Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Seb,” she gasps, throwing her head back as her pussy tightens around my dick. I watch everything hoping that I’ll get to experience this again, even as I suspect I won’t.
Because Ellie hasn’t come to us to build a loving relationship. She hasn’t changed the way she looks at us. We’re still her stepbrothers.
Loving relationships don’t start with furtive fucks in the dark while our parents sleep in the next room.
She’s come to scratch an itch we created in the dark closet at a frat party when none of us knew what we were doing.
And once she’s scratched that itch, she’ll want to return to how things were.
But I don’t think I can.
Pleasure tightens my belly and my chest, but I won’t come without Ellie’s orgasm first. “Shit,” she gasps, digging her nails into my back. “Shit, don’t stop.”
As if I could.
The temptation is there to pound into her harder and faster, but that isn’t what she needs. More of this tempo will take her over the edge, and then it’ll be my turn.
When she comes, she draws blood on my shoulders, but I don’t give a fuck. The surge of my orgasm strips me of any kind of care. I cling to her, holding my cock as deep as she can take me, unable to even gasp her name.
We flop against the bed, a sweaty heap of ecstasy, and I bring her into the crook of my arm, kissing the top of her head with a fierceness that shocks me.
I’ve never felt a primal urge to own a woman before. Girls come and go, and that’s always been fine with me. As long as it’s lighthearted and fun, I’m in my element. But with Ellie tucked against my chest, I suddenly face the knowledge that I want her to be mine. The idea that another man will get to feel this way with her makes me sick to the pit of my stomach. Well, another man who isn’t my brother. I’d share anything with Colby and Micky. I’d give my life for them, and I feel the same about Ellie.
Mine.
The word surges through me, and my arm grips her more tightly.
“Why now?” I ask her.
She tips her face, and her eyes dance from left to right, searching for the motivation behind my question.
“You really want to know?” she asks softly.
“Of course.”
She blinks and moves to put distance between us, but I don’t let her. If we’re sharing truths, we’re doing it closely.
“Gabriella dared me to fuck Micky.”
“Why? That seems like a fucked-up thing to do.”
“Because she thought it was something I wanted,” Ellie says softly.
“I sure hope it was.” I frown as thoughts scramble inside my skull.
She nods.
“And Colby?”
Her mouth twitches. “Micky dared me, and then Colby dared me to come to you.”
I turn my head away from her, staring into the corner. Suddenly, everything we’ve done seems enveloped by shadow. A person’s intentions change a physical act and knowing that Ellie came to me because of something Colby instructed is like a stab to the heart.
Ellie must sense my disquiet, because she rests her hand against my face and turns me until I’m forced to look into her dark eyes. “This was good, Seb. Really good. Better than I could have ever hoped for.”
“But you came because you were coerced,” I say.
“I came because you’re an amazing lover,” she grins. It’s an attempt to lighten the mood, a page out of my very own playbook.
“I don’t get it,” I say. “If that was the reason, why do you need the dares? Why leave it until after Micky and Colby?”
She turns in my arms until she’s staring at the ceiling. “It’s hard to explain.”
I guess she doesn’t want to say more, but I leave the silence between us in case it encourages her to open up. When she doesn’t, I stroke her arm.
“Do the dares make you happy or sad?” I ask.
“Happy,” she says quickly. “Can’t you tell?” I shrug and bring the sheet around her so that she doesn’t get cold.
“So, should I give you another dare? Is that what you want from me?”
“That’s not the way dares work, Sebastian,” she says seriously.
Staring at the ceiling, I count all the things that I love about this moment with Ellie. The warmth of her skin against mine. The comfortable way we relate to each other. How easy it’s felt to move from stepsiblings to lovers. What we’ve done should feel complicated, but it doesn’t. Being with Ellie feels familiar, and that isn’t something I’ve ever had with a girl.
I don’t like the idea of daring Ellie to do anything, but if that’s what it’s going to take to show Ellie just how good it could be to have a relationship with me and my brothers, then I’ll do it.