Page 107 of Five Brothers
My orgasm rises, blood pulsing hot through my stomach and between my thighs.
“Oh God,” she whimpers in short, stuttered bursts. “It feels … so good.”
“Hold on to me.” I bite her jaw. “Hold hard.”
She cries out, and I don’t even look to see if anyone is on to us.
I slam my hand into the wall, sucking in a breath and trying not to come. But she jerks and gasps, her tits shaking with each thrust as she rides hers out, and I can’t hold it back.
“Goddammit,” I breathe out.Fuck.
I pull myself away, stroking down my length as I spill onto her stomach. She whimpers, looking down between us and watching me come.
Sweat dampens my forehead, and I drop my head down to her shoulder, feeling her hand slip around the back of my neck.
“Sorry,” I pant. “I was trying not to.”
“I wanted you to,” she whispers.
Reaching behind me, I pull my T-shirt out of my back pocket and wipe it off her. She keeps kissing me, and I can’t stop smiling.
I haven’t felt anything that good in a long time.
I tuck the shirt back into my pocket, holding her as she holds me. The party still rages around us, unfazed.
“Come home with me tonight,” I say. “We don’t have to do anything else. Just come home with me.”
But she shakes her head. “If I come home with you tonight, something is happening.”
“Yeah, we can hit breakfast early,” I joke, rising up and looking down into her eyes as I let her feet touch the floor again. “And Idon’t have to come all the way over here to pick you up. I mean, I have standards. At least one date before I sleep with you.”
She smiles, but it’s brief. Her breathing steadies, and she starts to check her swimsuit, making sure everything is still on.
We’re done. She doesn’t want more.
“You’re not interested,” I say.
In me.
I was fun, like Trace. Or a pity fuck, like Iron.
But her eyes pop up. “No,” she retorts. “I mean, yes. I’m interested. It’s not that. I just, um …” She swallows and suddenly looks way too young for me again. “I feel like I’m free-falling, Army,” she admits. “Trace, then Iron … I need to stop for a minute.”
I take her face in my hand. “Then grab on to something.”
Her eyes soften, and she leans into my touch. I don’t know what it is about her, but I don’t even need to sleep with her. I just really like seeing her in the morning.
“You want to take me to breakfast before we sleep together …” she says, but it sounds like she’s saying it to herself. She lowers her voice, and I almost don’t hear. “We haven’t slept together yet …”
I study the far-off look on her face. What is she talking about?
She looks up at me. “It wasn’t my parents, was it?”
“What?”
“The man who offered to pay you to have sex with his wife?”
Oh. “No.”