Page 130 of Endgame

Oh yeah, he did…

My eyelids fluttered shut when his mouth descended on me, his tongue snaking out to probe my swollen clit. I was aching, pulsing, and when he touched me I almost bucked clean off the bed.

“Relax,” he coaxed, resting my legs over his shoulders. Pulling me closer with his hands, he stroked me slowly, eyes locked on my face, watching my reaction. “Does that feel good, Six?”

I nodded frantically, clutching at his sheets as he spread me open with his fingers and lapped at me with his tongue.

“Fuck,” I cried out when he bit down on my clit and tugged. The sensation was pleasure bordering on pain and it caused a fierce jolt of arousal to rise inside of me.

It was too much and not nearly enough all rolled into one.

Rourke didn’t let up either. No, he continued to torture me with his mouth and hands, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm before pulling away at the last minute, leaving me crying out in frustration in his arms.

“Relax,” he repeated, coaxing me back down on the mattress with his hand. “Let me make this good for you.”

Goodfor me?

It was already freaking fabulous for me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he whispered, slipping a finger inside of me. “I’ve been in a permanent state of semi-hardness since you came here.”

“Use it,” I begged. “Please. Put it inside me.”

“God baby,” he groaned, fingers moving more urgent now. “You trying to kill me or something?”

“No. I’m trying to get you to fuck me.” I shook my head and cried out. “Please, Rourke,” I whined, bucking my hips upwards. “Make me come.”

He touched me again, shutting me up with those skilled fingers and freaking fantastic mouth. The feeling was phenomenal. His touch was so welcoming. It was like he had electric currents under his fingertips and every touch shot a bolt of sizzling, delicious electricity through my body straight to my swollen clit.

“How do I rank in the friendship stakes?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my clit, and ignoring my feeble protests.

“The best,” I rambled, rocking and shaking beneath. “The very best. In fact, you’ve been promoted to best friend already!”

“Good,” he teased. “I love promotions.”

“Uh-huh.” Grabbing a pillow, I dragged it to my face and bit down hard, moaning loudly when I felt his tongue run the length of my slit before plunging inside me. “Oh my god…Rourke!”

Rourke

THE MIDMORNING SUN POURED through my bedroom window, casting Six in a halo of light. Fuck me, she was beautiful, laying naked on my bed, all tangled up in my sheets.

Her dark hair fanned over my pillow as she snuggled her body against mine and my chest tightened at the sight of her sleeping frame. She looked so small, so unbelievably fragile, all five feet nothing of her, as she clung to my side.

Last night blew my mind. This girl was making me questioneverything. My past, my present, and scary as hell to admit, my future, too.

The handle of my door jangled and my eyes flew open just as Amelia peeked her blonde head around the door. Her gaze landed on me before moving to Six, her expression disgusted. The scowl on Amelia’s face was quickly replaced with recognition when she realized it wasn’t Britt in my bed. Her mouth formed a silent O before transforming into a huge smile. Her eyes landed on mine again, this time excited and inquisitive. I shook my head slightly, warning her off. I loved my baby sister, but if she woke Six up now and broke my perfect fucking moment, I was going to be pissed.

Amelia’s gaze landed on me once more and she gave me a huge smile and an emphatic thumbs up before retreating from my room and closing the door quietly.

I tightened the arm I had wrapped around Six’s back and exhaled a contented sigh. That move earned me a small protest.

“Stay, Rourke,” she mumbled in her sleep, tossing her thigh over mine, pressing herself closer to me. “Stay with me.”

Fuck me.

I was ruined.

This girl was destroying me.

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