Nothing Matters (Family Matters Book 1) by Liana Key Page A

cherry cupcakes that my sister Michelle had made for dessert, but Magdala said she was too full to eat anything else.  I tell her she can throw them to the dog if she wants.  She kicks me in the leg and says, "I'm going to eat one later, but I'd probably burst at the moment!" 
    "You're not scared off by my family are you?"  I ask.
    "Your family is cool," she says, opening the car and placing the cupcakes on the seat carefully.  I put my arms around her waist, her arms are around my neck.  "I love you," she says, her lips reaching up to mine.  I respond, my tongue pushing into her mouth.  She pulls away.
    "Mmmm I can taste the cherry chocolate," she laughs, "it's yummy."  God, she makes me laugh.  I put my mouth on hers again, my hands go lower, feeling the curves of her ass, then  under her dress, I pull her closer.  I put my hand behind her left thigh, bend and wrap her leg around me, press myself into her.  I groan.  I so want her, like right now, wonder if I could take her back round the side path and climb in through the window.  But that would be wrong, Mom would sniff that one out within minutes.
    "Shall we drive down to the corner?" I murmur into her ear.
    "Shall we?" She seems astonished at my request.  Her eyes are full of mischief and she jumps in the car.  So do I. 
    "Oh fuck," I say, reaching beneath me, retrieving the bag of squashed cupcakes.  She starts laughing, and drives us down the street and parks.  She reaches for the cupcakes.  She's still laughing, but she unzips the top of the bag and dips her finger in, covering it in the frosting.  She holds it up, makes me lick it off.  I twirl my tongue around her finger, sucking every last bit of chocolate.
    "Here, let me taste some too," she says, holding the bag for me, so I dip my finger in, swirl it around, and she does the same.  We're both laughing like kids.  We kiss again, tongues tasting, it's so good.  My sister really can bake.
    "Back seat?" I ask hopefully.  She climbs through the middle, but I get out and open the door.  She's already pulling her underwear down.  "You're keen," I comment.  She helps me pull my jeans down.  "You're fucking keen!" 
    "You know I want you," she says.  The intensity amps up.  She's under me, her knees are bent.  My left leg is on the floor, the other one straddling her.  It's cramped, but it can be done. 
    "Fuck I love you.  So much."  Lips, tongues, cherry chocolate, it's so perfect.  Her body pushes into me as I thrust into her.  My hand is brushing back her hair off her forehead.  My eyes try to follow hers, but I close them as I feel myself coming and I inadvertently tug at her hair a little too tight.  I feel her wince.  "Sorry babe," I apologize.  She just smiles and ruffles my hair.
    "That was exciting," she says.
    "Exciting?"  Not the word I would probably use.
    "It feels wrong," she explains.  "Like forbidden, like we could get caught.  Like anyone could just walk on past."
    "Oh," I say, "you like the element of danger?"
    "Mmmm, maybe I do," she says suggestively. "Like we should do it in an elevator or something?"
    "A glass elevator maybe," she considers, smiling.  I pull her up to sitting and slide out of her as carefully as I can.  I kiss her again.
    "I can never get enough of you," I say.
    "Same," she says, and kisses me back.
    "You better fucking go," I say, "before I want you again."  She climbs through to the front, buckles herself in.  I get out the back door, pull up my jeans, retrieve her panties from the floor.  She unwinds the passenger window and I pass her underwear in.  She laughs.
    "Hey, sorry about the cupcakes," I say.
    "That's okay, I feel like I've eaten one," she says, running her tongue sexily across her lower lip. 
    "Talk to you later," I say.
    "I love you Nathan Stratton," she declares, and drives off with a toot of her horn.
     
    Mom asks where I've been when I come back into the kitchen.  "Just been talking," I say casually, but my