Scotch on the Rocks (The Macabe Brothers, #2)

by Elliot Fletcher

Just when I thought my heart was about to explode, she stood. “Get on your knees.”

“Don’t stop this time,” she ordered, her thighs wrapping impossibly tighter. “Didn’t plan to – that’s right, fucking suffocate me, Juniper.” What a way to go.

I laughed and she stroked my hair back in a way only a mother could. Then I remembered, “Heather … I think a guy jerked off in these sheets.” Heather shrieked in horror, and we leapt to our feet, brushing at our clothes as though we’d had front row seats to the semen party. Then we were laughing. So hard I had to swipe away a different set of tears.

Turned on to the point of no return, I’d swiftly excused myself to stroke one out in her bathroom, surrounded by bottles of perfume and body lotion that smelled just like her. Well aware of my crisis, Juniper had hovered outside the door, teasingly offering encouragement. Barely uttering the words, “Want me to choke on it, big boy?” before I exploded with a hoarse cry.

But this was Callum. So I tilted my head and said, “You want me to crawl?” His jaw pulsed, like he was worried he’d said too much. “On occasion.” “And when I’m not on my hands and knees?” “Then I’ll be the one crawling.” My pulse pounded in my ears, the moment sliding from sweet to sensual in a single heartbeat. “Prove it.” His nostrils flared but he offered no complaint as he held his ribs and slowly lowered to his knees, eyes on mine. I got off on every moment of it, the knowledge no other woman had ever had him this way.

She laughed too and it lit up my insides. “Callum?” “Aye, sweetheart?” “You forgot to ask which colour today.” My hand curled around the phone, barely stifling my groan. I swear this woman would be the death of me. “What colour?” “None.” I was already reaching for my keys, swinging the surgery door open with a crash that made Kelly jump. “I’m taking a long lunch.” I didn’t pause for her acknowledgement, ducking out onto the high street and turning my attention back to Juniper. “Don’t hang up the phone and get back into bed.” “Already there,” she hummed and I picked up my pace. “I’ve just been waiting for you.”