Page 57 of The Secret's Out

Hell, when Caden said my name earlier, instead of my biker name, it made me realise the strength of the connection between us. Not only because of Josie, but because I’d always thought of him as more than just a brother.

Christ, I needed to get to sleep instead of sounding like a fuckin’ pussy.

Eventually, I did, curled around our sleeping woman.

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First I felt a hand roaming around my stomach when I woke. I peeked through my eyes to see it was still dark outside. What the time was, I had no clue. But that hand suddenly seemed very eager and then so was the voice that came next.

“Eli,” Josie whispered with a plea in her voice.

“Babe?” I asked groggily. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I woke up...” I heard her moisten her lips. She was nervous.

“Sweetheart, you should know by now you can tell me anything.” I moved her enough to get my arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on my chest, her hand still gliding across, up and down my stomach. “You have a bad dream?”

“No. I...since you and Caden have been here, the nightmares have gone.”

Hearing that was gold.

“I’m glad, babe. So what’s up?”

“I was wondering...can I, would you mind if I, um...touched you?”

My body stilled. Holy hell, had I heard our girl right?

Now it was my turn to lick my lips. “Josie, you mean you wanna touch my cock?”

She hid her face into my chest more, and then whispered the most magical word, “Yes.”

I took her hand in mine and slowly led it from my stomach down to my boxers and ran her hand over my dick. “You mean like this?” I queried.

“Mhmm,” she mumbled with a nod. “But, also without the boxers in the way.”

“Jesus, woman, you’re killin’ me here.” I took my hand from her and, with my other hand, I pushed down my boxers lettin’ my hard cock bounce back on my stomach. “Touch me, sweetheart,” I growled, leaving my hands down at my side.

Her touch was light at first, until she took hold of my dick in a firm grip and started to slide her small hand up and down my length.

“That feels so good, Josie. So fuckin’ good.” Her rhythm picked up and if she wasn’t careful, I was gonna embarrass myself and come soon. Her body started movin’ beside me, squirming. Christ, she was getting’ turned on from touchin’ me. Her legs rubbed together over and over as she kept up the motion on my cock with her hand.

“Eli,” she whispered into the dark room.

Crap. It wasn’t the time for a conversation. I was about to blow my load.

“Yeah, ah, fuck, yeah,” I groaned when she ran her thumb over the tip of my nob.

“Eli, I really need something.”

“Tell me,” I asked on a growl. If she wanted anything, I would give it to her.

“I would like,”—she squeezed my cock—“this inside me.”

Shaking my head, I thought, again, that I was hearing things...or was I dreamin’?

“Please?” she begged in a soft voice.

“Sweetheart, you sure?”

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