Page 198 of Five Brothers

I slide the other hand down between my legs, holding the little vibrator with both hands. The orgasm crests, I suck in a breath, little gasps escaping as I thrust hard once. And then again. And then …

He flips me over, yanks my toy away, and I whimper as he pulls off my panties.

“Macon …” I gasp and then groan. “No.”

I didn’t come.

But in a second, he’s licking one of my nipples and sliding afinger inside of me. And then another one, stretching me and hitting deep.

I dig my nails into his bed.Yeah.

A phone rings over on the dresser. His. That’s not my ringtone. But he ignores it, and it eventually stops as his hot mouth descends over my stomach and lands between my thighs. Moving his two fingers in and out, he kisses my clit, licking it, and then kisses it again. I tremble, my thighs quivering.

“Please …” I beg.

But the phone rings again, and Macon bites my outer flesh in frustration.

I cry out, grabbing hold of his head to keep him there, but he pulls away. Charging over to his dresser, he looks at his phone and swipes, setting it back down. “Fucking Trace,” he growls, ignoring the call.

I sit up, propping my hands behind me on the blankets. “Come back to bed.”

He turns, and I see sweat glisten on his neck as he gazes at me and doesn’t blink. It only takes a moment, though, and he’s pushing his pants down his legs and fisting his cock.

My eyes flare as I watch him stroke it and walk to me like it’s a threat.

He comes down on the bed, and I fall back, grabbing his hips to guide him in between my legs.

The phone rings again.

“Goddamn that kid.” He breathes out, looking in the direction of the phone still on his dresser.

But I arch up, licking and kissing his jaw. “Don’t kill him.”

He takes my wrists and pushes me back, pinning them above my head. “I won’t, baby,” he tells me, hovering over my mouth. “He brought you home to me.”

God, yes. I love knowing Macon wants me. I like knowing that he liked what he saw months ago and wanted it.

The phone rings again, and Macon shoots off the bed, going for the phone, but everything throbs, and I need him inside of menow.

“Macon …” I whine.

And he turns back, seeing me, thighs spread, wet for him.

He lets the fucking thing ring and comes back, kneeling between my legs, and grabbing my hips, yanking me down. I should just tell him to mute it, but I can’t wait.

“I kind of wish those rumors they say about me were true,” he says. “If you’d been submitted to me at eighteen, I would never have let anyone else have you.”

He presses the head of his cock to my entrance, leans over me, and thrusts. I cry out, tipping my head back as he stretches me and fills, thrusting deeper every time.

“Fuck,” he whispers, pinning my wrists above my head again. “I would’ve kept you for me.”

I roll my hips, searching for his mouth, neither one of us wanting to take it slow anymore as the heat in the room builds and builds.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I whisper.Because I keep what I want, and I want him.God, I want him.

I find his lips, savoring the feel of his skin and the taste of his tongue.

“Wider, Krisjen …” he pleads.