Page 50 of The Bad Brother

Pressing another soft kiss against the fast, thready pulse pounding at the base of my throat, Jensen whispers. “Still wondering why I call you Peach?”

Giving in, I press my palms against his chest before sliding careful hands across his shoulders to grip them around the back of his neck. “Yes...” It comes out on a whimper when I feel the pads of his thumbs skim past the narrow crotch of my sleep shorts, his cock giving a hard jerk when he realizes I’m not wearing any underwear.

Still teasing me, Jensen strokes his thumb along the seam of my slit, digging his fingers into my ass on a growl when my hips shift beneath them, trying to rub my pussy against him. Lifting his head, his hands go still between my thighs. “Don’t move,” he warns me softly, his mismatched gaze hooked into mine. “Not until I say so.”

Rolling my lips between my teeth on a desperate whimper, I nod my head even as I shake with the effort to keep still. Letting my eyes slip closed, I tighten my grip on the back of his neck while he rewards me for my obedience by stroking the seam of my bare pussy, the teasing pressure of it wrapping around the base of my spine. Tingling againstmy stiff, swollen nipples. The build of sensation so agonizingly slow, I want to scream with frustration. “Tell me…” Head falling back on my neck with a sigh, I give his mouth room to skim the curve of my jaw. “Why…”

“Imagine eating the sweetest, ripest, juiciest peach you’ve ever had in your life,” he says softly, cheek pressed against mine. Mouth hovering above the shell of my ear while he strokes his thumb over my aching slit. “So juicy and ripe and sweet, it drips down your chin, every time you take a bite...” The pad of his thumb splits the seam of my pussy to slick over my throbbing clit. “That’s what I imagine eating your pussy would be like.”

Ohmygod…

“Jensen.” His name comes out on a desperate moan, hands sliding off of his neck to grip the back of his chair, arms shaking with the effort to stay still while he strokes my clit. “Please…I need…”

“Fuuuck,” he groans in my ear. “So fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Peach?”

“Yes…” I sob the word, the tail end of it snagging on a sharp gasp when I feel one of his hands lift from my thigh to wrap itself in my hair, angling my head back even further with a hard jerk.

“It’s okay,” he whispers in my ear, his tone strung nearly as tight as mine while the hand still wrapped around my thigh eases its grip. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Yes.

My hips roll forward on another broken sob, mindlessly chasing the orgasm building against my core. The rough pad of his thumb relentlessly stroking andsliding over my swollen clit while I rub and fuck myself against him, every pass pushing me closer and closer until I’m teetering on the edge.

Behind me, someone knocks on the front door, the sudden intrusion breaking my concentration, yanking release from my grasp. Like he knows exactly what I’m about to do, Jensen tightens his grip in my hair, still stroking me. “Don’t stop,” he growls down at me, teeth nipping at my lower lip. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“But—” Because they have a mind of their own and have no intention of stopping anything, my hips keep flexing and rolling against him, desperately chasing release.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jensen lets out a frustrated groan, still stroking his thumb over my slick, swollen clit. “I’m not stopping until my filthy little peach soaks the front of my pants with her cum.” He grits it out, every dirty word pushing me higher and further until my entire body begins to shake and my hips start bucking and crashing against the pressure of his hands holding me against him.“Fuck…that’s it—” he growls it in my ear, even as the person in the hallway knocks on my door again. “you can do it, Sloane. Be a good little peach and come for me.”

Something inside me snaps and I start to crumble, the wreckage consumed and burned to ash by the white-hot blast that shoots down my spine. “Jen—” His mouth crashes into mine with a groan, swallowing my cries, my hands slipping into his hair as I shatter into a million pieces for him, over and over again.

SINCE HE’S NOT EXACTLY KNOWN FOR HISpatience, I know I don’t have long before Cade comes through that door to see what the hell is going on. That’s not what finally gets me to stop touching her, though. It’s the thought that if Cade comes through that door and sees Sloane like this, shaking and vulnerable in my lap, riding the tail end of the orgasm I just gave her, I’ll probably lose my shit and kill him.

Because no one gets to see her like this.

No one gets to hear her moan and whimper while she comes.

No one but me.

Fuck.

Teetering on the brink of self-control and feeling crazier than I have in a while, I tear my mouth away from hers on a frustrated groan. Pulling my hand from between her legs, I nearly come all over myself when she lets out a softbleat of protest, her hips rolling forward to rub her pussy against the stiff ridge of my cock.

Because I’m literal nanoseconds away from shouting at Cade to go home so I can fuck Sloane to death on her kitchen floor, I fit my hands around her waist and lift her from my lap. Setting her back in her own chair, I make the mistake of looking down at the lap she just vacated. The front of my track pants are soaked. So wet from her pussy grinding against me that I can clearly see the head of my cock outlined against them.

And then I make mistake number two by looking ather.Sitting across from me, so close our knees are touching. Thighs relaxed enough to show me what’s between them. The crotch of her sleep shorts pulled to the side to expose her dripping wet pussy. Chest heaving like she’d been running for her life only seconds ago. Mouth, swollen from the crush of mine, open to drag soft, shallow breaths into her lungs. Nipples so stiff and tight they brush against the thin cotton of her shirt with every uneven breath.

Fuck.

Me.

Standing slowly, I tell myself I’m leaving. Making it to the door and stopping Cade before he has a chance to get it open and get himself murdered. I have every intention of walking away… at least that’s what I tell myself but I know it’s a dirty fucking lie when, still looking down at her, I watch as Sloane leans into the space between us to drag the flat of her tongue across the wet spot she left on the front of my pants, her dark, bottomless gaze never leaving mine.

My filthy little peach.

“Jen—” Cade isn’t knocking anymore. He’s pounding on the door like he’s about to kick it in.

“If you open that fucking door, I’m going to kill you,” I bellow back even as I’m fisting a hand in her hair while jerking my pants down with the other. “Open your mouth,” I growl softly, nearly coming all over the both of us a second time when the briefest of smirks touches the corner of her mouth before she complies.

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