Page 70 of Claimed By My Brother's Best Friend

All those years when I barely spoke to him, I’d been so jealous of every woman he was with. I told myself it didn’t matter, he wasn’t worth thinking about, but I knew I was lying to myself.

I knew it with even more certainty now that I’d fantasized about grabbing Anna by her hair and yanking her away from him.

The thought had been so unlike me, a Sav I barely recognized, that I’d felt even worse.

I didn’t know what to do about it. But Chris kissed me so sweetly, and we seemed well-hidden and far enough away from anyone who might see us, that I decided I could make myself feel at least a little better.

Maybe I could kiss him in front of my brother and everyone at the bar. But I could show him, and reassure myself, that he belonged to me.

I pressed my hand against the crotch of his jeans and squeezed. He gasped into the kiss and held me tighter.

I liked catching him off-guard. Chris had so much more experience than I did, so he naturally tended to take charge when we made love. Each time I’d turned the tables on him, he’d been surprised and so turned on, he seemed to struggle to keep himself from coming too fast.

His excitement turned me on too. It made me feel powerful. After watching Anna come onto him, I’d felt weak and unable to do anything about it.

I didn’t want to feel that way anymore.

I crawled into Chris’s lap and pressed myself down against him. He was already hard, just from me palming him through his jeans and kissing him.

Chris gasped and grabbed my hips to pull me tightly against him, rocking his hips up. “Look what you do to me, Sav.”

I kissed him, rough and filthy, rolling my hips like he was already fucking me. “I didn’t like her being that close to you,” I breathed against his lips. I reached and fumbled with his fly.

“Neither did I.” He watched me unfastening his slacks. “Baby, I’m yours. I don’t care about her. You’re the only woman I want.”

I shut him up with another kiss as I pulled his cock free and stroked him, fast and rough. “Show me,” I said, my voice rough.

Chris lifted his hips to push his slacks down his thighs a little more, then gripped my hips to help me rise up.

He groaned as I hovered above him, his cock head pressed against my panties. I didn’t give him the chance to take charge. Instead, I pulled them to the side and fucked myself onto him, taking him into me in one fast movement.

He grunted, shuddering beneath me, staring at me with his mouth open like he couldn’t get enough air. “Sav,” he said, his voice strained.

I didn’t give him time to say anything else. I rose up and dropped my hips down again, hissing at how hard he was inside me. I could barely make out his features in the dim light, but I could tell he stared at me, looking like he was in a kind of pleasant shock.

I whimpered as I rode him, my hands clamped onto his shoulders for leverage. As the tension started to coil in my lower body, I slid a hand around the back of his neck and leaned into him, focusing on making myself come.

With the steering wheel behind me, there was little room for my hand or his between us. It didn’t matter. I was going to come without the help. I felt powerful, like I was claiming him for a change.

Claiming him as mine.

It didn’t take long for Chris to tighten his grips on my hips and thrust up into me with a muffled shout. I squeezed around him, the powerful feeling of making him come sending me over the edge on a couple of seconds later.

Chris made a strangled sound of pure pleasure that was so sexy, it sent another wave of bliss rippling through me. I caught his next moan in another heated kiss while I slammed my hips down onto him in the last throes of my orgasm.

I rested my cheek against his while we panted and shivered, coming down from the peak of it. Chris slid his hands up my back, stroked my arms and thighs, kissed my neck and shoulder.

“Savannah,” he breathed, sounding stunned.

I’d surprised myself, too.

I climbed off Chris and dug in my small purse for tissues to clean myself up while he tucked himself back into his slacks. When we were finished, he reached for me again, cupping my neck to kiss me. I gave myself over to it, feeling more confident and less jealous, but I still couldn’t think about Anna leaning against him without shades of that jealousy popping back up.

“You alright?” Chris asked, brushing his knuckles over my cheek.

“Yeah. Definitely better now,” I admitted.

He took my hand. “Sav, you know I’m yours, right? Even though almost nobody knows it but us, I belong to you.”

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