Page 86 of A Little Secret

I sound like a bitch. I know I do, but he’s being unfair, and I’m not going to simply roll over and take it.

His jaw tics, but he lets out a slow breath, his expression softening. “Me and you, Fin. I wanna discuss me and you.”

“Okay.” I sigh. “Well, for starters, that was a wise choice.” His mouth twitches. “And secondly, you’re not allowed to be mad at me. I might not’ve said no, but I didn’t say yes, either, okay? I have no desire to date—or to be with—anyone but you, which is why I came in here. To be withyou,” I emphasize. “Not Dreggs. Not any other guy. Only you.”

His grasp on my wrist tightens, and he tugs me into him, surprising me with a bruising kiss I can feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I moan at the contact, letting my hands roam every dip and flex of his muscles beneath my touch. “I like you like this,” I whisper against his mouth, finding the knot in the towel. It drops to our feet. “All needy and jealous.” Lifting my chin, I let him kiss me again. It’s softer this time but just as desperate. I like him like this, too. Seeing him care. Seeing him give a shit when he’s so laid back most of the time it’s impossible to tell whether or not he’s affected by…anything, really. His cock bobs between us, and I grasp it softly, running my fingers over the head like it’s a delicate flower, well aware of exactly how much I’m teasing him.

A groan of frustration hits my mouth, and he leans away with a warning look. “You playing with me, Fin?”

“Is that what I’m doing?” I ask innocently.

“Gonna fuck that smart mouth of yours again one of these days.”

“I mean, I did offer,” I quip.

“And if we were anywhere else, I’d take you up on it.” His hands find the loop of my jeans, and he tugs me toward him, grinding his cock against my bare upper stomach, thanks to the knotted jersey beneath my breasts. “Do you have any idea how much this has been killing me?” He slips his hands around my waist and along my spine, causing goosebumps to spread over my skin like wildfire.

Leaning closer, he sucks on the patch of skin just beneath my ear, and I tilt my head as he unbuttons my jeans and slides them down to my knees. I never felt this with Drew. This…intensity. This…completely unhinged desire to throw caution to the wind, no matter how stupid it is. Because let’s be real. Hooking up in the men’s locker room isn’t the brightest thing either of us has ever done, yet here we are, desperate to feel each other. To touch each other. To come apart with each other. Because of each other.

Spinning me around, he orders, “Hands on the wall.”

I peek over my shoulder and place my open palms on the tile as he fists his hard cock, spreading the pre-cum along his shaft.

My core clenches at the view, and I bite my bottom lip, wiggling my ass in front of him. “Any day now, Griff.”

His chuckle is dry and low as he steps closer, lining himself up with my entrance. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that, right, Fin?”

With a nod, I arch my back, trying to push him inside of me, but he pulls back, rubbing the head along my slit but not entering me the way I want. The way I need.

“Speaking of pain in the ass,” I muse. “Are you gonna fuck me or not, Griff?”

He smirks. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Figured I’d return the favor.”

I laugh and slip my hand between my thighs, playing with myself before dragging the moisture to the head of his cock still tucked against my center. “Do you have any idea how wet I am for you?”

Griffin’s head falls forward, and he groans, reaching around me. A sting hits the back of my hand as he slaps me away and envelops my wrist. With his opposite hand, he grabs my hips, ramming himself inside of me, pushing my face into the tile wall and hitching my hand behind my back. The icy surface seeps through my jersey and makes my nipples harden with anticipation. This. I never knew it could be like this. Thathecould be like this.

My jaw drops at the intrusion, the delicious stretch making my knees weak as I try to catch my breath.

“This pussy is mine. This body is mine. This soul is mine.” He pulls out, then thrusts into me again, hitting me so deep I could scream.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Yeah,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “Fuck.”

Moving my hair to one side, he sucks on my throat, rutting into me hard and fast and wild. His fingers slide around my waist, find my clit, and I combust around him. The nails of my free hand scrape against the tile surface as stars erupt behind my closed eyes. Never, and I mean never, have I been fucked like this. So raw and animalistic. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and when his cock jerks inside of me, I want every fucking ounce. I crave it. Need it. Need him.

His heart rams against my chest as we both catch our breath, his forehead resting at the base of my neck, when all of a sudden, I hear a cold, detached voice from the shower’s entrance.

“What the fuck?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

FINLEY

Griffin’s softening cock slips out of me as he blocks my half-naked body from my older freaking brother.

Shit.

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