Here's the Blurb:
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends…and one hot brother-in-law who won’t stay out of her fantasies.
When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And, if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex-starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
We cooked companionably together, but there was an underlying tension. And everything we said seemed to take on a sexual or intimate connotation.
We were clearing the table when the phone rang.
“Hello?… Yes, this is Mike.”
His shocked gaze shot to mine. His mouth dropped open for a split second before he spoke into the receiver. “Well, yes, I’d be happy to.”
He covered the mouthpiece. “I need a pen and paper,” he rasped, pointing to the counter.
I pounced on them and rushed them back to him. He kept looking at me with wide eyes.
I watched him write down a name and an email address. Then he wrote the words ‘Hot Rod’.
I smiled and nodded.
“Yes, I’ll do that right away. Thank you.”
He slowly replaced the phone then turned to face me. “Hot Rod. Hot Rod magazine wants to see some of my stuff!” He shook his head and laughed a little, right before he scooped me up into the biggest bear hug I’d ever been given. I laughed out loud as we whirled around.
“And why is it you don’t seem surprised by this, Hailey? What did you do?”
“I told you other people would see your talent.”
“How did you do this?”
“I haven’t done anything but create some buzz. You’re the one that’s going to dazzle them.”
He laughed. I hadn’t seen him this happy in a long time.
“Excited?” I asked, still laughing.
“Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. Excited, daunted, psyched, impatient and scared shitless. How can I ever thank you?”
“You just did.”
He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.
I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.
His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.
The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.
“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. You have reached Cheryl and Mike… Leave a message at the tone…
His fingers splayed into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me.
He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”
My mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure as I palmed the full solid length of his cock. He thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as he did the same with his middle finger inside my pussy. I rocked my hips forward, taking it deeper, demanding more. He slid another finger inside me so maddeningly slowly that I growled with impatience. It was so excruciatingly pleasurable that it burned. He increased the tempo, moving harder and faster, his curled knuckles slapping against my hungry pussy. His thumb butted up against my clit and I almost couldn’t stand the friction grazing the sensitive nub. I gasped, wrapping my hands around the edge of the counter, holding on.
He froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whimpered weakly on a half sob, my body continuing to moving over his hand even though he had stilled.
Using the fingers of his other hand, he separated my lips, exposing my burning clit to the air. I gasped at this delectable new sensation. It was as if he knew how tender he was making me feel, and he knew exactly what to do to make it better. He began to stroke his fingers inside me again, finding the same tempo and rhythm I liked. It felt incredible. The pistoning action created a slight breeze as his other fingers held my lips open, exposing my aching bud to the cool air. It felt almost like someone blowing softly on it. It felt so fucking good it made me a crazy, frantic ball of violent need, centred solely on one purpose. I was going to come in his hand.
“Mike… You home?” I froze at the sound of Cheryl’s voice on the answering machine.
Mike’s panicked gaze met mine. I was caught in suspended animation. On the edge of ecstasy, yet frozen with guilt.
“I know you have to be there… Pick up.”
His eyes darted between me and the phone. I pushed at his hips, telling him to move back. As he did, his talented fingers slipped from my insatiable pussy. “Get it.” I felt almost angry with disappointment, strung tightly as a bow, waiting for any little sensation to splinter me into a million spasming pieces. My skin skittered with tiny pulses.
He was undecided for a split second before answering.
I hopped down off the counter, gathered my top and slid into it.
“Hello.” His voice sounded strangely deep.
I pulled my jeans back into place and quivered when the seam touched my sensitive clit. I pulled up the zipper and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation the buzzing vibration created.
“No, I was outside when I heard the phone ring,” he lied. She must have noticed how out of breath he was.
“No, I’m not up to anything. I was just getting my gear outta the truck.”
Lies, all lies. Her voice rose. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I knew she was irritated. That was my cue. I caught his attention and thumbed towards the door, mouthing, “I’m gonna go.”
He gave me a look of disappointment, guilt and apology and I silently let myself out.
Hope you enjoyed this naughty snip.
Get Swap while you still can!