Page 65 of The Bad Brother

I’m a fucking coward.

When I blurt it out, her frown deepens. “I know,” she says on a confused laugh. “They were here when I left for?—”

“No. I had them installed here. In the loft.” Shaking my head, I loosen my arm from around her waist. “They’re everywhere.” I had no real intention of telling her but I understand why that changed. I’m telling her because I want her to get mad at me. Tell me I’m a weird, perverted asshole for invading her privacy and to get out. That she never wants to see me again because that would end things without me having to tell her the truth about who I really am. What Idon’tunderstand is her reaction to my confession.

“Oh...” she says, brow still crumpled while she pieces it all together. “Is that how you knew I was home?”

“Yeah. I have an app on my phone that lets me look at them whenever I want.” Nodding, I wait for it to hit her. That I’m invading her privacy. Watching her without her permission.

She’s quiet for a few moments before the tension in her forehead eases away on a sigh. “Okay.”

“Okay…” I repeat the word back to her like I’ve never heard it before. “What do you mean,okay? I just told you that I had surveillance cameras installed in your private space without telling you. How is that okay?”

“Maybe you were right,” she tells me, her eyes shining mischievously in the dark. “Maybe Idolike being spied on.”

“I’m being serious, Sloane.” I don’t know why but her reaction makes me feel about a million times worse.

“So am I.” I can hear it in her tone. She’s confused by my reaction. When all I do is keep staring at her like she’s crazy, Sloane sighs. “This isn’tmyprivate space, Jensen—it’s yours. I’m only borrowing it. I’ll be moving out—sooner, rather than later.”

I’ll be moving out—sooner, rather than later.

As soon as she says it, everything else disappears.

Nothing else matters.

Not the fact that fate cruelly tied us together, long before we ever met, or even the fact that by not telling her, I’m no better than my bottom-feeding brother.

Because Sloane has made up her mind, even if she hasn’t said it outright.

She’s leaving.

“I told you I don’t want you to move out,” I remind her, the words barely able to push past the tight flex of my jaw even while I’m telling myself to shut up. That letting her go, in light of everything I’ve learned over the last hour, is what’s best. That ending it before she finds out who I really am is the smartest thing I can do.

But I can’t.

I can’t fucking do it.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Sloane shakes her head. “I know what you said, but I have to be practical about this. I can’t just?—”

That’s as far as I let her get.

“You’re not listening, Peach—” Driven by pure, desperate need, I tighten my arm around her waist, pulling her against me before I roll her onto her back. “I saidI don’t want you to move out.” Hips wedged into the cradle of her thighs, I roll them against hers, dragging the hard bulge of my cock up the seam of her pussy before grinding myself against her clit.

“Jensen…” My name rattles up the length of her throat on a sharp gasp like she can’t understand how we keep going from fighting to fucking so fast.

Bracing an arm above her head, I lower myself so I can whisper in her ear. “I want youhere…” I do it again, cock stroking her through the thin, wet silk between her thighs. So wet it soaks the front of my boxers and coats the stiff length of my shaft with her arousal. “I want you in my space…” I tell her on a groan, nearly blacking out when I feel her short, blunt nails sink into the skin stretched across my lower back on a soft, breathless moan. “In my bed…” Angling my hips away from hers, I slip a hand between us, jerking her panties to the side so hard I hear them rip. “So I can fuck my filthy little peach whenever I want.” I growl it in her ear while I stroke two fingers, hard and deep, past her entrance, her pussy instantly releasing its juices all over my hand.

Fuuuck.

“Ohmygod—” Sloane’s eyes fly open and pin themselves to mine on another sharp gasp, the shocked sound of it telling me that this is something new. Something she’s never done before. That she’s never given in to anyone else so completely. “Did I?—”

“Did your greedy little pussy just make a mess all over my hand?” I give her another hard thrust while I brush the pad of my thumb over her juice-slicked clit, triggering another flood that soaks the bed sheets under her hips. “It sure the fuck did.” I pump my fingers, the dirty, wet sounds her pussy makes for me, going straight to my cock. “Do you know what that means, Peach?” Another hard thrust, twisting and rubbing my fingers against the desperate clench of her core, this one soaking the palm of my hand. It’s everything I can do to stop myself from pulling my fingers free so I can lick them clean. Instead, I give her another deep, punishing thrust. “It means your pussy belongs to me.”

“Jensen.” My name comes out on a broken cry, gaze still pinned to mine while she digs her heels into the mattress. “Please…” Thighs shaking, she lifts and angles her hips against the rough fuck of my fingers, chasing the orgasm, dangling just out of reach. “Please?—”

I give her clit a light, teasing stroke with the pad of my thumb while the fingers I have buried inside her rub and stroke her core. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me…” she begs me, the thin, desperate whimper of it like a hammer blow against the base of my spine. “Please, Jensen—” Hips lifting and swiveling against the invasion of my fingers, she moans in frustration like it’s not enough. Like the only thing that will satisfy her is the feel of me pumping and fucking myself into her tight, greedy pussy. “I need?—”

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