Page 132 of Five Brothers

“Nothing.”

It’s funny how quickly that answer came.

“I don’t want her to know …” I whisper, “that she still means anything to me.”

She shifts underneath me, and I don’t know if it was intentional or a reflex, but our bodies brush against each other, and I grab her hip. I touch her skin, squeezing, and all too aware of how she’s tied up right now.

These fucking rich girls. Why do I like knowing I can’t have one?

I hover over her mouth, trailing my hand up her torso to just under her breasts.

She pants, jerking away from my mouth and baring her teeth.

But she’s not saying no.

I reach down, pulling the thin, light blue strap of her thong out of the top of her jean shorts. “Women wear this stuff when they want someone to see it. Was it for me?” I taunt. “Or him?”

I lower my mouth, ready to kiss her, but she catches my bottom lip between her teeth, biting me hard. The sting hits me, but my cock jerks, too, as I gasp.

She releases me, and I groan, looking down at the fire in her angry eyes.

“He should’ve taken you,” I whisper.

I grip the bottom of Macon’s shirt on her body and slowly push it up just a little.

She exhales hard, a whimper escaping her mouth.

“And I promise you,” I growl at her, yanking her hips into me.

“My brothers were too gentle with you.”

I bend down to her stomach, kissing and biting and feeling her squirm under me.

“Dude …” Marquis blurts out. “Stop.”

But God, I don’t fucking care. I’m taking this moment. It won’t happen twice if I let it get away.

I bury my nose in her skin, digging my fingers into her body, and she flails, trying to shove me off, but I look up at her, her tits poking through her shirt as her chest rises and falls in quick breaths.

She glowers.

Holding her eyes, I flick my tongue over her stomach. “I bet …” I tease her. “That I can get you to come on my tongue.”

“Army!” Chavez yells.

Krisjen’s mouth falls open, her breath staggered. But then she works up a scowl and tightens her jaw.

“Tell me no,” I whisper.

I think I like her all tied up, unable to push me away. But she can still speak if she wants.

I squeeze her breast, and she jerks, hitting my head with hers. “I don’t like you.”

“I don’t care.” I kiss her again and again, her lips not moving or opening. “Your grandfather took my brother. There’s only one thing I want from you.”

Her eyes flash to mine, and for a moment, I tense.

I don’t want to be bad. I don’t want to say this shit.