Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I break apart with a soft cry, my pussy grinding against his face. I come and I come as he works me with his mouth. He doesn’t stop and I don’t ask him to. I make it past the uncomfortable oversensitivity of my clit, panting with effort to do so. He still doesn’t stop and I know he has no intention of doing so.
So I dig my heels back into him and hang on for the ride.
—
Van slams into me one last time and groans out his release. He’s got one of my legs raised straight in the air with a big hand wrapped around the back of my thigh, and the other holds my other leg pinned to the bed. My ass is half in the air so that the angle by which he was driving into me caused me to see stars when I came a few moments ago.
He’s finally naked, and that was at my insistence.
God, he’s glorious, even as I watch his face start to cloud over with dismay that I seduced him yet again. After he made me come twice with his mouth, I demanded he strip and fuck me again.
Van was utterly silent as he did so, his face awash with beautiful pleasure, so I know he wasn’t too pissed at me for causing his fall.
When he finishes this time, though, he pulls out of me and rolls off the bed. I watch as he plucks the condom off, tossing it into a small wastebasket where the other one is resting. He bends over and grabs his jeans off the floor, refusing to look at me.
“Seriously…you’re getting dressed?” I tease him as I stretch out with utter repletion on his mattress. “I thought you had more in you.”
His eyes flash with annoyance as he tugs his jeans on and zips them up. “You need to get out of here. Lucas could be back anytime.”
My chest tightens as I think about what he might be doing with that blonde from the bar. I hope to fuck he got too drunk and has performance issues.
“After he goes to bed tonight, want me to sneak back in here?” I ask Van, choosing to go back to teasing him rather than consider the ramifications of my brother’s assholery.
“Nope,” he says as he grabs his shirt off the end of the bed and pulls it over his head.
“Let me guess,” I say dryly as I roll to my side and rest my head on the palm of my hand. I’m slightly mollified when Van gives a cursory but totally appreciative look at my naked body. “This was a one-time thing only. Or rather a two-time thing. Two orgasms for you. Four for me, to clarify.”
“Pretty much,” he says as he bends over again and grabs his wallet from the floor, tucking it into his back pocket. He turns toward his bedroom door, and this surprises me enough that I scurry off the bed.
“Wait,” I call out as I move toward him. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
“Yep,” he says in that monotone, don’t-fuck-with-me way.
“Do you think this is over?” I ask as I lay my hand on his arm.
“Yep,” he says, and I know he’s doing it to piss me off.
I roll my eyes at him. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Van. What we just did was fucking amazing and you know it. Why would you walk away from that?”
I’m flat-out stunned when he pulls his chin in slightly so he can glance casually down my body. When his eyes come back up to meet mine, he looks me dead in the eye and says, “Now that you’re wearing my sweat on your skin, you’ve sort of lost your shine. Time to move on.”
I gasp in indignation over his coarse words, not that I thought what we shared melded our hearts together or anything. But I’ve never heard him be that cruel before. Part of me knows it’s him trying to reestablish a wall, but damn…part of me is a little hurt by that.
“You don’t mean that,” I say with absolutely no certainty.
He just stares at me, refusing to affirm his statement, but not giving me anything else either.
“So if I dropped to my knees right now and took you into my throat, you wouldn’t be interested in that?”
His jaw locks tight and he swallows hard. Triumph sweeps through me, because his refusal to answer tells me everything I need to know.
Leaning into Van slightly, I whisper, “I’ll give you some space for now. But don’t be surprised if I crawl into your bed while you’re sleeping.”
“I’ll make sure to lock the door,” he growls, and then turns and walks out of his room.
I let my laugh follow him all the way out, snickering when the front door slams shut behind him.