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  “Honestly I don’t really know where my head is. That whole thing isn’t me. Domestic life. Monogamy. A girlfriend. I don’t think I’d be good at those sorts of things, not even if I gave it an attempt. I don’t know too much about Paisley’s story, but from what I do know, she deserves someone who can give her all that.” If looks could kill, my sister would have just finished me off. She sits upright and the heap of covers she’s buried beneath shoots up with the spring action.

  “That might have been the stupidest thing you’ve ever said! Do you not realize you’ve already done the domestic life? Burke, you took me when I was ten and raised me. You turned your whole life around and have done everything to make my life better and happier for the last eleven years. You can’t possibly think you aren’t capable of those things?” Teagan is red in the face and talking a mile a minute. I have to concentrate extra hard on the syllable of each word to even make out what she’s saying to me. Is a forever with a girl like Paisley something I’ve thought about? Not really, but meeting Paisley does make it seem more plausible. However, what she described and what I have to give are two different things.

  “That was totally different and you know it, Teagan. No offense, because I’d do every second of it over again, but I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. You were a kid, my sister, with no place to go. And I can’t even count the number of mistakes I made while you were growing up. I handled it, but I did so stumbling along.”

  “You’re more than that. Get your head out of your ass and your heart in the game, Burke. If you don’t, then you’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. Listen to your wise baby sister on this one, and man up!”

  She’s getting way ahead of herself. I fucked a girl. I do it all the time. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that. Who the hell knows? I’ve spent one night with Paisley and a handful of random interactions. She wasn’t lingering around this morning for very long. The two of us would be nothing but gas and fire together. Especially with the shit storm swarming around us.

  “Good talk. What would I do without my insanely smarter little sister to keep me in check?” I shift to move and get off the bed. Feelings time is over. I need a beer.

  “You forgot better-looking!” Laughing at her remark, I tear the covers from her bed in an attempt to annoy her before I leave the room. That’s what big brothers do.

  It’s barely dinner time and already so much has been packed into the daylight hours. I could go for some food. The only thing I’ve ingested today is Paisley’s sweet arousal and the coffee this morning. Not that I’m complaining. I’d start every day with her taste on my tongue. I guess it isn’t as difficult to picture every day in terms of watching her writhe in ecstasy with my mouth on her as it is for the full picture of forever. Then, I picture the way Teagan would smack me in the back of the head if she ever heard me say that thought aloud.

  I hit the jackpot when I find some pizza from yesterday wrapped in tin foil, and I head out to the deck to eat. Two slices disappear quickly, and with my stomach somewhat satisfied, I start the third and final piece while my mind once again pulls toward thoughts of Paisley, as well as the conversation I had with Teagan. Staying away from her isn’t an option. She’s part of what’s happening whether we want her to be or not. But if that weren’t a factor, would I want to spend time with her?

  Without a second of hesitation, the answer to that is yes. I want more after tasting her, feeling her explode around my cock, and not being able to get her off my mind. One fuck with Paisley isn’t an option. Her sweet cunt is like an addiction. One I’m not willing to give up yet.

  My legs lounge out in front of me, my bare feet rest on the table top like a barbarian. Half the last slice of pizza still rests on the tin foil placed on my stomach as my hand reaches for my phone in my pocket. I text Teagan and ask for Paisley’s phone number. She answers quickly with the number and adds, “Atta boy!”

  Burke: Hey, It’s Burke. What’re you doing?

  In under a minute, my phone buzzes with her response.

  Paisley: Stalker much? I’m touching myself and thinking about you, of course.

  Whoa! Wait . . . what? This woman is cruel if she’s bluffing, which she probably is, but that doesn’t stop me from picturing her doing exactly as she says.

  Burke: Really? Send pics.

  Paisley: No, not really. I’m looking over a magazine after a nap.

  Damn. Well, a man can dream, right? I’d already shamelessly touched myself with thoughts of her before even knowing how great the real thing is.

  Burke: Was your roommate worried?

  Paisley: Um . . . no.

  Cryptic. I didn’t take her friend/sister/roommate as the type to be overly concerned with anything. With all honesty, from an outsider’s view, she seems to only look out for herself. Everything about her screams self-absorbed. They claim each other as family, but the two of them don’t seem to have a strong bond.

  Burke: No?

  Paisley: More like mad.

  That sounds more accurate than picturing her worried about Paisley. Besides, I’ve hardly spent any time with her, and it’s obvious she’s more than capable of taking care of herself. I’m sure in all the years they have known each other, Braelyn knows too.

  Burke: Did you guys get in a fight?

  Paisley: You could say that.

  I don’t like where this is going or Paisley’s vague answers.

  Burke: Where’s she now?

  Paisley: At the apartment, I assume.

  Burke: You assume?

  Paisley: She kicked me out.

  What the fuck? Can she even do that? Don’t they have a rental agreement of sorts? Why would they get into a fight bad enough for Braelyn to even attempt to kick her out?

  Burke: WHAT? Where are you?

  Paisley: A hotel.

  Burke: WHICH HOTEL?

  Paisley: Calm down.

  Calm down? Is she serious?

  Burke: Just tell me what hotel. Now.

  Paisley sends one last text, telling me the name of the hotel. I don’t bother replying to her. She isn’t in a great area of town or in decent accommodations. She isn’t spending the night there, and I’m on my way to tell her so.

  Paisley

  My nap was amazing. I passed right out and slept for almost two hours without even stirring. I think my body really needed it. My eyes are only open for fifteen minutes or so when I get a text from Burke, who is the last person I expect to hear from today. Okay, maybe Braelyn is the least expected, but either way I don’t expect to hear from him. I’m not ashamed to admit it’s more than a little disappointing when the text tone of my phone has gone silent.

  I’m not a girl to be swept away by a man. I’m not a romantic. I don’t fantasize about fairy tales. Prince Charming hasn’t been in the forefront of my mind since I was a little girl, and I don’t dream about perfect dates, kisses, or romantic gestures. Not that there is anything wrong with being a girl like that, it just isn’t me.

  I guess I have always assumed things like that would happen in my future, but in a more realistic way. I would meet someone I was compatible with, we would get along well, and then the rest would fall into place, complete with all the ups and downs to go with it. Lust, passion, and chemistry are things I never factored into the equation. I’m not saying one night with Burke has turned me into that dreamer girl, but there’s an excitement I’ve never felt before.

  Earlier, when I saw it was him texting me, I felt my insides clench, the butterflies in my stomach as well as between my legs fluttered to life. When we’re in the same room, the reaction is all-consuming, and everything that is him occupies all my focus. My skin feels electric from a simple touch from him. His hard eyes, which were once intimidating, make me feel bold and wanted from a single glance. It’s powerful and also the scariest thing I’ve ever experienced.

  I tell myself I’m not the girl who is starry eyed, but I’m sitting around wondering why he stopped texting me. Thi
s isn’t me. Scolding myself for being overly dramatic, I reopen the magazine I was looking through pre-Burke text and attempt to get my mind off him. I manage to read a single sentence before my phone alerts me of a new text, and I can’t get across the room fast enough. Okay, maybe I’m that girl, just for today.

  Burke: Room number?

  Paisley: 209. Why?

  I wait, but nothing else comes. Is Burke here? Why else would he need my room number? But why would he come? A loud banging at my door causes me to jump out of my seat. I look through the peephole in the door to confirm who it is. I laugh at my absurdity—who else would it be? Burke is standing on the other side of the door looking tired and impatient as he waits for the door to open. He’s here to see me and that part has me giddy.

  “Damn it, Paisley. Open the door!”

  I might have taken more than a quick glance through the peephole and got a little carried away with looking at him. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, I unlatch the chain lock before opening the door.

  Burke stands there tall and brooding. Without the door in the way of my view of him, I take a second opportunity to appreciate him. He wears dark jeans with a fitted blue tee. He has Chucks on his feet and a ball cap on his head. He’s male perfection if I’ve ever seen it. My eyes travel up the length of his body before they finally reach his own, which are light with amusement.

  “Hi.” I’m a wordsmith today, it seems. He looks so good, and that fries my brain. His responding chuckle is deep and hoarse.

  “Hello.” In that one word there are an undercurrent of unsaid thoughts laced with a teasing tone, and I blush. First with the butterflies, then the waiting around for my phone to buzz, and now the blushing? What’s this man doing to my previously perfectly functioning brain?

  “Do you want to come in?” There you go, Paisley. A perfectly formed, full sentence. Good job! I move aside to allow him access to the room.

  “Yeah, but we aren’t staying.”

  He makes his way in, taking the time to look around the small space. I take advantage while he faces away to give his backside the same attention I did his front. The definition in his muscles shows through his fitted shirt. Best of all, his jeans hug his ass magnificently. He has the perfect ass for a man. Like everything on his body, it’s toned and defined but has some meat to it too, which most men lack. He turns to face me, and I lose the glorious view.

  “Come here.”

  His commanding tone makes me want to obey and rebel all at once. No one has told me what to do for a very long time, but the truth is that I want to be closer to him. I move toward him, obeying like I never thought I would. The second I’m within his reach, he grabs me and hoists me up, leaving me little choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. I could get used to this kind of greeting. With a gentle touch, he moves the stray hairs from in front of my face, tucking them behind my ears. His hands slowly linger as they brush down the back of my head, continue down my spine, and land on my ass. With a firm grasp, he squeezes the cheeks before his feet move. He leans his face toward mine as my back hits the wall with just enough force to get my motor running. His lips make contact with mine, and the fight with Brae and having no place to live temporarily wash away.

  His kiss is firm and commanding but soft at the same time. He takes his time enjoying the kiss and then gently adds his tongue into the mix. My hands roam his back, across the definition of hard muscle. His lips journey to my neck, and I savor the feeling of each kiss, lick, and bite he gives me as I allow him more access to my skin. I’m more than a little worked up. My panties are drenched. I’m squirming against him to try to get some friction to go along with the wondrous things his mouth is doing to me.

  Burke pulls back, and as his hands leave me, I tighten my hold on his waist with my legs in fear that I’ll fall, which makes him smile. He couldn’t look any hotter. His hands go to my knees and skim the fabric of my pants upward until he gets to the hem of my shirt. His warm fingers graze my stomach as he pauses for a brief second before he pulls the shirt up and over my head. His lips return, this time paying attention to the swell of my breasts. He unclasps my bra with expertise I don’t want to think about. It falls from between us and onto the floor. My head tilts back against the wall as my body arches, and he takes my nipple into his mouth.

  Burke seems content working slowly up to the big show. It’s the best kind of agonizing torture. The tease of what’s to come has me wanting to pull away from him, quickly strip, and get down to business so I can once again feel him inside me.

  My body is on sensory overload from the feel of his hands and lips on my skin, the press of his hips between my legs, and the satisfied noises he makes as I bend to his will. His masculine scent is wrapped around me, the smell of the stale hotel room long gone from my senses. The best part is that I can see everything in the light of my room. I see his eyes on me, the marks his teeth leave on my skin, and every goose bump he leaves in his wake.

  Slowly, my body slides down the wall while he releases me from his grasp. My feet gracefully hit the floor as Burke bends and gets down to his knees. His hands pull at the elastic on my pants. For someone who has been on the slow and steady pace, he is in a rush as he removes my leggings, bringing my panties with them and discarding them both somewhere within the room behind us. His hands caress the inside of my legs, starting at my ankle and making their way up. With a hand on either leg, he pushes so my feet move farther apart.

  When I’m how he wants me, the tips of his fingers dig into my skin, sending a tremor through me. His eye’s flash with want, and he strengthens the already firm hold his hands have on my thighs as he brings his mouth to my pussy. “Your taste has been on my mind all Goddamn day. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

  I know the feeling. He’s taken over my thoughts as well. It’s good to know I’m not the only one suffering from insanity. He moves one of my legs to rest over his shoulder, giving himself better access to me. Then his mouth is on me, and I shamelessly push against him, my hands fumbling for something to hold on to as he lets out a sound of approval.

  His hands move to my ass, and he squeezes and rubs every inch of my backside. His rough palms are a great contrast to the exploration he’s doing with his mouth. One of his hands spreads the cheeks of my ass as the other travels to an area never discovered by another person before. His eyes lift to mine, his mouth never leaving me. His hand continues toward uncharted territory. With his mouth still on me, his tongue still swirling, he asks for approval for what he’s doing. While the idea of experimenting with that never seemed appealing before, I can’t help but want to try anything and everything with Burke. I nod, but add in, “I’ve never. Be gentle. I don’t know if I’ll like it.” His eyes tell me he understands.

  One single finger rests on the forbidden hole, and he applies a tiny amount of pressure and a circular motion without actually penetrating. My knees threaten to give out and suddenly I can’t bring air into my lungs fast enough. I want to watch him, but my eyes close and my head drops back against the wall as a moan of pleasure pours from my lips. His eyes watch me intently looking for any signs of discomfort or trepidation. So far, he gets neither from me.

  “Fuck, Paisley. You’re so wet for me.”

  Burke latches his mouth onto my clit and sucks. At the same time, he pushes the tip of his finger into my ass. The pressure from that and the soft suction of his mouth causes me to go over the edge. His finger stays still inside me, only giving me a taste for my first time, but the sensation is overwhelming. I’ve never experienced an orgasm like this one. My body shakes and whimpers of pleasure erupt from my mouth. The effects travel throughout my whole body, and I’m pretty sure that if Burke let go of me, I would fall to the ground.

  Burke doesn’t retreat, though. He stays there with his mouth on me, and his finger in me, humming softly as he laps the evidence of my orgasm. I manage to peel my eyes open enough to look at him, and the sight has my core tightening again. His eyes ar
e closed, and he looks to have enjoyed that as much as I did. Even if I don’t think that’s in any way possible.

  He takes his mouth from me and opens his eyes. This turns him on. His eyes are filled with lust as he removes his finger from my ass and rises from his knees. Once again he lifts me, and I think he’s going to take me right against the wall, but then he turns and strides to the edge of the unmade bed before tossing me down on the mattress. Burke pulls me by my ankles so my ass is on the edge with my knees bent, and then he spreads my legs apart, exposing me. I tilt up on my elbows to watch his every move.

  He rids himself of his clothes then quickly retrieves a condom from his wallet. I can’t help feeling a pang of jealousy that I’m not the one to strip him, but the sight of him bare in front of me works wonders for pushing that thought aside. He stands between my legs and runs his finger against my sex, finding me slick from my orgasm minutes ago. He doesn’t hesitate to line his cock up with my opening. This time there is no teasing or waiting as he plunges deep within me in one movement. My legs wrap around his waist in a move I’ve done more times than I can count today, and I pull him deeper within me.

  “God, Paisley. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy feels so good around my cock.”

  This is what I’ve been waiting for since he teased me earlier. The feel of him inside me, moving in and out, and the words telling me how good I make him feel are a storm of perfection. His hips move at a steady pace, but more slowly than our first time together. The angle and even strokes allow him to go much deeper, and the feel of him so deep inside me drives me crazy.

  “Yes, Burke!” I’ve never been particularly outspoken during sex, but being with him makes me want to tell him over and over again how good he makes me feel. If only I could actually form more than a few words. “So good.”