Young Love Dies Hard: The Young Brothers, Book 1 by Nikki Lane (old books to read txt) 📗

floor. I was now fully exposed in front of the boy who used to throw mud at me on the farm. The boy who used to tease me about my clumsiness.

Now, his teasing took on a whole new meaning.

“What are you doing?” I asked as Jacob positioned his head in between my legs.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he said with a smirk.

He set his mouth in between my legs, and I clawed at the sheets. I’d paid my oral dues before, but the act was rarely returned. This was what I’d been missing?

Holy fuck.

Jacob held my quivering legs as his tongue relentlessly circled my middle. It was near impossible for me to keep quiet. I knew the neighbors would be able to hear every groan, but I didn’t care. It felt too fucking good to keep inside.

I warned him that I was close to coming, but he didn’t stop. I held on to his head, and with one perfect sweep of his tongue, I fell over the edge. My chest heaved up and down as he resurfaced with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Holy shit, Jacob.” Every cell in my body was still reeling. I scooted up to a sitting position and lunged toward him with a gleam in my eye. “Your turn.”

Jacob leaned back in the bed. I peeled off his boxers, revealing all of his flesh. He let out a groan as I returned the favor. Usually, this wasn’t something I enjoyed doing. But for Jacob, I was more than happy to finish him off this way. He cradled my head and pulled my hair into his hands. We made eye contact, and it sent him groaning through clenched teeth.

He guided me back on top of his body, and our mouths immediately met. Our kissing was wet and unruly. Like we couldn’t get enough. It sent the adrenaline coursing through me, erasing the doubts from my mind. My brain had taken a backseat to my heart.

Jacob rolled me onto my back. His mouth traveled from my lips down my neck. “I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you.”

This was it. Once I made my next move, there was no going back. Would he think back on this moment and smile, or shake his head in regret?

Jacob looked at me with expectant eyes. I positioned a leg on either side of his waist and slowly lowered my body. He held his gaze on me as I felt our bodies connect. I slid down until he filled me completely. A shudder ran through me, and I took a sharp inhale.

“You okay?” I didn’t move, just sat in place, letting him get used to the feeling.

He smiled. “Are you kidding?”

I smiled back and eased myself up and down, slow and steady. He gripped my thighs and clung his fingers to my skin. I braced my hands on his chest and flung my head back, feeling completely overwhelmed by his fullness. His hands ran over my breasts and down my stomach. They rested around my waist.

Jacob’s face contorted as I rocked on top of him faster. I felt his stomach tense under my hands, and he heaved his body up to cradle my neck and kiss me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed into my mouth.

I tried to say something, but the words were non-existent. I couldn’t think beyond the feeling of him inside of me. Beyond his tenderness. Beyond the perfection of the moment. He had other opportunities. There was no doubt about that. How did he resist them? Any girl with two brain cells to rub together could understand the depth of Jacob’s appeal. His beauty resonated from the inside out. There was so much of it that it radiated from his body.

He flipped me onto my back and repositioned himself in between my legs. The few brief moments when are bodies remained unattached were pure torture. I wanted him inside of me again. I needed it.

My legs hung high in the air as Jacob fumbled to position himself back inside of me. His face reddened, and I reached down to guide him the rest of the way. I let out a small cry as he rocked his hips, getting deeper inside than I’ve ever felt before. He burrowed his head into my neck and groaned as I dug my fingers into the cheeks of his ass. I wanted him closer, deeper. If it was possible.

“Maeve,” he muttered. “I don’t think…”

“It’s okay,” I said.

I was so close to tipping over the edge again. Just the thought of him doing the same was enough to get me there.

I held his head as he kissed me, his mouth spurting staggered breaths as I felt him fall inside of me. I let out a cry as I fell with him, long and hard, my gaping mouth a hair’s distance from his.

Our foreheads met, and Jacob’s chest heaved against my body. My hand grazed along the damp skin of his back. My eyelids grew heavier with every passing second.

After a few quiet moments, Jacob maneuvered himself next to me on the bed. He planted soft kisses on my shoulder. I glanced at the clock.

11:45 p.m.

Fifteen more minutes.

I turned on my side and leaned my head on my hands. “Jacob Young. You keep surprising me.”

Jacob smiled wide. “I hope it wasn’t too bad for you.”

I gave him a small smile. “Just the opposite, actually. That was pretty incredible.”

“Thank you, Maeve.”

I let out a soft laugh. “You don’t have to thank me, Jacob.”

“I know. I’ve just been waiting for that to happen with the right person. And I’m glad that person was you.” He gestured for me to get closer so that I was lying in the crook of his arm.

The right person? I wasn’t sure I could live up to that title. I tried not to think that this night with him would change everything between us. Forever. Had I done the unforgivable? Sacrificed our friendship for a few