Page 102 of The Bad Brother

“But—”

Before I can protest, Jensen lifts me again. “I need you to wait,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of my jaw while he carries me, his cock rubbing the slick walls of my pussy with every step. Arms and legs wrapped around him, small, whimpering mewls escaping my lips with every step, Jensen carries me upstairs and lays me on the bed while he finishes getting undressed.

As soon as he’s as naked as I am, he stretches himself over me again, sliding into me slowly, mouth fused to mine. Fitting his hand against the small of my back, he turns until he’s beneath me. Hand fit around my hips, he tilts them forward and lifts me up, along the thick, rigid length of his cock, before pulling me back down. “I want to watch you ride me while you say it.”

Leaning forward on another soft moan, I flex my hips, lifting and lowering them on my own, while one of thehands wrapped around my hips slips forward to stroke my clit, the teasing friction of it enough to sink my nails into the thick muscles of his chest and drag a soft, shuddering moan up the length of my throat. Rocking forward on each deep, downward thrust, over and over until I’m dangling over the edge again, the small of my back tingling, winding tighter and tighter with every flex and roll of my hips.

“Jensen…”

“Perfect.” He whispers it, his tone heavy, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to take. To fuck him, anyway I want. “The way your dirty little pussy soaks my cock. The way you taste. The way you fuck.” Lifting his head, he captures one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and nipping its stiff peak until I cry out.

“I love you.”

“Fuuuck.” Rolling us over on a groan, Jensen’s mouth finds mine while his hips rock and pump against me. “I love you, Sloane. No matter where you are, I’m always going to love you,” he whispers against my lips, a moment before he gives me a final, deep thrust, my pussy tightening, gripping around him like a fist, milking his cock while we both come undone.

THE LONGER I LAY HERE, JENSENsleeping next to me, the more certain I become.

I can’t let Ethan win.

I can’t let him take this from me.

From either of us.

He’s taken enough.

That means I’m not leaving, no matter what Jensen says. The problem is that I already tendered my resignation and accepted another position.

Reaching for my phone on the nightstand, I check the time. It’s 7AM. As chief of surgery, barring disaster, Ragnar keeps banker’s hours—nine to five. That means she doesn’t get to the hospital for another two hours, so she hasn’t checked her email yet.

Problem number two is that the hospital operates on a closed server. There’s no way for me to access my email todelete it before she sees my resignation from here. If I want to delete it, I’ll have to actually go into the hospital.

Starting to slowly ease myself out of bed, I’m not surprised when I feel Jensen’s arms tighten around my waist to pull me closer. “Where you goin’, Peach?” he murmurs in my ear, eyes still closed.

“I’m thirsty,” I tell him, tilting my head to press my lips to the firm angle of his jaw.

“You stay,” he tells me, his tone still heavy with sleep, the arms around me tighten for a moment before they start to loosen. “I’ll get it.”

“No,youstay here.” I kiss him again, this time on the mouth, when his brow crumples into a frown. “I need to check on Mr. Redford anyway. I’ll be right back.”

Loosening his arms completely, Jensen lets me go on a sigh. “Hurry.”

Easing myself out of bed, I stand at the side of it, waiting until his breathing slows and he falls back to sleep. Telling myself I’m not a liar because Iamgoing to check on Mr. Redford while I’m at the hospital, I get dressed, throwing on a pair of scrub pants and top before hurrying downstairs. Stopping only long enough for a quick drink of water at the kitchen sink to make myself feel better, I grab my bag and the sneakers I kicked off when I came home last night and ease myself out the front door—and run right into River.

“Oh.” When she sees me, she stops, mid-stride, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “Hi—I woke up and Jen was gone, so I?—”

“He’s sleeping.” I say, while I close the front dooras quietly as I can. Giving her a nervous smile, I remember Jensen’s comment about River being mad at him if he didn’t follow me to LA, and figure she knows about us. It’s safe to assume everyone knows about us by now. “Upstairs.”

The smile she gives me is nearly wide enough to crack her face in two. “He told you.”

Leaning against the closed door, I set my bag on the floor so I can pull my shoes on, while shaking my head. “Told me what?”

“That he’s in love with you,” she says it like I’m dumb for even asking. “And you forgave him.”

“Yes.” Nodding, I put my newly sneakered foot back on the floor before bending down to retrieve my bag. “He was here when I got home last night and we—” When I straighten, River is frowning at me.

“Where are you going?” she asks, her gaze narrowing suspiciously.

“To the hospital,” I answer her truthfully, too on the spot to make up a convincing lie. “I need to?—”

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