Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I did listen,” I say. “But I don’t agree.”
And neither, it seems, does Scott’s body. My pussy is mashed against his jeans, and there is a very hard, very obvious erection beneath the work-worn fabric. His mind and mouth are saying one thing, but his body is saying something very different.
The urge to grind against him is primal, and when I do, he groans again. “Why did you have to be this way?” he asks. “Why couldn’t you have been like your friend Amber? If you were like her, I would have been able to resist you. I would have had conviction.”
His face turns, mouth drifting a warm path to my nipple. His tongue licks out, rough and hot, and I arch my back. Oh God, that feels so good. Then in a flash, he’s standing, gripping me underneath my thighs, stalking us both to the bed.
“You smell like my brother,” he says as my back hits his comforter. Shoving the shirt off my shoulders, he kneels between my legs, gazing down at me spread out before him.
“I smell like all your brothers,” I say, watching his eyelids lower slowly in response. “I can make you feel good too,” I say.
“Can you?” His lips twitch as though I’ve amused him. It feels patronizing, but I ignore it because I know all of his defense mechanisms now, and I’m not taking any of them to heart.
“I can.” Reaching out, I reach into the waistband of his jeans, and he closes his eyes as soon as my hand wraps around his rigid cock. It kicks in my hands as though it’s been waiting for contact for too long. “Do you want me to suck it?” I ask. When he shakes his head, I stroke him up and down gently, then harder, loving how his hips shift, pumping him into my palm. But it’s not enough for me. I want more.
The sensation of him between my legs is still fresh. The press of his cock against my clit was too good to forget. Shifting, I raise my hips so that I direct the head of his cock through my slippery pussy. His eyes flash open, meeting mine. “What are you doing?”
“It feels good,” I say, blushing.
“You don’t want that from me,” he says breathlessly.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because of the way I am. Because I’ve made your life difficult while all of my brothers have been welcoming and kind.”
“I want it,” I say softly, leaning up to kiss his lips, cupping his face in my palm tenderly.
His eyes close again as my words settle inside him. This whole thing is a risk. I’m pretty certain that I could push too hard too fast, and he’ll be on his feet, denying how he feels all over again. But if I don’t, there’s a risk that this won’t be enough to pull him into the group. He’ll always be on the outside, taking a place behind his brothers.
Shifting, I bring the head of his cock to my entrance, rolling my eyes as it notches there, already pressing against nerves that feel better than anything, ever.
“Shit,” he mutters, grabbing my hand that is wrapped around his cock and holding everything still. Shifting again, I push upward, trying to get him just a little inside me. There must be a point where he’ll be too deep to want to let me go. “You’re a virgin,” he whispers, gazing down at me with wide eyes. “This would be your first time. It shouldn’t be me.”
“I want it to be,” I tell him. “I want this if you want it too.”
“Of course I want it,” he growls. “I want it so bad it’s taking every ounce of strength that I have not to push deep inside you right now.”
“Do it,” I whisper. “Don’t hold back.”
His eyes drift closed again, and he inhales deeply. What happens next is about me surrendering my body, but it’s also about Scott surrendering something profound. His belief that this isn’t right. His belief that women will hurt him, no matter who they are. I want him to surrender both of those things because that will be the only way he can be happy.
All of our happiness is intertwined.
“We can wait,” he says, his hand trembling. “We can wait until you’re sure.”
“I am sure,” I say. “Please don’t make me say it again.”
A long sigh leaves his lips. It’s not a sigh of annoyance, more of resignation. It’s a release of his self-imposed restrictions, a sign that he’s hearing me, and then he’s wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. Oh God, the feeling of his weight on top of me is amazing. His shoulders are so broad and arms so big that I’m completely enveloped. He kisses me softly at first, then deeper, mesmerizing me with the press of his lips and the slide of his tongue. His hands grip onto me like he’s drowning, and maybe we both are, in a way, in each other. His big palm grazes my nipple then squeezes my breast while a groan builds in this throat. His hips grind into my pussy, the heat of his cock sliding through my folds.