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The awestruck expression on Branson’s face is something I never thought I’d see. But damn if he isn’t all goofy-eyed and grinning over the woman who brought him to his knees and made him put a ring on it.
“Christ, I’m not sure who’s worse. You or Knox.”
Branson barks out a laugh, ignoring me when I bring a finger to my lips. Of course he doesn’t care about being loud. He’s already been with his woman. “Me.Definitelyme.” He pauses to look at me and then asks, “You know what you’re doing?”
I run a hand through my already messed-up hair. “Fuck if I know.”
He laughs again. Then he sobers, giving me a pointed look. “As her soon to be brother-in-law, I suppose it’s my duty to tell you if you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”
“Do you not remember the night at the wine bar?” I scoff. After a few too many drinks, I finally revealed to Branson just who Alyssa is and why I’d been so hostile at the dinner with the four of us. When he found out Ariana had been so close to his grasp, he was astounded. “Buddy, the only one you have to worry about getting hurt is me. That girl could do damage, but I can’t seem to stay away.”
His lips twitch, and he gives me a chin lift. “I know the sentiment all too well. See you in the morning.”
I nod in return and continue my trek down the hall, just waiting for Aunt Amelia to leap out of the shadows and catch me. A sigh of relief escapes me when, with quiet ease, I open Alyssa’s door, slip in, and close it with just a slight sound of it latching. Fuck yeah. I’m in.
Mission accomplished.
And then, out of nowhere, a pillow bounces off the side of my head.
“What the hell?” I curse a little too loudly, which causes me to curse again.
“What the hell, Shane?” Alyssa is standing there, gorgeous and beautiful in black panties, nearly bare before me, her arms folded. And she’s glaring at me.
I’ll ignore that last part.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses.
I could explain with words, but where’s the fun in that?
Three determined strides are all it takes for me to wrap my arm around her waist. My other hand cups her cheek, my lips capturing hers with hungry urgency.
For a moment, she tries to protest, and I’m about to release her, but a split second before I do, she melts into my kiss. My heart—or maybe it’s my cock—silently cheers. I’ve missed this for far too long.
I’ve missedher.
She pulls away once again, gazing up at me, but I’m not letting her go. Not this time.
“We can’t do this,” she gasps between kisses. Kisses she isn’t trying to stop. “I won’t do this. Not again.”
Her words stop me abruptly. I pull back from her, my eyes searching hers. The moment she nods, my hand palms one supple breast. Alyssa moans in pleasure, and I can’t help my grin.
“Oh, sunshine, it shouldn’t be so adorable when you lie.”
She growls.Growls. Fuck, it’s hot. The sound does things to me, and I know I’ll be hearing it over and over again when I’m in bed, alone, thinking of her. But, for now, I’m lost in the moment. Her hips roll up to meet my cock, and I nearly come on the spot.
I can’t believe hers is the last pussy I’ve had.
I can’t believe hers is the last pussy I’ve wanted.
But now’s not the time to examine what the fuck that means. Because now? All I want is her.
Fuck foreplay. It’s early. We have plenty of time to go slow later. As far as I’m concerned, after this night, we have all the time in the world. Right now, though, I need to be inside her.
And then it hits me like the world’s coldest shower.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do here?” she asks, a coy smile crossing her beautifully swollen lips.
