Page 70 of Before We Were Us

“Let go.” I suck on her once more and she grabs my hair. “Feel me, baby.” Pushing my tongue inside her, her thighs stiffen and she began to pulsate.

I watch it all as she ignites and I continue to push her through it. When she’s panting and her eyes are closed so tight, I move up her body and kiss along the way. She trembles, her hands still fisting the sheets.

Hovering above her I kiss her lips softly and she sighs, making me smile. “Feel good?” I already know the answer, but I’m all guy and love to hear it.

“So good.” Her words are a winded whisper like my sexy girl just ran a marathon.

Shifting my hips forward, I feel her wetness against my cock and she begins to seek me, chasing after me each time I pull back.

As I slowly begin to push forward entering her, she grips my shoulders and her hard nipples brush against my chest. Sinking deep, I wait, still watching her and trying to hold onto some control.

With Brynn it is never easy.

“Love me,” she whispers in the darkened room and I lift my gaze to meet hers. We share an unspoken commitment, as she so softly drags her fingers along my jaw. I close my eyes, feeling her, leaning into her touch.

“I do love you.” I push into her, pumping my hips slowly at first. “So fucking much it’s crippling,” I confess as I pick up speed. “You are my everything.” And with that I give her all she needs and more, my heart open, my soul bared.

forty-four

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Brynnlee

“Can you not be such a tool,” I whisper yell at my brother as I stand next to him for photos. He’s been staring down Jensen for the last hour and it's giving me heartburn.

“Did you have to bring the asshole to my wedding?” he whispers back, still faking his best smile.

“Well, you’re an asshole so I figured I’d even it out and bring one more.” From the moment Jensen arrived my brother’s mood had changed. He was doing his best to keep up the over the moon groom act, but anyone who was paying attention would be able to see right through it.

“He used you.” His tone is harsh.

“You have no idea what you are talking about.” And truthfully if he didn’t care enough to find out the real details, then I wasn’t going to willingly share them. “I never asked you to stick your nose in my business, so maybe you can worry about your own life, and I’ll worry about mine.”

“Yeah, until you’re crying in your office because the prick went back to his wife.”

“Speaking of wives, don’t you think you need to concentrate on yours. Maybe not be a prick when it’s not warranted and manage to ruin her day in the process.”

He forces a smile and I laugh.

“You look constipated.” I bite my lip.

“And you look like a fool.” I pinch his side, where my hand was strategically placed for photos and enjoy his flinch.

“Will you two act like adults,” my father chastises us and I roll my eyes. He should blame himself for raising such a self-centered dick!

“If he couldn’t be faithful to his wife, then what makes you think he will be to you?” Sebastian is really starting to get on my nerves. But though I know the truth my brother's words still manage to hit me someplace deep triggering a doubt that I don’t want to have.

I spend the remaining time forcing a smile and pretending to be so happy, but the truth is, on the inside my stomach is bound tight. Like a knot in my stomach that was getting more unbearable with each passing minute.

I look up and notice Jensen sitting at a table with Marco and they are both smiling as they observe us posing. When our gazes connect he winks and I quickly look away.

I know him. I’ve spent the last several weeks learning every little detail of his life. Not only from him but also his mother and sisters. He’s shared the horrible details of his marriage, if that’s what you want to call that disaster. I could see the sadness in his eyes when he told me that is a time he’d rather forget.

I know him.

I look up again and see him watching me, a pensive look on his face.

“Okay one more,” the photographer announces as she gathers me and my brother and positions us side by side. “I’ve gotten everyone but the groom and his best man, or best gal in this case.”

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