Swoon

by Lauren Rowe

Swoon.

If they were attached to anyone else but Logan’s little sister, I’d already have hit on Amy, hard, with the intention of getting those perfect beauties out of that push-up bra and straight into my hungry mouth, as soon as possible. In fact, the minute I laid eyes on Amy in the church, before I knew who she was, I thought, “Here’s hoping that Uber driver was right about bridesmaids being hella horny.”

Adrenaline floods my veins. An acute sense of protectiveness. Or is this jealousy

But more importantly, the young, insecure teen inside me felt like Rocky Balboa at the top of those famous steps.

“I can make you come, baby,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear. “Any way I want to do it, easy as pie. Over and over again—with my fingers, tongue, and cock—you’d be my puppet, and I’d be pulling your strings.”

Colin opens my thighs, camps himself between them, and begins kissing and nipping at the sensitive flesh around my panties. And when I begin moaning like crazy with anticipation, he finally slides his hand inside the fabric, but without taking my undies off, and dips a couple fingers inside me, making me growl with pleasure.

And last but not least, I’m gonna spy on you with a rock-hard boner while you tell Kendrick Cook there’s been a change of plans.”

“Breathe,” I whisper, looking up at her. “Relax and breathe. Grab my hair while I’m eating you, if you’re feeling it. Dig your nails into my shoulders, if that’s what you want to do. You can’t hurt me. Scream as loudly as you want, Amy. You can’t embarrass yourself. Whatever feels good, whatever turns you on, do it. As long as it’s real and honest and not a performance for me, that’s what I want out of you.”

But the truth is I’m only a man—a mortal one with a very mortal cock.

“There’s no quota on dreams,” I say. “As far as I’m concerned, they can be infinite.”

“It’s time, Amy O’Brien—time for you to experience The Sure Thing.”

But I can’t help what I feel! I’m Jacob the Werewolf when he sees Baby Renesmee!”

“I’m sure. I’ve always loved you—my whole life. If I had another hundred lives to live, I’d love you, and only you, in all of them.”

‘When you hold a grudge, it’s like drinking poison and hoping the other guy dies.’