Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Harrison looks at Saanvi, taking her hand in his. She smiles, eyes glimmering when she looks at him. This girl might not be a demon, but if she hurts my brother, I’ll come for her. Though if I’m being realistic, there’s a bigger chance my dipshit brother will be the one to mess things up.
Nik and Ethan start clearing the table, and Saanvi insists she help this time. I walk with Harrison onto the porch so we can run outside and get the overnight bag from his car. The rain is coming down hard, blowing sideways.
“Watch this,” I start and hold up my hand. Telekinesis doesn’t come easily for me so it takes a bit of concentration to make a magical bubble to stand under, keeping myself dry as I go to the car. Headlights on the road catch my attention as I dash off the porch. It’s dark and hard to see through the rain, but I swear the same red truck is slowly driving by the house again.
Chapter
Thirteen
Ethan drapes his arm around me and pulls the blankets up to our shoulders. We’re in bed and I’m snuggled up close to him with my head on his chest.
“What do you think?” I ask, splaying my fingers over his muscular pec.
“About what?”
“Saanvi.”
“She’s nice. What do you think?”
“I agree, she’s nice.” I hook my leg over Ethan’s and let my eyes fall shut, listening to his heart beating. “She’s smart, has a good job, and is easy to get along with. And she’s really pretty.”
“You sound like you want to date her.”
“Hah. I’m just happy Harry found someone I approve of,” I only half joke. “Now to make sure he doesn’t fuck things up.”
“How about you stay out of it?”
“What, like I’d meddle in my brother’s love life?”
Ethan chuckles. “Good thing he hasn’t had much of one in the last year or so.”
“Right?” I wave my hand, magically turning off the light and nestling closer to Ethan. He slides his hand under my shirt and pulls me on top of him. Straddling him, I push up just enough to rub myself against him. He brings his hands up my back and lifts his head off the pillow so he can kiss me. My eyes flutter shut and my whole body relaxes as he deepens the kiss. I love him so much that it’s easy to get lost in each other.
He slips his fingers under the bottom hem of the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing. I sit back just so he can pull it off, dropping onto the bed next to us. I lean back, rocking my hips against him and feel his cock start to harden beneath me. Ethan moves his hands to the back of my thighs and urges me up toward the headboard. My pussy quivers with anticipation and I fumble a bit, leaning to one side and then the other so he can remove my underwear.
And then I’m back, core hovering over his face. I grip the headboard as he puts his soft mouth to the flesh on my inner thigh, lips parting as desire swells inside me. My eyes are shut, and in the back of my mind, I know we have guests over and I should be quiet.
But as soon as Ethan’s deft tongue flicks my clit, I let out a moan, melting against him. He holds me against him, kissing and sucking, not stopping until I’m writhing against him, unable to stay silent as the orgasm rolls through me. My body is shaking and I shudder, pussy contracting with aftershock waves of pleasure.
Not wasting any time, Ethan moves me down, spinning me around so I’m facing away from him. I’m still reeling, still panting with a racing heart as I feebly push up onto all fours, spreading my legs enough for Ethan to enter me from behind. He hastily takes off his boxers and grabs my hips, lining his cock up and slowly pushing inside. He thrusts in slowly at first, and then speeds up his movements only to slow down again as he reaches around, gently stroking my swollen clit. I’m still so wound up it doesn’t take long to come again, and as soon as the second orgasm hits, Ethan pushes his cock in balls deep, holding it there for a second before pulling back and thrusting in again and again and again, coming right after me.
Panting, he pulls out, and I do an ungraceful scuffle to the bathroom to pee and clean myself up. I hurry back into bed, not bothering with my clothes.
“I love you,” he whispers, enveloping me in his arms.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back and let my eyes fall shut. Satisfied and happy, I fall asleep quickly despite everything that’s weighing on my mind. I don’t stay asleep long though, and wake after a dream that I can’t quite classify as a nightmare yet was unsettling.