Page 42 of Old Money

He’s talking to his brother, but he’s saying it to me. I’m staring at him while he speaks with so much conviction, like professing his feelings for me is the most natural thing in the world. I slowly become aware that we are not alone again and turn back to Brooks, who has a surprised look on his face. He lets out a sharp whistle.

“Well damn, Brother,” he says, slapping his knee. “I never thought I’d see the day. And listen, I’m happy for you both. Really, I am. My lips are sealed. He stands up slowly, and Julian and I follow suit. He pulls Julian in for a long hug, patting his back, and I can see that he means it. Then he reaches around and hugs me tight too. “Be good to him, Sawyer,” he whispers in my ear. Then he pulls back. “It was great to meet you. Hope to see more of you. Big Brother, I’ll talk to you soon.”

He claps Julian’s back, and then he walks back out the door.

I turn slowly to Julian, my eyes big and my heart pounding.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says, reaching out to take my hands in his. “I had no idea he was still using this place as his…I don’t know. And I don’t want to know,” he chuckles. “But I’m sorry. I promise he won’t say anything, though.”

I bite my lip.

“Did you mean what you told him?” I ask. My heart is thudding so hard in my chest that it feels like it’s moving my whole body. He pulls me into him slightly, wrapping one arm around my waist and putting the other palm on my cheek. His eyebrows knit together as his big brown eyes bore into mine.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he says. “Every word. If you want me, I’m yours.” I swallow, then I tuck my arms inside of his and wrap them around him.

“It felt good, telling someone,” I admit. His perfect lips tug into a half-smile as he looks down at me.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm,” I say. “Even if he thinks you’re my sugar daddy, which I guess you kind of are.”

He laughs, bending down to leave a string of soft kisses under my ear, down my jawline.

“I do kind of like you calling me ‘Daddy.’ But I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he says. “However you want me to be it.”

Chills erupt all over my skin from his touch.

I want this. Every day. With him and only him.

“I don’t want anyone else to have you, Julian,” I whisper. “And I want everyone to know that they can’t have you.” He stops kissing me, our eyes locking as he stands up. He cocks an eyebrow, trying to decide if I’m saying what he thinks I’m saying.

“What…what are you saying, Sawyer?” he asks.

“I’m saying that I’m all in,” I tell him. “I want you, and I want this. I don’t want to sneak around anymore.”

Slowly, the intense look on his face eases up. His eyebrows smooth out, and his face breaks out into the biggest smile I have ever seen. He pulls me in for a long, hard kiss, scooping me up off the ground as he slides one hand under my ass and slides one up my back into my hair. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me through the apartment and into the bedroom.

We come apart for a moment, and he closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine.

“I don’t think I realized how badly I wanted to hear you say those words until you actually did,” he says. I smile, running my fingers through his brown waves and kissing his forehead.

“I’ve been wanting to say them for a while,” I tell him. He stares up at me, still holding me up.

“There are still some things I want to tell you before we make any moves,” he says. I smile, bending down to kiss him again.

“Okay,” I say. “But could that wait?”

“Wait for what?”

“Wait until after you fuck me like you don’t want anyone else to,” I say. I feel his cock twitch beneath me.

“Oh, baby,” he growls as he spins me around, carrying me to the bed and laying me down on top of it. “I’m gonna fuck you so that you don’t remember any other man that’s ever touched you. And so you never want to be touched by anyone else ever again.”

JULIAN

I’m not sure if it’s the adrenaline from having to save her from my family, the way it felt to be professing my devotion to her out loud, the fact that she wants it in return, or an explosive combination, but I need heryesterday.

She’s got on a cute little button-up night shirt with plaid pajama shorts that show off the little curve of her ass. An ass that my pigheaded little brother was undoubtedly enjoying before I got here. Probably after too.

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