A Year of You by A. D. Roland Page B

breasts again, kissing her nipple until it was hard and beaded once again.
    Emeline wouldn’t dream of doing anything like this. Such a prude when it came to being adventurous, despite her little thing going on in the club upstairs. Maybe it was just when she was with him. She hadn’t even kissed him in weeks.
    I hope you see this, Em , he thought as Mattie slid off his lap and knelt between his knees . I hope you see your sister blowing me. You’re fucking sister! The picture of Emeline on the couch in the club with some random guy’s hand up her dress was seared into his head.
    Mattie worked the button and zipper of his jeans, reached into his boxers, and freed his throbbing-hard erection. She ran her hand along the length, brushing her thumb over the extra-sensitive spot beneath the head. Like magic, she took away Emeline’s betrayal. It was just Mattie, Mattie the brightest spot in the universe, and just him out in the Navigator.
Her bright eyes never left his as she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the spot her thumb had touched. One hand closed around his shaft while the other closed around his balls and massaged. Emeline ceased to exist. All there was in the world was Mattie’s mouth.
    “God, Mattie,” he breathed, leaned back into the seat, slouching closer to the edge. One hand went to her head and gripped her hair, moving her back and forth until she picked up the rhythm on her own.
    The way her tongue whipped and twirled over his head, and the increasing pressure of her mouth as she worked him further back into her throat, and the firm strokes of her hand on his shaft had him sweating and panting. He tangled his hand in her hair and drew her further down, until he felt her throat convulse as she fought her gag reflex. Her breath puffed through her nose, hot against his groin.
    West thought she would push away from him, but she only moaned. The sound vibrated through his dick, pushing him ever closer to the edge he was rushing toward.
    “Mattie, Mattie.” He thrust into her face as the sensations grew more insistent. His release, fueled by anger and betrayal, by lust and sheer need, pounded at him until he couldn’t bear it any longer. “Mattie, I’m coming—”
    He bit back the roar that wanted to burst from his chest as he pumped his seed into her receptive mouth. Everything exploded in ways that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He felt...free.
    Mattie’s tongue still worked his dick, flicking at that sensitive spot. Super sensitive, he twitched and tried to pull away. He yelped when she clamped her teeth down gently, just beyond the head.
    “God, Mattie,” he gasped. He untangled his fingers from her hair. She smirked and finally leaned back. She wiped her mouth with her index finger, a sullen, sexy gesture that took what little bit of breath that he had away.
    She licked her finger clean and hoisted herself up on to the seat.
    West was speechless. Completely speechless. She actually enjoyed that.
    Emeline acted like it was the end of the world when he asked her to give him head. He had to ask for it. Mattie’d dove right in, head first, no pun intended. He knew without a doubt he was involved with the wrong sister.
    “I don’t know what to say,” he said.

    “What’s to say?” Mattie replied.

    “If Emeline found out about that, she’d crap a cow.” The second the words left his mouth, he knew he’d filled it with his foot.
Mattie scowled.
    “So that was all about Emeline?”

    “Mattie—”

    “I mean, I know it wasn’t about ‘us’ but why did it have to be about Emeline? Why couldn’t it have just been me and you, having a good time? I’m generally not attracted to guys enough to even kiss them, much less...do that. You really know how to make a girl feel like a whore.”
    “Well, hell, woman, you’re the one going down on a guy you’ve barely known three days.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Just chill, Mattie, it wasn’t like