Page 39 of The Bad Brother

“Do you hear that, Peach?” Mouth pressed against her ear again, I lift my head just enough so I can see her face while we both listen to the dirty sounds of my cock pumping in and out of her wet pussy. Watch her eyes glaze over when I shift the hold I have on her to press and swirl my thumb against her slick, throbbing clit. “How wet your filthy little pussy is for me. That’s how desperate you are for my cum.”

“Ohgod…yes…” It comes out on a mewling whimper, her arms unwinding from around my neck to rake her short, blunt nails down my back, the sting of it wrapping around the base of my spine before it flares white hot. “Come in me, Jensen… please… I need?—”

“Such a good little Peach…” Pulling my other hand from her hair, I press it against her shoulder, pushing her back, flat on the table. “Begging for my cum.” Pulling out only long enough to jerk her panties all the way off. “Is that what you want?” I hook my arm under one of her thighs. “You want me to fill you full of cum?”

She arches her back and swivels her hips, rubbing her soaking wet pussy against the head of my cock. “Yes... please...”

“Not yet...” Opening her up, I lift her ass off the table before stroking back into her on a low groan, the change in angle allowing me to bottom out while my thumb continues to tease and swirl against her engorged clit. “Not until I feel that filthy little pussy of yours milk my cock,” I grit it out, each word punctuated with the sound of my hips slapping against her soft inner thighs, her perfect tits bouncing with each hard, deep thrust. Back arched. Hands gripped around the edges of the table to hold herself in place while I pound her into it with my cock. Aiming my gaze at the place where we’re joined, I watch my shaft pump in and out of her slick, swollen pussy.

Shit.

Mistake.

Big mistake.

“Fuck...” Eyes shut, I feel my balls go tight, the urge to come so strong I have to fight it off. “Sloane?—”

As soon as I say it, she comes on a scream that soundslike my name, her pussy clamping around me like a fist, gripping and convulsing as wave after wave of release washes over her while I finally let go. Coming with her on a rough shout, I drop her leg and pull her close. Hold on for dear life, my cock jerking and spasming inside her while we both shake and try to catch our breath.

Since I stopped thinking a while ago and I have no intention of starting back up anytime soon, I start to pick her up so I can carry her upstairs and into the shower.

That’s when I see it. Recognize it.

A green silk blouse and a pair of scuffed heels. Expensive lace and perfumed lotion. Shampoo and body wash.

All the things that Hanna left behind when she left.

Dropping her back on the table, I make a harsh, ugly sound in the back of my throat and back away.

She had me.

She almost fucking had me.

“How’d you know her name?” Looking down, I yank my jeans up before looking at her to find her staring at me like I just slapped her in the face. Laughing so I don’t punchmyselfin the fucking face for being so stupid, I lean over her, planting my hands on the table on either side of her hips, caging her in so she can’t run away. “Hanna,” I spit my ex’s name in her face. “How’d you know her name?”

Eyes yanked wide by my question, Sloane stares up at me, shaking her head. “I don’t… I mean?—”

“Right. Tell me somethingdoctor…” Giving her a flat, humorless smile while I let my gaze drift down her naked body on another cruel laugh before I re-aim my glare at her face. “It’s been what? A fewweekssince your supposed boyfriend dumped you?” Not waiting for her to answer, Ilean in even further, bringing my mouth to her ear so I can whisper the rest. “If you’re so heartbroken, why the hell did you just let a lowlife asshole like me put his dick in you?”

When I say it, her eyes go wide and she jerks back like I just slapped her in the face. Without waiting for an answer, I push away from her on a shitty laugh, turn on my heel and go home.

IF YOU’RE SO HEARTBROKEN, WHY THEhell did just let a lowlife asshole like me put his dick in you?

His question rings in my ears and stains my cheeks with a sickening mixture of mortification and anger. Stunned and embarrassed, I watch while Jensen tucks himself back into his pants, gives me a shittyI knew itkind of smirk and walks out and across the hall to his own apartment without a backward glance. The slam of his front door echoes like a gunshot between us, jolting me off the dining room table I’m sitting on and onto rubbery legs that promise to dump me on my ass if I try to use them.

I’d rather fall on my face than stand here naked and on the verge of crying for one more fucking second. Forcing my legs into compliance, I stumble my way to the open door to push it closed, with a slam hard enough to match Jensen’s, the crack of it so satisfying, I want to re-open the door, just so I can do it again. Because I’m naked and have serious doubts that I’m going to be able to make it up the steep, spiral staircase to bed, I lurch my way back to the dining room table, to the only article of clothing that’s readily available. Pulling on the T-shirt Jensen left behind, I do my best to ignore the way my stomach tries to flip itself inside out when the smell of him fills my nose.

I want to feel that filthy little pussy of yours milk my cock.

As dressed as I’m going to get, I hobble my way into the kitchen where I stand at the sink and drink several glasses of water, leaning myself against the kitchen counter until I’m fairly certain my legs can take me where I want to go. Intent on a shower and bed, I make it as far as the living room before I gas out. Throwing myself onto the couch, I curl up in the corner of it before dragging its cashmere throw over me. Cheek resting on the arm of the couch, I stare out the windows facing the river, the bright lights of Clearwater. The hospital. The luxury, riverfront condos. The posh country club owned by my stepfather, surrounded by palatial estates, glistening in the distance.

Jensen is right.

I should be heartbroken.

Ethan didn’t just break off our engagement. He ended things between us in the cruelest way possible. He did everything he could to destroy me. I should be devastated.

But I’m not.

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