Page 101 of Choices

“I’m already on it.”

“Good.” He nods toward my busted lip. “I fucked up your pretty face.”

Scoffing, I smirk. “Well, I drank your beer, asshole.”

His mouth cracks into a smile, and I know we’re going to be all right.

After getting myself cleaned up and avoiding questions from every brother I pass, I came straight to Kit’s room, finding it empty. I texted her, and she said she was five minutes away—fifteen minutes ago. When the door finally opens, my raging heart settles in my chest. I take her in like air to my lungs, finally able to breathe.

“Did you clean my room?” She frowns, looking around the space.

It is too tidy in here. “No. It must have been Diamond.” I shrug, sitting on the edge of her bed.

“Oh my god.” She gasps, moving farther into the room, her eyes devouring the side of my face Callan took his fist to. “Who did that to you?”

“I’m all right.” I take her hand when she attempts to reach out to touch the bruising on my cheekbone. We’re both a canvas of black and blue.

“Was it my dad?” she asks, her tone riddled with contempt.

“Your brother,” I grunt. I don’t want more lies between us. There’s still so much I need to tell her.

“Callan?” she says through clenched teeth. “That fucker.”

“It’s okay. It’s done. He knows, and we’re good.”

“Wait—he’s okay with us?”

“He doesn’t like that I kept it from him but…”

She releases a long breath, nodding. “Wow, so this is really happening.”

A thousand emotions cross her face, and I squeeze her hand tighter. “I meant what I said this morning. I told Claire.” Her eyes enlarge, and her lip trembles. “You want this, right? Us?” My chest clenches at the possibility of her changing her mind.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she admits, and her words warm me all over.

Gripping her hips, I pull her into me and wrap my arms around her. Resting my face against her tits, I breathe her in. “Do you want to sleep in here tonight?” she asks.

“Fuck yes.”

Pulling back, she unzips her pants and shimmies them down her legs, exposing her creamy flesh to my greedy eyes. Next goes her shirt. She’s braless, and the hooped jewelry in her nipples catches the light. Saliva floods my mouth, and my dickgrows against my zipper. There’s no fucking way we’re sleeping tonight.

Sauntering around the side of the bed, she bends over teasingly and drops her panties, flashing me her juicy ass and a pink sliver of pussy. Dark purple bruises form a pattern up her spine. My fists clench at my sides. We should have taken a limb for every mark he made on her body. He got off too easy.

Getting to my feet, I rip my shirt over my head, my cut already hanging on the back of the door.

Climbing into the bed, she lays on her back and bites her lip. “Come here then,” she taunts with a crook of her finger.

She doesn’t need to ask twice.

Lowering myself down her body like a starving man getting fed for the first time after being lost at sea for what seems like forever, I push against her thighs, widening her legs, and swipe my tongue up her folds, tasting, consuming, and pleasuring all at once. She’s completely bald there except for a small heart shape patch of hair she’s dyed pink.

I spread her open with my fingers and taste every inch of her. Ravenous and messy, I feast on what’s mine, ignoring the sting of my split lip. I nip at her clit, applying enough pressure to make her jolt. Her moans fill my ears like music as she grips my head, urging me on. If I suffocated between her legs, it would be a good fucking death.

Her hips buck off the mattress, fucking my face as I eat her. Wild and lost to the sensations of her body, she chases the high with me. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans, begging for its turn.

Laying my forearm across her lower stomach, I force her hips back to the bed and use my other hand to sink fingers inside her tight hole, slick and ready. First one, then two, I push past her folds, her warm, firm walls welcoming the intrusion. I add a third and pump hard and fast, curling them to stroke the littlebundle of nerves while my tongue flicks over her clit until she’s tugging at my hair and covering her own mouth to mute her screams.

She moans so hard, it resounds through her body into mine. Clamping her thighs against my head, she holds me hostage, riding the wave of release. She chants my name like a prayer as her juices pulse past my fingers and trickle down her ass crack and thighs.

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