Page 15 of Five Brothers

I bite my bottom lip so hard, I feel a sharp pain.

And I can’t stop. I don’t even care. I pull my underwear all the way off before I lean back into him, resting my head against hischest and rubbing myself slowly, riding my hand and knowing that he’s watching.

I close my eyes again, loving the feel of his hands on me, and smelling his hot skin, which reminds me of wood and earth and fuel and grease. Loving how the Jaeger boys wear their work on their clothes, and don’t get their muscle any other way.

He grows harder, resting his chin on the top of my head as he just holds my right hip in one hand and grips my ass with the other.

I rub the nub, starting to feel the tingle. A little more. I suck in a breath. A little more. I like him watching me. His fingers curl into my skin, digging, pulling, wanting me to fuck myself harder.

“Ah,” I groan. “Ah.” I roll and bounce harder and faster, and then …

He growls, yanks me back into his body, and cuts off my breath again, kissing me.

But before I can come, he leads me down onto the couch, flat on my stomach, and comes down behind me. I immediately lift my knee, opening myself up, and listen to him rip off his belt.

I squeeze the couch in my fist, my stomach pressing into the cool leather.

His hand presses into the sofa, next to my shoulder, and I moan as his fingers glide down my spine.

I feel his breath on my ear. “Krisjen,” he whispers, and goose bumps cover my body. “Don’t tell Trace about this.”

Trace won’t care, but I nod anyway.

He works the head of his cock inside me, takes hold of me on both sides where my thighs meet my hips, and thrusts.

I stretch as he bottoms out, and I cry out for a moment before his hand comes over my mouth.

His chest heaves again and again against my back. And then he stops moving—breathing—and I think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. His nose presses into my hair, and he inhales instead.

My pussy contracts around him, and I shift a little to ease the pressure. He’s so deep.

And then … he rises up, takes hold again, and pumps his hips. Again and again, slow at first, letting me adjust to him, and then he’s thrusting so fast and hard all I can do is hang on.

My hair sticks to my back, and I tighten my legs around him, loving the feel of his hands squeezing me. I said I came here because I had nothing else to do, but this is all I want to fucking do.

He grips my hips, sucks my shoulders, bites my back, and it’s so hard not to moan too loudly. I don’t care who sees. I just don’t want him stopping.

I feel my orgasm build again, push myself up on my elbows, and start backing into him. He leans over me as sweat trickles down my back, and I feel his hot breath in my hair.

I feel everything. The thick air on my skin. The clouds over the house. The leather underneath me, now damp with my sweat.

His hands holding me like I’m not dead yet.

Tears burn behind my eyelids, and I smile as he comes down, holding the front of my neck and pulling my head back to meet his. I grasp his hand, feeling the leather bands and warm metal around his wrist.

I arch my back, meeting each thrust as he pumps into me, and then I suck in air again and again until … my thighs course with heat, my insides burst open, and the orgasm explodes inside of me. I moan through his hand over my mouth, growing so fucking wet as it spreads through me. His body jerks in short, slow thrusts, and then he lets out a growl in my ear, and I feel him come inside me.

Oh God.I breathe hard.Oh God.

I inhale in and out, trying to calm down as I collapse onto the couch, exhausted.

But before I can catch my breath, I hear his voice in my ear.

“Someday,” he says as he squeezes my throat, “when you look, act, and smell like a pristine pair of fifteen-hundred-dollar heels,and you’re married to a lawyer or a banker who tastes like glue and parades you around like his little trophy …” He flicks his tongue over my ear, taunting me. “I can wonder if it’s my son he’s playing Daddy to.”

I round my eyes, my pussy clenching around his cock one more time as he pulls out and fastens up his jeans and belt.

I lie there for a second, my body already aching at his absence. But by the time I flip over and look around, he’s gone.

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