I gasp.
His lips are on my cheek, and he kisses me and whispers in my ear, “Now come for me.”
Seconds later, I do, the orgasm cascading over me with sweet relief. I cry out, moaning and begging for him not to stop. He continues driving into me, pounding my body into the bed so hard that the frame screeches underneath us.
I’m crashing down from the high when his hips start to jerk and he comes. I feel his dick pulsing as he comes in the condom, but then I feel it shooting right into me.
“Fuck.” He jerks out of me, pulling away.
I can feel the wetness oozing out of me, and my heart starts to pound its irregular beat.
“Oh my God, what is that?” My voice is panicked.
Sam starts untying my hands. I sit up, flipping around to face him. He’s staring down between us, and I see the broken condom.
“Shit,” he says.
I clap my hand over my mouth. “Shit!”
Sam’s eyes are wide with terror. “I’m so sorry. I felt it break, and I … it was too late.”
There’s a clear wet spot on the sheet beneath me. “Maybe it broke after and it didn’t go all the way in.” I stammer out the words, my chest heaving.
Sam looks more distraught than I feel. He climbs off the bed, grabbing a pair of underwear out of his drawer before pulling them on, followed by a worn pair of jeans.
“I’m sorry. I’ll get you whatever you want, okay?” He rubs his hands down his face before running into the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” He moves toward me, rubbing the washcloth between my thighs to clean me up.
I shake my head as I don my tank top. “No, you were fine. It felt … it felt incredible.”
And you told me you loved me … which wasn’t the worst thing ever.
He shakes his head. “I’ve never had that happen. I got carried away.” His eyes search mine. “Do you want breakfast or coffee or?—”
“Seymour!” a man’s voice bellows from the front yard.
“Oh my gosh …” I turn toward the window.
Sam walks over to it, pulling the curtain aside to look down at whoever it is. I join him, and Duke’s eyes find us from the circle driveway in the front yard. He looks from me to his best friend.
“Get your ass down here.”
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SAM
“You don’t have to go. He’s a moron. Just lock the doors, and he’ll go away.” She grabs my arm.
Between accidentally telling her I love her while buried inside her, to the condom breaking, to her brother showing up to kick my ass, I might be the one about to have a heart attack.
I brush her hair out of her eyes and lean down to kiss her forehead, knowing he’s still watching us.
“Look, baby, he can’t tell us not to be together, but it’s a bro-code thing. I have to let him get his punch in, and then we’ll be good. Hopefully, he’ll see that I care about you and—fuck, there’s a lot I wanna say but I don’t think?—”
“Seymour! Quit kissing my sister and get your ass down here.”
Another set of tires squeals into the driveway. I look down to see Sterling, Holden, and Cash get out of the truck. My muscles tense.
“Oh my God. They’re all such idiots!” She starts marching toward the door, but I grab her hand, pulling her back to my chest.
