“Does the boy like a good tease?” I purred.
“I suggest you learn to be careful around me.”
“Or what?”
Without hesitation, he rolled me over, forcing me to straddle him, pulling his cock away from my hand and pushing the tip just inside my tight channel. “Or this.” When he yanked me down, all the air escaped my lungs.
I threw my head back, gasping toward the heavens as his thick girth forced my muscles to expand.
“Oh, yes. Mmm…”
I couldn’t make a coherent sentence, thoughts in my mind all jumbled up. He held me in place then lifted me again, keeping me hanging above him as he studied me intently. When he finally pulled me down, another series of rippled eruptions burst through me, jolts of crackling electricity so powerful I couldn’t breathe. When he repeated the move, I was almost delirious with pleasure, my pussy muscles clamping around him like a tight vise.
He groaned his appreciation, the tone even darker than before. I could listen to him all night, but I had to admit, I had other things on my mind. As he pulled me down once again, cradling me in his arms for a few seconds, I rubbed my fingers across the three-day stubble. It was even sexier on him than the others, the shadows creating a rugged, entirely too masculine appearance. I loved how it tickled the ends of my fingers. I wanted to memorize his wide forehead and chiseled cheekbones, his full lips and strong jaw.
Somehow I knew I’d feel closer to him by doing so.
He allowed me to explore for only a few seconds more before rolling me over once again, pressing the full weight of his heated body against mine. His cock throbbed deep inside, and I could swear it was swelling, expanding my muscles even more.
Even in only the moonlight, his eyes were twinkling as he purposely placed one arm over my head then the other. Only this time, he intertwined his fingers with mine, holding them in place.
Very slowly he shifted his hips, pulling out until only his tip remained inside. When he eased back inside, I wrapped one leg around his thigh, holding him in place.
“You’re not in control, little miss, no matter what you think,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“I don’t know about that.”
He easily bypassed my insufficient attempt at taking control, thrusting hard and deep, my breath stolen. After repeating the move three times in rapid succession, he stopped altogether, shifting his hips back and forth, creating an entirely different wave of friction.
There was so much to say between us but at this moment, nothing seemed appropriate. We allowed our passion to do the talking. With every stroke, I felt closer to him, wired to his needs and desires even more so than my own.
He dug his fingers into my palms, keeping me locked in place as he continued fucking me, his actions exploding into an almost desperate need. We rocked together, our breathing irregular. The sound of my heart echoed in my ears, forcing me to take a series of deep breaths. His scent would linger with me for days, a stark reminder of how wrong I’d been about them.
I wanted this to last for a long time, but my body was as unforgiving as the situation. As he pulled me closer to another wave of ecstasy, I bit back a moan, bucking hard against him.
“That’s it, baby. Come with me. Come with me.”
I needed no further encouragement, the rush of sensations overwhelming. “Oh. Oh. Oh…” As his body stiffened, I squeezed even more, rewarded with the most beautiful, primal roar.
And seconds later as he rested over me, his breathing ragged, I almost whispered I loved him.
Almost.
Sadly, it was too little, too late.
CHAPTER 15
Brogan
Silence.
The three of us remained in the living room, glaring at an unneeded fire in the gas fireplace. Why Alexander had lit it was beyond me, other than the flickering light allowed him something to concentrate on. He’d been deep in thought, likely sulking because of the events of the evening.
While we all had drinks in our hands, I had the feeling he was ready to toss his glass into the flames. Hell, maybe that would make us all feel better.
Daniel had carried Cassie into the house, and I’d been able to tell instantly that they’d been intimate. Not only did it surprise me that she’d allow a single one of us get close to her, but also that I’d felt a pang of jealousy. Maybe I had wanted to be the one she’d go to for comfort. I couldn’t seem to get the single time I’d met her all those years ago out of my mind. While the sun had been glaring that morning, I’d been drawn to her eyes, especially the way she’d looked at me.
Garrison had mentioned he had someone he wanted me to meet, but I’d felt certain it was another girl he’d met. By that point, Emily had been ripped from our lives. I’d always known it had been for the best, but Alexander was furious, angrier than I’d seen him in a hell of a long time. Now I realized why. She’d become a small part of our family.
