his intense eyes narrowed. It’s like he hates me for what we did, as if he blames me. His expression has changed so much.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He steps forward, staring hard, his jaw clenched.
“You’re sorry?” he snaps.
I nod, taking a step back.
CHAPTER 6
Banner
“It’s not your fault,” I tell her, wishing I was two people so I could kick the other’s ass, and I don’t even care if that makes no sense.
They almost caught us. Cynthia would’ve surely told her brother what she’d found.
And then what?
The wedding erupts. My friendship is over.
And even now, I want to kiss my woman again and touch her. My fingers are soaked with her release. My instincts are telling me to kiss her again.
I turn away, running a hand through my hair.
“It’s not?” she says. “You looked pretty pissed.”
“Not at you.” I glance at my woman, taking in her hair, messy from her orgasm, the blush in her cheeks. “At…myself. The whole situation. The unfairness of it.”
“Unfairness?”
“Why do you have to be Gil’s daughter?”
She laughs dryly. “Yeah, I get that. I wish you weren’t his best man. But at the same time, I know how much Dad cares about you. I know how much you two support each other. You’ve been friends since before I was born.”