Free Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe Page B

then finally give in this summer. “I mean it Mo. How did you get in without him seeing you,” he gestured to the door, unable to even speak the guy’s name, praying Jack would not burst in on them.
    “Who cares? I’m here and I have every intention of going through with our plan for the weekend.” She rose to her full height, slipped the shirt off her shoulders, and he got his first glimpse of what he had only been groping and messing around with for the last few months in his old bedroom.
    “Dear Lord,” he whispered as she moved closer, the candle throwing light and dark against her smooth skin. She tossed her hair back, stood right in front of him. He was frozen, slack jawed like an idiot at her magnificence. “Mo,” his voice cracked. “You need to leave.” He stumbled backwards, needing distance before he lost it.
    “No, I need you to make love to me Brandis. Like you promised. Like you’ve been promising all god damn summer.” She stepped close, lifted his T-shirt over his head, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He let her, frozen, still somehow unbelieving. His cock hurt it was so hard by the time she’d tugged his underwear down and off. He put a hand on hers recalling with disgust what he’d done earlier.
    “Wait,” He insisted. “Let me clean up some.” After grabbing a towel and ducking out into the bathroom, he washed up glaring at himself in the small mirror. What is more important to you Taylor—your friendship with Jack, or what you feel for his sister? The girl, in your room right now, waiting for you to pop her damn cherry. “Oh, God,” he groaned, but his cock had its own ideas. He glared at it as if it were the reason he was in this mess in the first place.
    He knew the physical connection was only a small part of how he felt about Mo. He’d told her as much. She’d responded in kind. They were going to be together, Jack be damned. He took a breath and a step out into the hall which was still deserted. Less raucous yet still robust party noises floated up the steps; he slipped back into his room and shut the door. She was on the bed now, on her side, her glorious naked body backlit from the sputtering candle. He leaned on the door, tried to catch his breath.
    He had to go slow. She deserved at least that. “Shit,” Before he knew it she’d launched herself up off the bed and grabbed his towel, tossed it aside and was kissing him, her sweet tongue tangled up with his, her breasts pressed to his chest. “Slow down, baby. Please.”
    “No, goddamn it. I need this. You promised me. You…,” a tear slipped down her cheek. He wiped it away, ran his thumb over her lips. “Please.” Her soft whisper was all it took. He walked her backward, eased her back down on the bed, kissing her gently at first, then with purpose, running his hands over the now-familiar terrain of her lush, responsive flesh. His brain buzzed, he could barely hear for the low hum in his ears. She pulled him on top of her right away, but he stopped and stood.
    “You are the most beautiful woman on the planet.” He said, running his hands down her thighs and kneeling between her legs. “I want to taste first, my sweet Maureen. I need to…” he nibbled his way down from her belly button. She squirmed, draped a leg over his shoulder. She smelled just like he wanted—spicy, sultry, all woman. All his. His brain shut down. He flicked at the nub of flesh poking out of its hood, sucking and tugging her towards orgasm. He slipped a finger into her, thinking he would start this way, so it was less shocking, while she was coming and unaware of the pain. But she put a hand on his.
    “No,” she choked out. “Not that way. I want you inside me Brandis. Your cock, in me, I’ve wanted it for months. I…I love you.” He smiled and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer. He would not do that to her, not after he’d rough fucked that girl bareback earlier. No way. Mo was his woman, and he would do right by