“Holy fuck, I’m going to come,” he growled, shortening his thrusts. Grunting, he pulled my body into his and dropped his head down to watch where we were connected.
Screaming with pleasure, I sat down on him as far as I could. He groaned and squeezed me tightly as I rode wave after wave of my release. It all intensified when I felt him blast inside of me. I loved the feel of his cock pulsating. Catching my breath, I let my head fall to his shoulder while his fingers loosened on my waist.
“I could literally do this all day,” I murmured, wishing we could do so.
Brushing my hair to the side, Seth gently kissed my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist. “That would be something.”
“After the fight tomorrow, that’s exactly what I want to do. Promise me we’ll make it happen.”
Seth’s gaze met mine and he nodded. “I promise.”
I closed my eyes but knew there would be no sleep for me. I was ready to get tomorrow over with. Until then, I wouldn’t be able to rest.
CHAPTER28
SETH
The time had come.
In just two hours, I was going to fight my brother to the death.
Was I ready? Yes. Did Iwantto kill him? The fucked-up answer was yes.
I shouldn’t want to see my brother dead, but he deserved it. It was the price he needed to pay. So many people had suffered because of him, and it had to stop. My guys knew what they had to do. Benny, Joey, and Stefan would be with me, while Drake stayed at the house with Diego to watch over Wren and my mother.
I could hear Wren in the kitchen, rummaging around while I shoved some clothes in a bag. The deal tonight was no weapons, but I never went anywhere without my SIG Sauer.
My phone beeped and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a text from Benny.
Benny: Your parents are coming down the road.
I hurried out of my room and went into the kitchen, where Wren was busy going back and forth to the cabinets, pulling out various ingredients.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Wren ran a hand through her hair, clearly worried by the look on her face. “Distracting myself. Your mother’s cooking dinner, so I thought I’d make dessert.” She held up her phone so I could see a picture of some chocolate lava cakes.
“I’m sure they’ll turn out great.”
Shaking her head, she stormed over to me, her grip tight as she grabbed my arms.
“Making dessert while you’re fighting in a death match is so fucking wrong. How am I going to get through tonight and act like nothing’s going on in front of your mom?”
I nodded toward the door. “They’re about to arrive.”
Her face fell and she wrapped her arms around my waist. I held her tightly and breathed in deeply, loving the scent of her skin and the smell of her shampoo.
“Come back to me,” she whispered.
I pressed my lips to hers, memorizing the feel of them against mine. “I will. I promise.”
A few seconds later, the front door opened, and my mother’s joyous laugh echoed in the foyer. Wren stepped back and sucked in a quick breath before plastering on a fake smile.
“I can do this,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“Yes, you can,” I told her as my mother appeared around the corner.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Wren, and she hurried over and hugged her. “I hope you’re hungry.”
