The Lake House Had One Bed Left for Our Parents' Wedding Week, So I Shared It With My Soon-to-Be Stepbrother novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Six O'Clock at the Boathouse

At dawn in the boathouse loft Kate and Jack finish what the knock interrupted, and from the window she sees a curtain across the lawn drop.

The old sails were stiff and rough and smelled like salt and sun-baked canvas, and Jack's mouth was already on the inside of my thigh.

It was six past six.

The sun came through the loft slats in bars of gold, and the lake slapped at the pilings under the floor.

I had followed him up the ladder in my sleep shirt and a pair of shorts.

He had taken the shorts off me before I'd finished saying good morning.

Now I lay on my back on a stack of folded mainsails with my legs open and my hands knotted in his hair.

"Tell me what you want," he said against my skin.

"Your mouth."

"Where?"

"On my pussy, Jack. Now."

He smiled, and I felt it.

"That's what I like," he said. "A woman who knows."

He kissed me low on my belly, then lower, and then he parted me with his thumbs and looked.

He just looked.

It was the most obscene thing anyone had ever done to me, to be opened up and studied in the daylight.

I felt myself get wetter under his eyes.

"You're beautiful here," he said. "You know that? Pink and swollen and so wet for me already."

"Stop talking and use your tongue."

"Yes, ma'am."

He licked me from the bottom to the top in one slow, flat stroke, and my whole body lifted off the canvas.

"Oh, fuck."

"Mm."

He did it again.

His tongue was broad and warm and endlessly patient.

It circled my clit in a tight slow spiral that made my toes curl against the sailcloth.

I heard myself moaning, a loud, helpless, ragged sound I'd never made in my life.

Nobody was going to hear it.

The boathouse stood two hundred feet from the nearest bedroom window, and I let every sound out.

"That's it," he said, lifting his mouth for a breath. "Let me hear you. I want to hear everything."

He slid two fingers inside me and curled them up.

I cried out.

"Look how well you take it," he said, with his eyes on my face and his fingers moving in a slow, deep rhythm. "Look at you. You're so tight, and you're taking me right to the knuckle."

"Jack."

"Say it again."

"Jack, please."

"I love my name in your mouth."

He lowered his head and fastened his lips around my clit and sucked, gently.

The fingers inside me found the spot that made me see white.

"There! There, right there!"

"I know where."

"Don't you dare stop!"

He didn't.

He held the rhythm exactly where I needed it, tongue and fingers and the low hum in his throat.

The pressure built in my belly until my thighs were shaking on either side of his head.

I came with a shout that rang off the rafters.

It was a deep rolling orgasm that pulsed through my whole pelvis.

I rode his mouth through all of it with my hips lifting and my hand fisted in his dark hair.

He gentled his tongue and licked me through the aftershocks.

I was still twitching when he crawled up my body and kissed me.

I tasted myself on his mouth, salt and heat.

I pulled at his shirt until he sat up and dragged it over his head.

His chest was broad and lightly furred, tanned at the neck and pale below it.

I put both hands flat on his stomach and felt it jump.

"Take these off," I said, and hooked my fingers in his sweatpants.

He pushed them down, and his cock sprang free.

It was thick and long and already wet at the tip, and I stared at it with my mouth open.

"Kate."

"I'm looking."

"I can tell."

"It's allowed," I said, and wrapped my hand around him.

He hissed through his teeth.

He was hot and heavy in my palm.

I stroked him once from the base to the head and watched his stomach clench.

"Fuck," he said. "Slow down."

"Why?"

"Because I want to last long enough to make you come again."

"Then come inside me and do it anyway."

He lowered me back onto the sails and settled between my legs.

He took himself in his hand and rubbed the head through my wetness, slow and teasing, over my clit and back down, until I was lifting my hips to chase him.

"Say it," he said.

"Fuck me."

"Like that?"

"Jack, put your cock in me. Please."

He pushed in.

It was slow and thick and so full that I gasped, and he stopped halfway to let me stretch around him.

"Breathe," he said. "You're doing so well. A little more."

"More."

He sank in another inch, and another, until his hips were flush against mine and I was completely filled.

We both groaned.

"God, you feel incredible," he said. "You're so hot, and you're gripping me like you never want to let go."

"I don't."

He began to move.

It was slow, long strokes that dragged out almost to the tip and then pushed all the way back in.

Every one of them rubbed exactly where I needed it.

The sails shifted under us with a dry canvas whisper.

His forehead rested against mine, and his breath came hard against my lips.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked.

His green eyes were dark and heavy and fixed on my face.

He kept them there while he fucked me, slow and deep, as if he wanted to remember every expression I made.

"That's it," he whispered. "That's the face. I've been wanting to see that face since Monday."

"It was yesterday."

"It was a long day."

I laughed, and the laugh turned into a moan when he hitched my knee up over his hip and changed the angle.

Everything inside me lit up.

"Oh, there. Right there. Harder."

He gave it to me.

His hips snapped forward, and the sound of it echoed in the boathouse, wet and slapping.

I wrapped both legs around his waist and dug my heels into his back.

"You're perfect," he said, thrusting. "You take every inch. You feel so fucking good."

"Don't stop."

"Never."

My second orgasm came up through me slow and heavy.

I fell over it with his name in my mouth, clenching around his cock in long hard pulses.

"Kate," he said, and his voice broke. "Kate, I'm going to."

"Not yet."

I rolled him.

I pushed on his shoulders until he was on his back on the folded canvas and swung my leg over his hips.

He stared up at me.

"Let me," I said.

"Yes."

I reached down between us and took him in my hand and lowered myself onto him inch by inch.

The sun lit the top of my shoulders.

I took him in until I sat flush against his hips, and neither of us moved.

"God," he said. "Look at you."

I put my hands on his chest and started to ride him.

I went slowly at first, rolling my hips in long circles, feeling him hit every part of me.

His hands came up to grip my waist.

He didn't take control.

He let me set the pace, and he praised every change.

"That's it. Slow like that. Yes. Now faster. You're so good at this."

I sped up.

My breasts bounced under my shirt.

He pushed it up and over my head and tossed it onto the sails, and then he cupped both breasts in his hands and thumbed my nipples.

"Beautiful," he said. "Look at you on top of me with the sun on you. I'll never forget this."

"Touch me," I said. "My clit."

He slid his thumb down between us and found it.

The pressure of it, along with the fullness of him, pushed me straight to the edge.

"Harder."

"Like this?"

"Yes! Just like that!"

I rode him hard and fast, with my hands braced on his chest and my head thrown back.

The whole loft shook with it.

"Kate. Kate, I can't."

"Come for me," I said. "Come inside me."

His hips drove up once, twice, and his hands clamped on my thighs.

He came with a long deep groan, pulsing in me, and the heat of it set me off.

I came on top of him a third time, crying out, clenching around him until we were both shaking.

I collapsed forward onto his chest.

His arms folded around me.

His heart slammed under my cheek, and the lake slapped at the pilings.

Neither of us said anything for a long time.

"Well," said Jack at last, into my hair. "That was supposed to be better than last night."

"It was."

"Good."

I lifted my head to look at him, and he smoothed the hair off my face.

That was when I noticed the loft window.

It looked out across the lawn toward the lake house, small and gray in the early light.

On the second floor, one curtain was parted, and a figure stood behind it.

As I watched, the curtain dropped.

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