Lit Up by My Brother’s Best Friend (Lit Creek #1)

Chapter 5

SIERRA

“I’m sorry for that.” He’s pulling away, and I get it. I just forced him into an intimate situation that he wasn’t expecting.

“No need to apologize for that.”

“Well,” he scratches his jaw, “sorry for unloading my deepest secrets on you.”

I can hear the levity in his tone, but I know he’s not lying. “I’m glad you did. I’m glad you feel like you can share things with me.”

He doesn’t reply. He just looks at me like he’s hungry. Like I’ve got something that he wants but he can’t have it. And I don’t understand the look except that I’m pretty sure I’m giving it right back to him.

And then his look is gone. “Since you’ve been good enough to share my burden. I should return the favor.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about spin the bottle.”

Shit. What? He wants to kiss me? That hunger was for a kiss? Oh my God. I’m freaking out. Where the hell is my lipchap—

“You should play with Brady. Even though it would just be for fun. You should do it.”

Oh. Of course that’s what he meant. “I would. But that might be awkward. ”

“Nothing like that should be awkward in a relationship.”

“We broke up.”

He chokes on something. I hope it’s not an M&M. Oh my God. I don’t know CPR.

“Are you alright?”

“Yup.” He coughs a couple of more times. Then when he’s done coughing, he asks, “When did you break up?”

“A few months ago.”

“Months? How did I not know about this?”

“Truthfully, I wasn’t ready for the whole town to know about it. You know how it is in Lit Creek. I just needed some time to process it.”

He just nods along, so I keep talking. “It was almost a decade that we were together.”

“I know.” Those two words hang heavy in the air. Not like his words earlier when he was trying to dismiss what I was saying. Nope. These words are acting as though they’ve been burdened for a while.

“Anyway, we’re done. I think it’s been over for a while. Since he went away for his ketchup chip videos.”

“Oh yes. Those. I couldn’t get past the fingerlicking.”

A chuckle escapes my mouth. “Yes. That…well…that’s something no one should have to endure.”

“Agreed.” And then he grabs his not even half empty bottle of coke and plops himself on the ground. Then he pats the space across from him. “Sit.”

“What?”

“We’re playing spin the bottle, Sierra.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to check off some Never Have I Evers. And I’ve been dying to kiss you for way too long. ”

“You have?” My voice squeaks out.

He nods his head and his eyes are smoldering. They’re literally shooting flames at me that are heating up my insides. I sit down across from him and grin.

“Who spins first?” I ask.

“Ladies first,” he holds out the bottle, and I take it. It’s so silly, but I’m giddy. I spin the bottle and the tip points to the empty space between us. Just my luck.

“My turn,” his voice has dropped an octave and a half, and my insides have melted. When he spins the bottle, it lands on me.

“C’mere,” he says, grabbing my thighs with his big strong hands. He’s leaning against the couch and pulling me onto his lap. My hands are on his shoulders. And oh my God, my dreams are about to come true.

His hands are nestled around my head pulling me closer to his lips. An inch away, he stops. He licks his bottom lip and stares down at my mouth. And I know he wants this as much as I do.

I lean in and brush my lips against his. A low groan emerges from him as he takes my mouth with his. I can feel his restraint. His desire. The heat between us is already making me sweat. I just want to rub myself against him, but I don’t want to be overeager.

His lips are so soft. So inviting. I slide my hand down to his chest and then it’s like a firecracker goes off.

“God, I want you,” he murmurs.

“I want you too, Hunter.” I kiss his jaw. His hands fly to my hips. To steady me. To move me. I don’t know yet. It’s a vise-like grip and it feels so good. To have him desire me like this.

“I’m dying to taste how sweet you are,” he whispers into my ear.

“Then kiss me again.”

“I want to.” He tugs on my jeans. “Here.”

Oh.

My.

God.

His words are tied like strings around my nipples. And that tie doesn’t stop there, it meanders all the way down to my pussy. I’m aching for him. My nipples tingle and I can feel that my panties are already wet.

“So,” he trails kisses down my neck, “can I?”

How have I not already answered him with a trumpeting yes. God, yes.

“Mhmm,” I squeak out.

Then he’s laying me on the couch and undoing my jeans. Now he’s crawling over me and his hands are exposing me. I’m naked. It’s not fair that he’s fully clothed. But before I can give voice to that complaint, he reaches behind his neck and drags his t-shirt over his head.

He kisses my thighs and I shudder at the soft feel of stubble on his jaw. My whole body is lit up by this man. This is going to be so damn good.