Seven Brothers of Sin - Page 3

And that smile. Oh god, that smile. Mattie or Matt, whatever his name is, reaches out a hand, smirking as his eyes travel the length of my body. I get goosebumps at just this tiny interaction. My nipples go rock hard, chafing against my bathing suit top. His eyes stop there, knowing and teasing.

But he doesn’t give anything away.

“Hi there, Macy,” comes a growl, that voice a sexy, husky sound that makes me ache between my legs.

“Um, hi?” I say, more of a question than a statement.

He grins, teeth sparkling, white and straight, and strides over to my mom, who’s fussing at the grill.

“How in the world?” she asks, frustrated.

But Matt’s got it under control. In two seconds, he’s got the barbecue going, gas hissing evenly as the flames flicker.

I can barely take my eyes off him, but that wouldn’t work. So seeing nothing, I turn away blindly, nodding as Mrs. Morgan chats away. Oh god, Matt is so hot. Unbelievably arousing, with muscles and a bronzed body that makes my insides warm.

More guests arrive and I feel more and more uncomfortable in my tiny bikini. There’s my slipping suit, for sure. The horny old bastard who lives three houses down keeps dropping things and asking me to pick them up. I oblige the first few times, but after that, no way. I’m not giving him any more peeks.

But even more, it’s an awareness of Matt Morgan. I can sense where he is, even without looking, like there’s a live wire running between us. So to cool down, I jump into the pool and manage to doggy paddle a little, splashing water here and there.

But when I finally catch my breath, hanging onto the cement edge, who’s there but Matt Morgan treading water, looking every bit like a male model with that bronzed chest and penetrating blue eyes.

“Hey there,” he drawls. “Nice doggy paddle you got going.”

I blush. Even with a pool at home, I could never manage anything more advanced. Me and water … well, let’s just say I’ll never be a mermaid.

“Um thanks,” I mumble shyly. “Thanks.”

Why am I so tongue-tied? But those blue eyes gleam at me, his huge body powerful even at ease.

“Yeah, real nice,” he drawls. “But I think you lost something.”

He raises his eyebrows and tilts his head at my chest.

I look down and gasp. Yes, both breasts are bobbing in the water, huge and creamy, giant white buoys. I grab the material and try to rearrange the cloth to cover as much as possible. Meanwhile, Matt just sits there and grins, enjoying the show.

Finally decent again, I look back up at him, flustered. Why oh why does this have to be happening in front of the hottest guy I’ve ever met? Why me, God? Why?

But Matt shows no mercy.

“Please, please dive off the diving board so I can see your bottoms fall off as well,” he drawls then.

Oh my god! He’s got to be kidding!

“I’m sorry?” comes my stammer.

That grin grows even wider, flashing even white teeth.

“Hey, ain’t nothing wrong with admiring a gorgeous view,” he drawls once more, pushing off from the wall, a tide of water swelling my way. “Nothin’ wrong with appreciating god-given beauty.”

I goggle, unable to say a word, staring as he swims away like a fish. But in a flash, the man’s back, now only inches away, taking up my field of vision.

“Feel my dick if you don’t believe me,” he rasps so that only I can hear. Matt’s breath is hot and exciting, warm waves emanating from that huge form. “I’m hard as a rock.”

I should be offended right? Guys shouldn’t talk to me that way, it’s over the top and lewd. But for some reason, I’m excited. Maybe it’s because I’ve never been with a man before, much less touched any male anatomy. Maybe it’s because this particular alpha is incredibly magnetic, those blue eyes boring into mine.

And as if in a dream, he reaches through the aquamarine water and grabs my hand, guiding it over. I don’t even look down, unable to move. But my fingers feel, and sure enough, there’s a large, stiff rod beneath his shorts, burning my hand. Oh my god, oh my god. I gasp aloud, breasts heaving.

The air’s coming out of my lungs in pants now, cheeks flushed despite the cool water. My pussy aches with arousal and I don’t know what to say, completely tongue-tied. I should get out of the pool. I should go hide out. I should scream, at the very least.

But instead, I just look back at Matt, brown eyes wide, boobs bobbing in the liquid between us. And then my fingers move on their own. They slowly squeeze his dick, testing that hardness, before letting go. He grunts, eyes flaring, hips jerking involuntarily, growing even stiffer under my hand.

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