Page 10 of Broken Prince
“Whatever,” Elijah mutters.
“It will never happen again,” I tell Owen. “Sleeping with Delaney or the same girl,” I clarify.
“I don’t see why it’s a big deal. So what if she’s our stepsister. It’s not like we grew up with her. We’re all consenting adults. We’re allowed to mess around with whomever we want.” Owen cocks a brow in challenge.
“Because,” I sigh, too tired for this right now. “If we repeat what we did and things go wrong, it’s going to get messy. I don’t have room in my life for any more mess.”
“Then you can be the one to stay away from her,” Owen spits, sounding annoyed.
“Owen,” I growl.
“Fine.” He stands up. “I’ll do my best to keep my hands to myself.”
“That's not–” I start, but he’s already taking off through the house. “He’s going to be a fucking pain in my ass,” I mutter.
Turning my attention to Elijah, I find him lost in thought. “You okay, E?”
He blinks over at me. “Yeah.” He smiles, but I can tell it’s forced. “Just tired.”
It kills me to ask this of him because he’s not one to fall easily for a girl. Hearing about his summer fling was the most shocking because he’s never been one to talk about girls, he’s never brought one home. I don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend before. He’s always been a bit of a loner since middle school, keeping to himself for the most part.
He’s been battling depression for years now, so when I saw the light back in his eyes, the way he smiled and talked about the girl he met, it felt like I had my little brother back. It made me so damn happy to see him like that.
And to be the one to put that flame out again... it fucking kills me.
“You know it’s what's best, right?”
“Yeah.” He nods. “What's best,” he repeats in a low whisper. “Look, I’m tired. I’m going to go to bed.”
“Yeah. Night.”
I hang back as he gives me a small wave before taking off.
Closing my eyes, I sigh and give myself a moment to gather my thoughts before grabbing Delaney’s glass and putting it in the dishwasher, shutting off the lights, and heading up to my room.
Closing the door behind me, I lean back against it and look down. I’m still fucking hard and letting my mind wander to how my hands felt on her body, the sounds she made as I slipped inside her... it’s not helping.
Tugging off my shirt, I head into my bathroom. Maybe a shower will help me relax.
I groan as the warm water hits my body. And even after I’m done washing my hair and body, my erection is still there.
I glare down at my stiff cock jutting outward, the tip dripping with pre cum. “You really do know how to fucking get me in trouble,” I mutter, then wrap my hand around my cock. I hiss as I tighten my grip.
There’s only one way to get this damn thing to go down. I’m not proud of it, not after all that shit I spewed to my brothers about Delaney being off-limits. As I start to stroke my cock, my eyes flutter closed, and all I see is her. Her brown eyes, dark hair, and pouty lips.
We might not be allowed to touch her again, but the fact is, we already have, and I have vivid memories that love to play on repeat, like right now.
There’s no harm in fantasizing about her, right? No one even has to know.
My hand starts to move, stroking my length from base to tip. My free hand shoots out to hold me up against the shower wall.
Pleasure zaps down my spine and right to my balls. I’m so worked up as thoughts of that night play in my mind that I know I won’t last long.
My eyes darken, brows rising. “Was that your first orgasm?”
“No,” she denies quickly. “I’ve gotten myself off before.”
“But never by someone else?” She shakes her head. “That just won't do,” I growl, lowering the zipper on my shorts. Her eyes snap down to watch me pull my cock free. A sense of pride fills me as her eyes widen.