“Do you mind if I add a touch right there?” He traced his finger over my belly to my clit.
As his finger inched closer, I started to nod, but the pressure of his fingers there, between my legs was too much. The orgasm exploded inside of me.
I saw stars. I heard angels. And as a second passed, I realized I’d screamed.
Phoenix gripped the back of my head and pulled it into his neck, letting me ride out the rest of my orgasm, while he softly said, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, sweetness.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure if that was normal, but it seemed proper to me to thank someone for the best orgasm of my life.
“We better take this somewhere more private.”
There’s more? Of course, how rude of me… I needed to return the favor. Questionable if I could give him the best orgasm he’d ever had, but it would be the best one I’ve ever given.
Chapter Ten
Atlas
I’d just watched my little brother give Penny an orgasm, or rather, she used my brother to give herself an orgasm on a picnic table near the bonfire… basically in public.
My brain and heart broke at the same time. It was killing me to know anyone was being intimate with Penny—even my brothers.
The curse of being the older brother was that I was always supposed to set the example—a belief our father never let go of even when we’d all been adults for over a decade.
His teachings were etched into my core.
Never make a mistake. Never show emotion. Never give in to whims.
While Phoenix held her, I struggled to make sense of what I’d witnessed, and the fact that I’d witnessed it.
The only thing I could be sure of was that the feelings inside my chest felt like anything but a whim.
Was it a mistake to want her? It would depend on who you asked.
Was it a mistake to act on that want? Almost assuredly, given that she doesn’t know we’re related.
And was there any chance I could show her how much I felt without mustering up emotions? I went with a solid no on that one.
I would have to use the closest thing I had to emotion… confidence.
My selfish need to connect with her before revealing the recent marriage of our dad and her mom, and potentially clouding her judgment for no good reason, won out.
“Is your massage room still set up, Everest?”
“Yeah, we?—”
Before he could utter another word, I resumed control. “Do you want to go there, Penny?”
“Yes,” her answer was a mix of blissed out and heaven-sent.
Phoenix held her too tightly for me to take her. Bastard. Her limp body served as testament to the lingering effects of the orgasm, wrecking my brain even further. What made it so good? Phoenix had barely done anything.
Had she responded like that to Everest’s massage? Sure, he’d denied giving her anything other than a normal massage, but I couldn’t be fooled that easily.
Or what if he hadn’t given her an orgasm? I wasn’t sure of my brother’s sexual knowledge. Was it a swing and a miss? A chuckle rumbled through me as I studied her content smile and closed eyes while her head rested on Phoenix’s shoulder as we entered the building.
I’d do better than Everest or Phoenix. I’d give her an orgasm so big, it put her in a damn coma—wait, that didn’t sound right.
Whatever.
