Page 89 of Bad Boy Next Door
She stiffened. “The condiment pornographer?”
I laughed. “Yeah. That’s Shane. No one in our family ever touched hard drugs, not to use them or sell them or any of that. Not until Shane did his time. He came out an addict.” I shook my head, sad for how my brother had changed, still guilty that his time would have been shorter if I’d turned myself in.
Keagan was right—I owed Shane. I owed all my brothers.
“Guy’s an asshole.” Jade said.
He’s not, I thought, but it was hard to defend Shane to Jade right now. “My brothers are good guys. Shane’s going through some stuff, but you’ll see. You’ll like my brothers.”
“After everything you told me—”
“That’s all in the past. Kid stuff. They’re not only family, they’re my best friends. Take it or leave it. We’re kind of a package deal.”
She made a soft sound against my chest.
Had I been disloyal to my brothers by telling Jade some of the shit they’d done? Turned her against them before she had a chance to know them for real? I’d barely scratched the surface of the things my brothers had done to me, bad and good.
“You liked Dillon when you met him, right? When he helped with the sofa?”
She made another murmuring sound.
“Cormac is Dillon’s twin.Everybodylikes Mac.” He’d have Jade eating out of his hand in no time. Hmmm. Maybe I’d wait a while to introduce Jade and Cormac. “And you met Keagan. He’s the smart one.”
She dropped her hand to my cock. “I don’t want to talk about your brothers. Not right now.” Her hand slid over my junk, and it rose for more action.
“You’d rather talk about your sister?” I groaned as she squeezed my balls. “We can talk about whatever you want.”
“No talking.” She slid down my body and took the head of my dick in her mouth.
I’d thought it would be hours before I could get fully hard, but clearly Jade already knew my body better than I did. She adjusted her position as my cock raised, moving to full mast in record time as she lovingly licked, all the while looking into my eyes.
I reached down and pulled her up, taking her mouth in a long, slow kiss, and her hand slowly stroked where her mouth had been. With a few quick adjustments I was sliding inside her, her body doing most of the work, and I loved this delicious slow pace. Afraid she’d accelerate, I turned our bodies, pressing her against the back of the sofa, her leg draped over my hip.
I stroked in and out of her as slowly as I could manage, wanting to feel every inch of her, relishing the sensations as she relaxed and then squeezed in response to my intrusions. Her cheeks were so pink, her lips so red, her pupils so wide, and I held the back of her head to make sure we didn’t lose eye contact. I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking into Jade’s eyes.
I popped out of her on one pass, and when I pushed back in, her eyelids fluttered and her heel pressed against my ass. Her hand reached up to cup my head in the same way I was holding hers, and I stayed inside her, barely moving, loving how her pussy held me tight, as we held each other.
If I went slowly, maybe we could keep this up all day, all week, the inside of her body massaging my dick as I stroked leisurely inside her.
