Page 197 of Five Brothers
He lifts me higher by the backs of my thighs, looking up at me. “You pitying me?” he asks. “Tell me this isn’t about that.”
I hold his face, gazing into his chocolate eyes.
“Tell me you want it,” he begs.
“I wanted it that night in the garage so badly,” I state. “I wanted you to put me in the back seat and do it slow, again and again.” I harden my voice. “And I don’t want anyone else touching you.”
I know the woman he was talking to at Mariette’s yesterday is of little consequence, but she’s around, and she’s available if he needs it.
I don’t like that.
“I take care of you,” I tell him. “Your restaurant, your food, and I’ll ride you early in the morning, and let you take off my panties in the middle of the night if you wake up hard.”
I crash down on his mouth, savoring the taste of him before I slowly move over his lips, gripping his hair at the back of his head. He groans, holding me tightly and pushing his tongue in, forcing my teeth to part.
Tingles spread down to my toes. “Oh God …”
The heat of his mouth spreads all over me, and I move faster, not able to get enough. I kiss and nibble, and then I force his head back so I can have his neck. I kiss over his vein and up to his jaw, tasting it with the tip of my tongue. The stubble on his face brushes against my lips, and I don’t know what happens, but I bite his jaw, not even thinking anymore.
“Mine,” I say. “I’m the one who touches you.”
He hugs me tightly, his possessive fingers digging into my assand waist. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fucking God, Krisjen, we have to stop. You don’t belong with me. You’re too young.”
I kiss him more and more. “I decide that,” I pant, dragging my nails over the muscles in his back. “And you don’t tell me no. You let me have whatever I want.” I leave small kisses on his cheek, his jaw, and the corner of his mouth. “I belong to you.”
And he covers my mouth with a long, deep kiss, and neither one of us can stop.
He kisses my forehead, my cheek, and I want him to go faster—harder—but I don’t want to be fucked, either. Not our first time. I love the slow agony of anticipation. Of him learning my body and me learning his. When is he going to suck on me? Strip the rest of my clothes off? Spread my thighs apart?
He drops me to my feet, smelling my hair as he takes my hand and guides it inside the hem of my underwear. He presses my fingertips to my clit. “Do that,” he murmurs. “You’re pretty when you do it.”
When did he see me …?
The couch pops in my head, but then I remember. I did it for him in the garage.The hose.
He reaches inside a drawer in his dresser and pulls out a little device. He hands it to me.
I hold the hot pink vibrator, the word “Vibe”written on the side. I glance at him. “This is mine.”
He took this from my bag? When? I search my brain, but I can’t remember the last time I saw it.
He whispers in my ear, “Sorry. I just didn’t want you using it with anyone else.”
I remember making a joke last spring in front of Trace’s family about how I used the vibrator after he would leave me unsatisfied. Macon was in the room when I said it. He didn’t forget. My cheeks heat, and my heart races at the same time.
Taking my hand, he leads me to the bed. I stare up at him as I twist the knob and hear the vibrator buzz to life.
His eyes swallow me whole, and I can’t see anything else but him. I barely even register crawling onto the bed, lying down on my tummy, and sliding the vibrator inside my underwear, against my clit.
His chest heaves in heavy breaths as my thighs immediately grow hot.
Raindrops beat against the windows and walls, but the only sounds filling the room are my moans as I start rubbing myself into the vibrator.
Propping myself up on one elbow, I rock my hips, pinning the toy between the bed and my body as I reach back with my hand and push the underwear below my ass. He watches me, entranced, and I thrust, grind, and slip my hand back down to keep the vibrator in place. Tingles spread low through my belly, and I feel the orgasm start to build. I moan, dropping my forehead to the bed and keeping the toy pinned on my clit.
I dream of days when he’s out working and I just can’t wait, and he comes home to catch me playing on his bed. And then suddenly, I’m all he’s thinking about as he steps in and closes the door to punish me so loud the bed breaks.
I fuck harder, rocking my hips as the heat of his eyes falls on my ass. I glance over for a split second, seeing the long ridge of his cock outlined against his sleep pants as it grows big and hard.