Five Brothers Read Online Penelope Douglas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
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“Come on,” I gripe under my breath.

Snatching the blanket off the bottom of the bed, I close the door and walk back downstairs. I can hear laughter followed by moaning somewhere behind me, and I kick the couch before I drop my keys to the coffee table, kick off my sneakers, and then plop down on my back, pulling the blanket over me.

I’ll look nice and pathetic still here in the morning. I can’t even change the tire once the rain stops, because I need two of them now. Hopefully, I can reach a tow service in the morning.

I tap out a text to my brother.

Car trouble. Stuck in the Bay. Be home in the morning.

I reach behind me, finding one of the many chargers they keep around the house, and plug it in my phone.

Drops of rain catch the moonlight on the windows, lightning filling the room for a second. Small sounds drift downstairs—a laugh, a thud, a creak—and I can’t help but stare at the ceiling, listening. Anyone would think I might be upset that all those sounds are probably Trace, but all I’m wondering is if he was that loud with me so anyone downstairs would’ve heard.

I remember hearing Liv and Clay once. Last year, during an away game when we were on the lacrosse team. They were enemies—hated each other—but we were all on the same team, sharing a hotel room one night. I was in one bed with Amy, and they were in another bed together. And I woke up and finally knew my suspicions were correct. They didn’t hate each other at all. I swear I could hear the sweat under the sheets as they went at it.

When I felt Amy start to stir next to me, I triggered the alarm on my phone and pretended to wake up, because Amy seeing them wouldn’t be the way Clay would want everyone to find out she was into girls.

Or maybe just into Liv. Their need for each other is still so strong. I’ve never felt that with anyone.

I’ve never felt like someone wanted me more than anything.

“More?”

But it’s not Trace saying it.

It’s someone, though.

One of many silly fantasies.

I back up as he stalks toward me, a gleam in his eyes.

“Just a little bit more,” he taunts.

I let my eyes fall down his naked chest to where the jeans hang low on his hips, and I can smell the water in his hair from when he jumped in our pool after he tended to the lawn.

I close my eyes, breathing hard and my stomach already swirling a little.

He closes the distance between us, and I back up, running into my closed bedroom door. “Don’t you have to check in with your boss?” I ask.

My nipples strain against my shirt as he takes my chin and runs his thumb down my bottom lip. “I’ll tell him I had to stay and negotiate my tip.”

His tip … um, oh, right. I pull some money out of my pocket and hold it out to him, but he just smirks, taking the money and tossing it onto my dresser.

The pulse between my legs throbs, and I place my hand under the blanket, pressing my hand there.

He slips his rough fingers underneath the hem of my shirt.

And my heart races against my chest as I use my hand to do the same.

I don’t breathe as he pushes my shirt up, up, and up, over my breasts, letting it rest there as his gaze heats my skin.

The cool air in the house hits my nipples, and I feel them rising straight up as I push down the blanket and rub myself harder and harder.

He grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me against his body. “Open your legs,” he growls softly.

I widen them.

I widen them.

And circle his waist as he carries me to my desk chair, dipping his tongue out just enough to taste my lips again and again.

I squeeze one breast, my clit hammering as I roll my hips in and out against my hand and tip my head back.

I straddle him in the chair, and he grabs my hips, pulling me in against his cock. “Now open your mouth and give me your tongue, girl, and don’t tell your mother what we did while she was gone.”

I ride my hand like I ride him, feeling his eyes on my tits and his fist in my hair. I move faster, feeling my breasts sway back and forth, and I bite my bottom lip to keep quiet. But my breathing is getting too fast and shallow.

Oh God. I …

I …

I blink my eyes open, seeing a figure looming at the entryway between the stairs and the living room, and heat rushes under my skin.

Oh shit. I gasp, pulling my hands off my body, pulling my shirt back down, and opening my eyes wide until he comes in view.



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