Page 49 of Pretty Heartache

I wasn’t imagining his jealousy and possessiveness. He wants this as much as I do. Fear stands in the way of allowing him to completely surrender.

His swollen cock presses into my lower stomach, and I whimper, relishing in the feel of the size of it against me. Everymove makes me want more. I’m greedy and hungry for a man who was never out of reach… until now.

“Why can’t we do this?” I manage to squeak out.

He closes his eyes on a heavy breath, his lips parting. Slowly, his eyes open again, hooded with anguish. “You’re my best friend’s little sister.”

“I’m not a little girl, Micah. I’m so tired of you telling me I’m something I’m not.”

“I know you aren’t a little girl, but I don’t want to hurt my best friend. I don’t want to hurt Archer.”

“You won’t, and you aren’t.” I push my hips forward.

His eyes flutter shut again, a heavy groan rumbling from his chest and up his throat.

When his eyes snap open this time, they’ve changed. With a heated glare, he grips onto the back of my head, pulling me impossibly closer. “I know you aren’t little anymore.”

I melt under his touch.

Yes. This is what I’ve been craving.

Kiss me. Please,I silently beg, inhibitions completely gone.

“I can’t do this to my best friend,” he says weakly.

“You won’t be doing anything to Archer,” I point out. He doesn’t understand the dynamic between my brother and me. Then again, I may not fully understand his friendship with him, either. In some respects, I guess you could say they’re friendship is stronger than our siblingship.

I don’t want my brother to be a reason Micah holds back.

“Dammit.” He hangs his head lower, moving his face away from mine before he leans forward and presses the top of his head to the side of mine while the rain beats against his back. It feels like we’ve been out here for an eternity. Time stills as Micah concentrates on his heavy breathing. He removes his hand from the back of my head and grips the top of the grandfather clock.

I slip my hand between us, hooking my fingers under his chin, forcing him to look me in the eye.

“I’ve spent so long pushing away what I want,” he confesses. Streams of water drip down his face, falling from his mouth with every word. I hang on to them, the desire in me building with anticipation of what’s coming next. “It’s never mattered what I wanted.”

“So, what?” I ask, frustration getting the better of me. “You plan on spending the rest of your life doing what everyone expects of you? Doing what everyone else wants? Is that why you neglected this house for so long? Was it your way of maintaining control, or was it your way of avoiding the truth?”

Anger and fury flame in his narrowing eyes. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Why?” I ask, my eyebrows pinching in anger. “I must not be able to understand because I’m only twenty-one, right? There’s no possible way I can have an opinion because I haven’t lived through any true hardships?”

There it is.

The truth laid bare. In all its glory.

Micah doesn’t believe I have any hard experiences. He doesn’t believe I’ve lived through true heartache. But he doesn’t know our heartache is one and the same.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He closes his eyes again.

“Then,make me understand.”

Silence.

“Please…” I beg.

Another quick rush of air fills my lungs before Micah’s eyes snap open, flashing with heat before he grips the back of my head again and slams his lips to mine, stealing the bit of oxygen I have left in me.

The taste of him makes me grow weak in the knees, and I whimper against him, my brain and heart struggling to catch up with my reality.

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