Page 66 of The Bad Brother

Rearing up, I have her naked before she can finish—her panties ripped off and the shirt she’s still wearing gone, from one breath to the next. Falling over her again, I barely have time to jerk my boxers down far enough to free my cock before I’m inside her. Impaling her on a hard, deep stroke that triggers another flood of arousal that drenches my cock.

“Fuuuck…” I groan it out loud, pushing myself up to grip the top of the headboard, elbows locked, while I pump and fuck myself into her. “So fucking good.” Pulling out almost completely before thrusting myself back in, over and over, until the wet, desperate grip of her pussy starts to milk my cock. “Rub your clit for me,” I growl down at her while I wrap my free hand around her throat, pinning her in place so I can fuck her, hard and fast. “I want to watch you touch yourself while your filthy little pussy squirts all over my cock.”

“Yes…” Trembling legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs, hips rolling and flexing against mine, Sloane pushes a hand between us. “Ohmygod…” Desperate fingers brushing against the fast pump of my cock while she swirls and teases them against her own clit. “Jensen…” She screams my name, hips bucking and crashing against mine while she comes apart for me.

“You’re not leaving…” Letting myself fall over her again, I growl it against her mouth while she comes. “You belong here. You belong to me.” I feel the heat and pressure of my own release start to claw down the length of my spine, pushing me to fuck her harder. Deeper while her pussy grips around me like a fist. “Say it.”

“I belong here…” she moans, desperate fingers pushing themselves into my hair while another orgasm shudders through her. “I belong to you.”

Like a trigger, the words streak down the length of my spine like a missile to slam into the base of it, blowing me apart and destroying what little sanity I have left.

IWAKE UP TO FRESH FLOWERS—another bouquet of bluebonnets and black-eyed Susans—sitting on my nightstand, along with a note.

Don’t forget to say goodbye before you leave…

Jensen

p.s. what’s with all the Atomic Warheads?

Rolling over, I reach out to open the drawer on the nightstand, peering into its belly with a frown. When was the last time I needed to unwrap one and pop it into my mouth to help me through a panic attack? Days? Possibly weeks?

Since my first week here, when Jensen put me through hell, trying to get me to move out?

No… since the night Jensen pinned you against the wall in the hallway and made you come on his leg before carrying you inside so he could fuck you on the dining room table.

Closing the drawer on a laugh, I sit up in bed. Swinging my legs over the side of the mattress, I feel a tremor in my lower belly that bleeds into a warm, delicious ache between my thighs.

Turns out Idon’thave an undiagnosed panic disorder. I just needed someone to give a shit about how I feel.

Who knew?

Certainly not me.

Before Jensen, sex was something I willingly participated in, if and when the appropriate occasion presented itself, but it was never something I sought out.

Never something I begged for.

Please, Jensen… please fuck me…

The memory of last night stains my cheeks. How desperate I was. How out of control I felt. So desperate and out of control that I soaked the sheets with my arousal and nearly passed out when Jensen finally let me come.

Do you know what that means, Peach? It means your pussy belongs to me...

Afterward, Jensen carried me to the bathroom and into the shower where he gave me mind-blowing orgasm #3 before scrubbing me clean. Out of the shower, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me back into the bedroom where he sat me in the chair next to the closet to wait while he changed the bedsheets so he could tuck me in again. Watching him, letting him take care of me—something I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to—his words chased themselves around in my head.

You belong here.

You belong to me.

After tucking me into freshly changed sheets, Jensen climbed in after me. Wrapping me in his arms, he brushed a soft kiss against my mouth before murmuring,sweet dreams, Peach.

Suddenly exhausted, I was asleep before I could even form an answer.

Reaching for my phone, I find a text alert from my mother and feel my mood instantly sour.

Mom: I’ll have my driver pick you up at 1:30. We’ll go shopping after lunch.

Checking the time, I feel my gut clench. It’s after noon.

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