Page 109 of Revival

“This isn’t funny.” A shudder runs through her body, and she trembles in my arms.

Fuck.

“It’ll be okay, Kitten.”

“I need them to like you. I don’t want to have to choose. It would kill me to choose.”

“You won’t have to choose,” I vow. I’d walk away before I ever put her in that position. As much as it’d kill me, I’d give her up all over again.

I did it once before against my will, and we both survived.

Her intense gaze searches mine as if she senses the words left unsaid.

“I don’t want to talk.” Her palm cups the back of my head, and she drags me back to her mouth. “Please give me something else to think about besides my overprotective brother,” she says against my lips.

“All you had to do was ask.”

I slam my mouth down on hers, eyes falling shut as I drown in her sweet taste.

Kissing Cortney is like indulging in your favorite drink. One sip is never enough. Neither is a glass. Next thing you know, you’re ten deep and drunk. I could go the rest of my life without consuming another drop of alcohol and still find myself intoxicated on Cortney alone.

The tips of my fingers slip into the back of her scrub pants and trace across the lacy edge of her thong. Her skin is smooth and warm against my hand. Swiveling hips bring us closer, her pelvis pressing flush against my hard cock.

The rocking motion reveals what she wants. I bring my hand around the front, moving my mouth down her neck as I find the string holding her scrub pants up. With one tug, the bow unravels. With another push, the pants pool at her ankles.

“Spencer.”

“Fucking love how my name sounds from that pretty mouth,” I growl, nipping at the edge of her jaw.

“Someone could see.”

“Nobody’s here but us, Kitten.”

She trembles as I curl my fingers beneath the lace and slide them over the soft strip of hair leading to her needy cunt.

Her mouth drops open in a silent moan as I slide my middle finger deep inside. I begin a slow imitation of fucking. In. Out. In. Out. Pumping into her as if it were my cock.

Pinned between my body and the car, she can only helplessly buck her hips, moaning my name again.

“That’s right. Let me hear you.” I stop pumping and start curling, crooking my finger against that spot I know will drive her fucking wild. Her breathy moans transport me back to that cabana beside the lazy river, where I leisurely stroked her until she broke in my arms.

If only she knew how many times I jacked off to that memory during the weeks we were apart.

“Spencer.” This time she whimpers, fuckingwhimpersmy name. My cock pulses against the zipper on my jeans.

“I know, gorgeous. You’re doing so well for me.” I bring my lips back to her mouth, tasting her as I insert another finger beside the first.

She rises onto her tiptoes, mouth falling open as she pulses against my hand. Her fingers clutch at my biceps, gripping me with bruising pressure. “You’re going to make me come.”

My thumb strums across her swollen clit. Wedging my other arm around her waist, I hold her up as her legs shake. “That’s the goal. I need you dripping before I sink myself into you and fuck you until you scream.”

“Do it,” she taunts on a breathy pant. “I want that.”

The bruising force doesn’t register as I drop to my knees before her. Glancing up through my lashes, I watch desire swirl in her eyes. Her hand slips into my hair, stroking, nudging, urging me closer.

I once told her that I’m in charge when it comes to our pleasure. That I wouldn’t let her boss me around.

I lied.

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