Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 810(@200wpm)___ 648(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snarled. “You’re my brother, Brayden! How can you talk to me that way?”
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line, and I knew he regretted what he’d said. But it didn’t change the fact that he’d said it.
“Look, Brighton,” his voice softened. “I don’t want to fight with you. You’re my sister, and I’m always going to love you, no matter what. But we’re living two different lives now, and you need to stop worrying about me. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.”
“So that’s it?” I whispered. “We’re just not going to see each other or spend time together anymore?”
“And how would that work exactly?” he asked. “I come down to California and spend Christmas with you and Ryland? Or you and Ryland come here and stay in my shitty apartment for a couple of days throughout the year? We can sit around the table, break bread, talk about the stock market. You tell me if that’s how you see it, Brighton. Because you and I both know that will never fucking happen.”
“He invited you to the wedding,” I said. “You didn’t come.”
Silence. Again.
There were a couple of other voices in the background I didn’t recognize. They were talking to Brayden.
“Listen, I gotta go, Brighton. I’ll try to call you later, okay?”
He was brushing me off. Something I’d never thought Brayden would ever do. “Okay,” I agreed. “Talk to you later then.”
I hung up the phone and cried.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Brighton
Ryland had been back for three days and still hadn’t said a word about seeing Brayden. I doubted I’d get the truth if I confronted him, so I was making other plans. Plans that I hated. More sneaking around. More lying.
I checked his schedule for the week and decided today was going to be my best opportunity. I’d already made a copy of his keys, and now it was time to put my plan into action.
I slipped into the silk stockings I’d bought along with the black thong and lace bra. Ryland liked me in white, but I thought black was more fitting to my mission. Once those things were in place, I slipped into a pair of black pumps and a trench coat.
Cliché? Yes. But I didn’t care. I needed to distract Ryland with sex, and this was a surefire way to do it. I got to his office just after noon, and he glanced up in surprise when he saw me walk through the door.
“Hey, baby girl. Everything alright?”
“Yep.” I smiled and shut the door behind me.
Ryland caught on pretty quickly to what I was doing, and he looked both eager and anxious.
“I have a meeting in twenty minutes.”
“Oh do you?” I feigned ignorance as I untied my coat and let it pool on the floor. “Then I guess I’ll have to make it quick.”
I walked towards him, and his eyes devoured me. His grip on the handles of his chair tightened, but he didn’t make a move. He wanted to see how I was going to play this out.
“I recall a few other times we had to cut it short for a meeting,” I said as I lowered to my knees in front of him. “I do believe you used your belt on me then.”
He cursed, and his head fell back as I rubbed my palm over his cloth covered erection. Just as I suspected, he was hard as a rock already. I tugged on his zipper and freed him, stroking him in my hand.
“Do you remember that?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” he grunted. “Your ass was so pink it was all I could think about during my meeting. I sat through the whole thing with a hard-on.”
I grinned because I never knew that. I needed to interrogate him like this more often.
“What else did you think about?”
He didn’t hesitate to answer, his cock jumping in my hand as I palmed the silky flesh. “How I wrapped my hand around your throat and fucked you from behind. Fuck that was hot, baby girl. I still think about that all the time.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
“Come up here,” he pleaded. “Turn around and sit on my cock. I need to be inside of you.”
I rose up and spun around, and Ryland gripped my hips and helped me lower myself onto him. I leaned forward just a little bit so he could grab my ass the way he liked as he pumped into me from below.
“This is exactly what I needed today, Brighton,” he spoke reverently. “You always know what I need.”
Those words made my heart ache. The guilt of my deception was almost too much, but it had to be done.
His movements grew quicker, harder, and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His thumb reached around and found my clit, and I pulled it into my mouth and sucked it inside instead.