Page 63 of Fracture

“Both of us.”

He nods, and thanks to his spread legs, I can see the growing bulge in his groin. It feels sick and twisted to have come here to try and talk this whole situation out, to be an adult and work this out so no one gets hurt. Instead, I’m staring at that swelling, feeling myself getting wetter, and wanting Levi to fuck me.

“I love both of you,” I admit, meeting his eyes. “I love both of you the same, and totally differently, but I feel like without you, I’m not me. And I won’t be happy without you both.”

“I feel the same way.” He smirks, shaking his head and raking his fingertips along his thighs. “I’ve never felt the way I do about Dylan, and I never thought I’d like it with a guy. I… I guess I had a lot of things to find out about myself.”

“I guess so.”

He licks his lips as he gazes back at me. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to take you upstairs and fuck you.”

My heart takes a leap at his words, my nipples bunching and my throat going dry. “I’m just looking at you.”

“You never just look at me, baby girl.” He gets to his feet, crossing the porch to stand in front of me, gazing down at me. “You look right through me. Like you know exactly what’s in here.” He puts a hand to his chest. “And it doesn’t scare you off.”

“I do know, and it would never scare me.” I get out of the chair, standing in front of him, our bodies only an inch apart. “I’ve never been scared of you, not once. Ever.”

“I’m a monster, baby girl.” He smiles as I shake my head. “But I’ll never hurt you. Not you. Ever. And I’ll kill anyone whodoes.” He moves to kiss me, huffing out a laugh as I pull back. I put my hand over his, and he exhales heavily.

“I want things from you, but I don’t know if now is the time. Not while Dylan is… adjusting.”

“No, you’re right.” His head dips so our foreheads are touching. His breathing becomes more rapid, and his other hand winds around my waist. “Even though it’s going to make me crazy.”

“Me too.”

“I’ve dreamed of you, for years. What you look like naked, what you taste like, what you feel like…” He trails off, tilting his head to brush his lips along my cheek.

I look into his eyes, and the urge to touch him, to kiss him and taste all of him, it’s overwhelming. “Did you - do you want to come and watch?”

He sucks in a breath. “Watch what?”

“Me, in the shower. It’s so hot, I need to cool off.” God I’m fucking twisted. Like having Levi watch me is so much better than him fucking me. I try to tell myself that Dylan will be up for it, and that this is fine. He just needs his moment. He just needs some time.

And if he and Levi have taken that time for themselves twice over, maybe me being selfish and claiming him for myself, when he won’t even be touching me, isn’t that bad.

Maybe I’m just a fucking bitch in heat and I need an ice bath.

But Levi follows me to my room, past Dylan’s closed door, his fingers entwined with mine. He closes the door softly behind us as I flip on the lamp. I turn to face him, and he takes off his shirt.

“This is all,” he says, dropping the shirt to the floor. “And I won’t touch you.”

“OK.”

“But I want to see.”

My breath hitches in my throat. “See?”

“I want you to bend over the bed, and show me your pussy. I want to see it.”

I don’t move, just stare at him.

“If you want to stop, Stella, you tell me to stop. I’ll get the fuck out of here.” His eyes skate up and down my body. “But if you don’t want to stop, then bend over, spread your legs, and show me just how wet you are for me.”

I bite back a moan at his words, and strip out of my shorts and tank top. His eyes stay on my face, and he doesn’t move an inch towards me, just watches me. When I’m naked, I turn my back, leaning slowly over the bed.

“Wider,” he says in a tone of voice that is the furthest thing from brotherly.

I shuffle my feet along the wood floor, opening wider for him and lifting myself on to my tip toes. It’s filthy and carnal, being open like this to him, all of me bared to him. He takes two measured steps closer, and sinks to his knees.

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