Page 35 of Deal with Mr. Cruel

“You should have prepared me, Jonas. He’s my brother!”

“He’ll get over it.” Jonas shrugged.

“He’ll getoverit?” Mae asked pointedly.

“He’s a big boy. You really need to stop babying him.”

She stepped closer to Jonas, who was now leaning casually against the couch. She hated the smug look on his face. Was he enjoying this? Was his plan all along just to hurt Nico? What sick game was he playing?

“I can’t believe you,” she said, jabbing a finger into his chest. He looked down at her and furrowed his brow. Mae glared up at him. They hadn’t been this close outside of the watchful eyes of Braydon. She could hear him breathing as she waited expectantly. She wasn’t sure what she was waiting for. An apology? An explanation? Something else?

Everything she was pushing down these past few weeks, years even, was at the surface and ready to explode. This was what she feared. She was going to do something erratic.

She lifted her hands and pushed him roughly into the back of the couch, taking him by surprise. Before he could do anything, her hands were in his hair, pulling his face toward hers. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. They kissed for just a second before he pulled away. He pressed his forehead against hers and looked at her as if he were in pain from holding back.

“Mae,” he whispered.

“Don’t talk.” She pulled him in and kissed him again, but this time he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hands were on her back, pulling her against him. His tongue ran across her lips before parting them to massage against hers. She felt him breathe into her as the kiss went from rhythmic to desperate. She let out a quiet moan.

He pressed away from the back of the couch, still kissing her, and led her around to the front. He pushed her gently and her knees gave, making her fall onto the plush cream couch. He slowly lowered and knelt on the carpet, looking at her intently. She stared back at him as his hands moved slowly up her legs. He slid them under her dress, brushing her inner thighs as he parted them. Her breath became heavy as he rubbed his thumb across her panties, his gaze never breaking.

He moved against her slowly. The sensation of his thumb and the silky fabric was agonizing, but delicious. She watched him smile as he pulled the fabric to the side. He dipped a finger inside of her slowly before pulling it out.

He slid his finger inside her again, massaging her with his palm. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. As his fingers slowly pulled out, she felt his warm breath against her. He pushed her dress above her hips and brushed his lips against her, causing her to shudder. He gently sucked before parting her with the warmth of his tongue. She grasped the couch desperately, to hold still as he flicked his tongue against her.

Mae arched her lower back, trying to get closer to him. As she grabbed his hair and pulled roughly, he climbed up her slowly. She could feel his erection through his pants. She pulled at his shirt, too impatient to work at the buttons. He pulled it over his head swiftly, revealing the hard muscles of his stomach. She slid her hands up his chest as he looked at her hungrily.

“I need you. Now,” she whispered into his ear before running her tongue across his earlobe. She felt him shudder and then his hands were tugging at her dress, pulling it up over her head. His eyes took her in for a moment. She leaned against the couch and arched her chest toward him. He groaned as his hands moved rapidly to his belt buckle. He undid it and unbuttoned his pants, his erection just inches away from her.

Jonas grabbed her panties and pulled them down swiftly, tossing them to the floor. He gripped her hips and slid her down to the base of the couch. She looked at him coyly as she slowly spread her legs wider. He looked at her and shook his head.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured.

“Do what?” she asked innocently, slowly reaching down and massaging him.

He shook his head and let her move her hand up and down his shaft. Mae felt Jonas throbbing in her hands, which only made her want him more. She slid down further and rubbed the tip of him against her wet opening. He groaned. She swirled around him teasingly, enjoying watching him squirm.

She watched as his eyes shot to hers intently. He grabbed her hands suddenly and held them above her head. She knew what was coming, but feeling him push into her still took her by surprise. She moaned in pleasure as he filled her and then slowly pulled out. Desperately, she grabbed his lower back and pushed him into her again. He let out a breath and pumped into her faster. Her insides were throbbing around him as she exploded into a million different pieces. He let out a groan as he came with her.

They were in trouble now.

Chapter 15

Jonas

Jonas sat at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee. He heard Mae stir on the couch and watched as she stretched and untangled herself from the blankets. They had definitely crossed a line last night. Twice, to be exact. It was better than he had remembered. It was heated, almost desperate. He knew he wanted to do it again, but wasn’t sure what Mae was thinking.

Afterward, they hadn’t said much. They’d simply lain in silence, intertwined on the couch with the blaze of the fire the only light. It felt comfortable. She was in no rush to get up, and neither was he. He watched as she had fallen asleep on his chest, where his heart beat calmly. He truly felt at home.

“Good morning,” said Mae groggily from the couch.

“Morning.”

He caught her eye and watched as she shyly wrapped herself in a knit blanket. She stood from the couch, carefully covering herself, and made her way to the kitchen.

“Coffee. Please,” she said, nodding at the steaming pot.

Jonas nodded. “How did you sleep?”