him. I wanted to know what made him happy. His hopes. His triumphs.
“Why did you want to see me?”
Decker surged forward. He was like a force as he wrapped his arms around me and blinded me with a searing kiss. I felt him ricochet throughout my body.
His kiss was nuclear.
My body exploded with heated lust.
He molded his muscles against my soft skin, claiming my mouth as his tongue swept across my lips. He threaded his hands through my hair, pulling back as he bared my neck to him. I felt devoured and shaken.
I dug my nails into his back, clinging for dear life as he bit along the thudding pulse lining my neck. I felt enveloped in his toxic taste. “What are you doing?” I rasped. I wanted to make sense of this. But most of all? I wanted to make sure that he was certain. He had been hinting since I came home from dinner with my dad that this was more, but tonight felt different. It felt like we were finally plunging into the icy cold waters of our affections for one another. The new sensations bit at my skin but felt refreshing all the same.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
I shoved at Decker’s chest until his back was crushed against the bark of the tree. It was ironic that our souls would finally collide at the place where he built a friendship with my brother. If we were going to ruin everything, it seemed fitting that we would consummate it on an altar of their brotherhood.
Dragging my nails down the front of his chest, I rested my hands at the waistband of his jeans before delivering a forceful kiss of my own. Our mouths were like fists.
His lips fused to mine. His body shuddered at my touch. I moved my body like a wave against his, but it wasn’t enough—it would never be enough. I craved a closeness to Decker that no amount of kisses would fulfill.
Hiking my right leg up, I rested it on the peg of the ladder leading up to the treehouse. He started grinding against my core, his tented jeans pressing against the throbbing spot where I needed him most. He looked luminous in the light, and though my heavy eyes wanted to close so I could sink in the feel of his body, I didn’t want to miss the sight of his blissful face or his swollen, bruised lips.
His finger traced my leg, then started rubbing along my hot center, on top of my pajama shorts. My legs shook. Moans burst past my lips for him to feast on. His palm created unhinged friction against my nub, and I nearly toppled over when his finger slipped behind the barrier of my shorts and into my cunt.
“Can you fit in the treehouse?” I asked while tearing my lips from his and looking up at the small building above us.
He smirked, and I knew his reply before the words escaped his lips. “I can make it fit.” I snickered before moving to ascend the ladder. He quickly followed after me. I felt his eyes on my ass as I climbed, and I added an extra sway to my steps as I arched my back. It felt like each step was another nail in the coffin. Another plunge into the depths of this decision.
His hand pressed the curve of my back. “Hurry up before I eat you out on this ladder.” I hit a full stop, making him chuckle. “Go, Blakely,” he groaned.
When I finally got to the trap door, I shoved it open and hoisted myself inside. Finding a small lantern, I turned it on and watched in amusement as Decker stumbled after me, struggling to get his hips through the small opening. “Need help?” I asked when his foot slipped. His palms slammed on the plywood floor as he steadied himself.
“I’m fine,” he gritted.
It wasn’t until his massive body was lying on the plywood platform that I looked around. Forgotten toys and a sign that said no girls allowed were spewed around the small room. It was just big enough for both of us to lie down.
The act of climbing seemed to have slowed our impulses, and now that we were alone in the secluded homage to his childhood, doubt started to creep across both of our expressions.
“So what now?” he asked.
“You tell me.” I wasn’t going to be the one to decide. If we did this—whatever this