back and he unhooks my bra letting my breasts spring free. Feeling his hard cock underneath me, he doesn’t waste any time as his tongue reaches out and licks my hard nipple, sending shockwaves all the way to my core.
Within no time at all, we’re both on my bed butt naked and exploring one another’s body as if it’s the first time. I lick along Booker’s bright ab tattoos. I never used to love muscled men much, but as soon as I saw Booker I was hooked. I love all the dark lines he has etched into his body like he was carved out by the angels just for me. My hands run along his skin, wherever I can touch, and eventually, Booker is done teasing me and lifts me with no effort, sitting me down and digging his cock so gloriously deep. Still sitting on top of him, I rock back and forth, my head tilting back because it feels so fucking good.
I begin to bounce and my breast is taken into Booker’s mouth again, but it only adds to my sensations. I groan loudly as he swaps from one breast to the other and I feel Booker’s cock twitch, he loves it when I moan. Growling, he grips onto my waist and helps me bounce on his dick. My eyes roll back as my orgasm takes hold with Booker quickly following. He holds me as I grow weak from the explosion that just took over my body. His hands stroking me, causing goosebumps to spread as I sigh with contentment.
“Crystal?” I hear Tate shout and we both freeze.
“Shit,” I whisper, quickly standing, but my legs feel weak and I stumble. Booker reaches out and steadies me.
“Crystal!” Tate shouts again.
Booker rips off the condom, quickly getting rid of it and grabbing his clothes. I get dressed in record time and begin to panic.
“What do I do?” I ask him quietly.
“I’ll hide,” Booker answers, knowing that this isn’t how Tate should find out about us.
I open the window to let some fresh air in, as I hear Tate’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Reaching around I pick up my perfume bottle and spray because the room is bound to smell of sex. Hiding down at the side of my bed, Booker is half under it and half out because he’s so fucking big.
I grab a random book from my shelf, put on my headphones and try to act as normal as I can on my bed. The door springs open, and Tate pops his head in, rolling his eyes when he sees me.
“No wonder you didn’t hear me,” he says as he moves in closer and rips my headphones from my ears.
“What’s up?” I ask. Well aware Booker is lying so close.
“Was checking in on you is all,” he answers. “Booker left?”
“Do you see him here?” I laugh, hiding my guilt.
Tate smiles. “Okay, well, I’m taking Suzy out. But lock the door behind me, yeah? I could have been anyone coming in here.”
“Will do.” I nod, watching him leave. When it’s safe, I look down at Booker and laugh. “You don’t look ridiculous at all.”
Booker gets up, a frown on his face. “We have to tell him Crys because I’m being a shit friend.”
“I know.” I lower my head, the guilt of lying eating me up. I want him to know, and I don’t enjoy lying to everyone, but I’m scared about how everything will change. The relationship between Booker and my brother especially, but most of all there is Troy to consider. I can’t have him finding out, he’d kill me out of jealousy for sure.
Chapter Eleven
“So, you and Booker?” asks Lacey looking as shocked as the rest of them.
I’m sitting with the girls at a restaurant—Roxie decided she needed to get out and Lacey suggested some dinner. Now here we all are and I thought it was the perfect place to let them know about Booker and me. Now that we’re a couple, I had to tell the girls and I figured they’d be on my side when Tate finds out.
“Are you okay with it?” I ask them.
“Of course,” Roxie answers.
“It seems like it’s come from nowhere, but why would we have a problem?” asks Paige.
“We’re all friends,” I add, slightly shrugging my
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