Page 68 of Borrowing My Bestie's Brothers

This pleasure was hot, liquid, scalding me, forcing a scream out as it all came rushing out. I gushed, little spurts of fuck knows what pushed out with every blissful pulse of my cunt, the waves stirred up and spurred on as he joined me.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”

His hands slapped down beside my head and he hung over me, his stricken look a mirror of my own. We were like the survivors of a natural disaster, each staring at the other, looking for answers, but we wouldn’t find them. Instead, my hands shot up to grab his head and I pulled him down on top of me, not able to countenance even the tiniest gap between us. He rallied quickly, holding me tight.

“It’s OK,” he murmured as I started to shake. My nervous system decided it had gone into overdrive and couldn’t work out how to wind down. Each gentle stroke helped ground me, bring me back to my room, my eyes seeing the diffuse light coming in through the window, the hum of traffic just audible beyond the windows. That growing awareness had an unpleasant side effect, though, because while sex was always messy, this time I was left feeling… soggy.

“What the fuck…?” I peeled our bodies apart enough to look down the line of us. “Did I?—?”

“Squirt?” I never mistook Hayden for Hunter, but I could’ve right now, his smug expression a mirror of his twin’s. “Yeah, you did.”

“Squirt?” I pulled away abruptly, gasping when I felt him slide free. He’d said I’d feel him after he was done and he was right. Not pain per say, but feeling well used, the burn was often a pleasant thing, but when I saw the wet spot on the bed, I wasn’t so sure. “Ew, is that pee?”

“Science is still trying to work that out,” he replied with a shrug, looking completely unfazed by this until I started to get out of bed. “All I know is its fucking hot. I hope it felt as good for you as it did for me, because that damn near took my head off.”

“I need to clean up,” I said, ignoring his warm words and gaze. Memories, dim and hazy, of Mum discovering me having had an accident as a child, rose up and told me exactly what I needed to do.

“No, you don’t.” Hayden bundled the quilt up and then walked out of the room with it, looking like some kind of golden god and when he returned it was with a couple of towels. He laid one down and placed me on it, then knelt on the bed, gently separating my thighs. “How’re you feeling?” He went to work, cleaning me up with all of the care and gentleness of a nurse. “Not too sore?”

His concern was real, but so was that slight smirk, there and gone again.

“You like that idea?” I asked, reaching for the towel to take over, but he resisted, finishing the job and then tossing it to the floor before joining me back in bed.

“Hurting you? No fucking way. But a little tender?” He stroked my body as he got closer, tucking me in against him as his hand cupped my arse. “Yeah, I think we both like that.”

I buried my face into the hollow of his neck to mask the flush of my cheeks. What I’d asked for so boldly, seemed shocking right now.

“And that happens every time…?”

“Squirting?” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Nope. Sometimes you can hit the right spot or go in at the exact angle needed. She’s feeling it and is relaxed and…” I felt his shoulders shift into a shrug. “It just happens. It’s hot. To me it means a girl was so relaxed, trusts me enough to just let go, and that? I like that the best.” His head tilted down, his eyes searching mine until I was forced to look up. “That’s a gift, not something to be embarrassed about.”

When he stroked my hair, my eyes fell closed, waves of exhaustion threatening to drown me.

“But did it feel good?” he asked.

“So good…”

Hayden had gotten what he wanted. My boundaries were down and all I could do was take deeper and deeper breaths, the smell of him in my nose. He held me as I slowly went limp against him.

My dream was hot, dark red, and formless, and I spun in that bloody space feeling something foreign: satisfaction. I couldn’t want for a single other thing while I hung here, but of course, that couldn’t last. The slow, soft sounds of someone else’s snores had my eyelids fluttering and then opening.

The light pooling in on the floor had turned golden, making clear that hours had passed, but that didn’t hold my attention, he did. Hayden’s face was slack with sleep, and yet that brutal bone structure was clear, my fingers itching to trace the line of one sharp cheekbone, his lips the only soft part of him. It felt like I could stare at him until my eyes burned out in my head, but I couldn’t. Slowly, carefully, I tried to pull away, but he snorted, a small frown forming as his arms tightened around me.

“Hey…” Eyes, open and unfocused, stared at me and then blinked until he saw where he was and with who. “Where were you sneaking off to?”

“Well, I need to put my quilt through the wash.”

“Already ran the wash cycle.” He tugged me back down again and then nestled into me. “Stay.”

“And I have to get ready to catch up with Millie tonight.”

“Going to the pub?” His eyes flicked back open, clear now. “We could make a night of it.”

“I…”

My brain raced, trying to come up with an excuse, those old instincts rising. Put some distance between us, they screamed. Don’t let them get too close. He smiled, shaking his head.

“And you want girl time with my sister. I get it.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then another sweeter, softer one to my lips. “Just maybe don’t regale her tales of our exploits?”

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