Page 246 of Five Brothers

“Krisjen,” he groans. “Faster.”

“No.”

I want him slow.

He grits out, “Fuck.”

Slow and soft, I slide up and down his cock, my orgasm teasing as I start to rub myself. He watches me, and then I feel his muscles tighten.

“Faster,” he begs through his teeth.

I let my head fall back, loving the feeling of him wanting me.

I bounce, and he shoots up, both of us wrapping our arms around each other. I fuck him, holding him to me as the heat builds in my stomach. I drive my thighs into him again and again, crashing my mouth down on his as I start to come.

I whimper and moan, both muffled in the kiss, but when the orgasm rocks through me, I open my eyes, seeing him staring. Watching me.

I roll my hips nice and slow, my lips layered with his as he gripsmy ass, presses me hard against his groin, and … spills inside of me.

He growls against my mouth, not kissing me back as I leave pecks on his lips and feel him throb between my legs.

He falls back on the bed, taking me with him, and I just want to curl into him for the rest of my life. He wants me. I know he wants me.

Does he love me?

I lean over him, kiss his eyes, between them, and down his cheeks. Taking his mouth, I kiss him, moving over his lips, savoring every second.

I pull back and look down, and for a moment, I swear I see a smile, but then not. He blinks, his expression hardening, and he moves out from under me.

Sitting up, he swings his legs over the bed and picks up his clothes, starting to dress.

I sit cross-legged, holding the sheet up over my body. “Look at me.”

He keeps his back to me. What’s wrong?

“Macon, look at me.”

He shakes his head. “How can you look at me?” he says barely above a whisper.

He rises, pulling on his pants and still not meeting my gaze.

“I’ll always see you,” I say, but my voice is gravelly with tears. “Even when I close my eyes.”I told him that less than two weeks ago.

He sits back down and pulls on his socks and shoes. I cover his back, wrapping my arms around him. “I know you hate me. What she did to you …”

He pulls my arms off him, grabbing his shirt off the nightstand and standing up again. “I knew exactly who you were when you slept next to me all those nights, Krisjen.”I sit back as he slips his arms into the shirt. “When you rode on the back of my bike and sat at my table and fed me and filled my house with your fucking perfume. I knew who you were from the start.”

He still wanted me. Knowing I was her daughter.

Then why doesn’t he say it?Tell me you love me.

How could I not look at him? “I was made for you,” I murmur.

I stare at his back, waiting for a response.Just say it. Please.If he loves me, then everything is okay.

“Just get dressed.” He stands up, leaving his tie but pulling on his jacket. “They’ll take you back to the house.” He faces me as he pulls on his jacket but still doesn’t meet my eyes. “If you don’t sleep with me, you sleep alone,” he says. “You live with us now.”

He starts to leave, and I wrap my arms around my knees. “I’ll get my pillow.”