Page 69 of My Brother's Best Men
I want to break him, just as badly as he wants to break me.
“You going to tell me to stop, princess?” he says, slipping his fingers through my sensitive folds. I try to keep quiet, try not to give him the satisfaction, but it’s hard.
“No,” I say, my defiance ringing true in the air.
“Tell me the truth,” he says, his breath hot on my skin as he slowly teases my clit with his thumb while pumping his finger inside me like…
Matthew.
I stiffen at the memory.
“Tell me how badly you want them.”
His words settle on me like a brick.
Because he didn’t say to tell him how much I wanthim.He said, “Tell me how badly you wantthem.”
And for the first time, I realize I do want them.
Every single one of them.
Elijah, my best friend and the man who stole my heart, the man who I’ve loved for so long.
Matthew, my sweet, sweet boy with a heart of gold and a smile that lights up a room and makes me feel alive.
And Benny…
Bitter, hot, bossy Benny who makes me feel fire in every part of my soul and pushes me like no one else.
“Is that what you want to hear, Benjamin?” I ask, reaching for his cock. He grins, letting me have it. I squeeze him hard but he doesn’t falter. “You want to hear all about how I want them to fuck me? Fill me up withtheircum?”
Benny removes his fingers from me. “Turn around.”
“No,” I say, squeezing him again.
He smiles. “Turn the fuck around, princess.”
“Or what? You going to make me?”
His hands slide up my body, up my curves. I suck in a breath as he grins.
“Remember, I gave you a choice,” he says, and then he grabs the neckline of my strapless dress and tugs. Hard.
The rip echoes between us, and my mouth falls open as my dress falls to the floor. I’m more than aware that I’m naked in front of him. After all, I never wear a bra with a strapless dress like this one…
I tug on his piercing and he winces.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I say.
“You know what else isn’t nice? You teasing the fuck out of me all day after telling me I can’t fucking have you.” He spins me around, forcing me to drop his cock, and presses my front against the wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
He presses himself against me and I feel everything. His wet, hard cock, and the coolness of the steel in his piercing. The heat of his skin. The heaviness of his body. I should be pissed. Should tell him to stop.
But I don’twanthim to stop, because this…
I’ve thought of this so many times in my life. Him finding me, taking me. Owning me.
And now the moment is here, in its entirety, and I can’t stop it. Can’t stop my heart from beating, my pussy from aching. My emotions are clouding my mind.
