Love Brewing (Love Brothers #3) by Liz Crowe Page A

kiss her.
    She had let him get away without a rubber one time, which had netted her the
    UTI and two terrified weeks of could I be pregnant ? which she wasn’t,
    thank the Lord in heaven.
    “I love him, Jennifer,” she declared, softly at first. “I
    love him. I love Dominic Love and there’s nothing you can do about it! Get
    out!” she hollered so loud she knew her parents could hear but she didn’t care.
    Jen got to her feet and straightened her skirt. She’d been
    working at a fancy restaurant in Lexington while she went to community college
    and must have just gotten off her shift. Diana dropped her arm and her fingers
    located something she could grasp—one of her rodeo trophies, won when her
    parents could still afford to enter in such things. It felt solid and
    dangerous. Without a second thought, she sent it flying right at her sister.
    Jen simply ducked to the right. The trophy thudded against
    her dresser and sent a bottle of perfume crashing to the rug. The smell of
    knock-off Calvin Klein filled the air.
    “Get out! Get out! Get out!” Her throat hurt so badly she
    could barely speak but she kept on yelling.
     
    ***
     
    She sat, still awake late into the night. When a familiar
    sound floated up to her, she scrambled out of bed and raised the window.
    “Go away and don’t come here again,” she whispered down to
    Dom’s shadowy figure, not meaning a single word.
    “Diana, baby, please let me explain.”
    “No.” She glared down at him. He stepped into the light shed
    by the moon. She gripped the windowsill. “Go to Renee. Let her suck your dick.”
    She slammed the window closed and dropped to her butt, sobbing again.
    More rocks peppered the window. She counted to twenty,
    willing him to go away while wishing for him to never give up. Exhausted, she
    crawled into bed, dropping into a strange half-sleep peopled with sexy blonde
    girls on their knees interspersed with images of Dominic, his broad shoulders,
    the sound of his laugh, the feel of his lips.
    “Shhh….” someone insisted in her ear. He tugged her
    nightgown up, found her nipples, her sore sex. Even as she cried, she kissed
    him, and when he’d teased her into a shivery orgasm she exhaled and let naïve,
    immature relief fill her where she’d been so very empty before.
    “I’m so, so sorry. baby. So sorry…Diana…I have to….”
    She shifted her hips and he slid into her body, stroking
    deep, all the while staring at her with the sort of intensity that brought on
    yet more annoying tears. She wrapped her legs around him, thankful for the
    orgasm for a lot of reasons, not the least of which so she wouldn’t be raw in
    the morning.
    He buried his face in her neck, shivering as he moved faster
    and faster. When he groaned, Diana sensed the warmth inside her, and was
    relieved that her mom got her on the pill, knowing she risked all manner of
    nastiness letting him go bareback, but not caring. He lay against her sweaty
    neck, breathing heavily, then pulled out and flopped onto his side.
    She didn’t move, couldn’t speak for the jealous fury still
    roiling through her. “Why, Dom?”
    He threaded his fingers in hers. “I’m weak. I was weak. It
    won’t happen again.”
    “You might wanna tell Renee. She’s pretty sure you’re
    breaking up with me right now because my daddy won’t let me go to prom with
    you.”
    He chuckled and flipped up on his side. She tugged her
    nightgown down, suddenly embarrassed for some strange reason. The wetness
    between her legs and under her butt spurred her up. She grabbed some tissues,
    trying to get a good look at them in the darkened room after she’d dragged them
    between her legs. They were dark. She switched on the lamp.
    “Oh, uh, sorry. That time of the month?” He sat, head
    hanging down already seeming to disengage from her.
    “No. I think you hurt me.”
    He got up and grabbed tissues then zipped up. “Did you grow
    your hymen back?” he quipped.
    She frowned. “No,