Red has been trying to move on with her life. She really has. Her first real relationship ended in disaster and she can’t muster the energy to leave the house.
Her brother Brenden and their best friend, Gavin, are sick of it. Guilting her into a night out, Red reluctantly agrees only to see her ex having the time of his life with another girl. Small town living would have it no other way.
On the verge of a full blown panic attack, Gavin steps in to provide Red the distraction she needs to forget all about her ex. But as things quickly spiral out of control, will Red be able to keep her feelings for her best friend a secret in order to save their friendship?
*This book contains sexual situations and explicit language. This is Book 1 of the Distractions Series.
My hands tangled in his messy hair as my brown thighs swung over his shoulders, and my heels dug into his back. I felt him press his face harder into my flesh, coating his face with my juices. I felt his tongue dancing between my pussy lips, and I felt my heart flutter as his tongue pushed inside me. I didn't mean to, but my hands gripped his hair tighter, possibly too tight, but he didn't stop, nor did he complain.
I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was going to pass out. My eyes were fluttering closed as my body started to go limp. There was only so much I could take hanging on this peak of pleasure. A smile crept into the corners of my mouth. Gavin knew exactly what he was doing. The sting of his teeth grazing my pussy lips brought me back to the land of the coherent as my back involuntarily arched off the bed. My mouth dropped open in a cry I didn't have the breath to give. He was licking and sucking my pussy lips, pulling them from me, drinking me up.
Sweat was beading on my forehead and I became incapable of an intelligible thought. I wanted to say something like, right there, or keep going, just like that, but no words would come. Nothing but indecipherable grunts. Animalistic groans.
Gavin shoved my legs from his shoulders and pushed my legs wide and towards my head. I was spread wide for him, and I watched as he pointed his tongue and stabbed it at my swollen and throbbing pussy. My legs were flexing as if telling him to stop, but I couldn't control them. I couldn't do anything but lay there and take it. I wanted to say something witty, something, anything to spur him on, not as if I needed to, but nothing would come to mind.
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