Page 50 of Twins For My Bestie's Brother

“Touch yourself,” I say huskily.

Lily touches herself. Her cheeks darken with a flush. And her chin dips down. “I’m so close. I’m so—”

She starts shaking, and I press her harder into the bed, pumping my hips as deeply as they’ll go.

“I’m coming, Jackson, I’m—”

Her pussy grabs at me again, and I miraculously don’t come.

But her sounds . . . fuck, her sounds . . .

Lily hooks her hands onto my shoulders and grips hard as she rides out the orgasm, letting out a massive wail that trails off into a whimper.

Once she is spent, I pull out and reach for my cock, but Lily’s hand intercedes.

“I’m going to do it.”

My eyes widen, but before I can intercede, she is stroking my dick. Faster and faster until I can’t hold out any longer, and I spend across her belly. I growl, gripping at the sheets, my hips fucking her hand until every last bit of me ends up painting her skin. The pleasure is immense and doesn’t seem to end.

“That’s it, baby. Yes, give it all to me.”

If she keeps calling me ‘baby,’ I might not even need a recovery period.

I collapse onto my back beside her and try to catch my breath. My muscles burn, and my hair sticks to my forehead.

Lily lifts herself into a seated position, but I grab her thigh. “No, I’ll—” My mouth is too dry to say my whole sentence at one time. “I’ll get you something . . . to clean up.”

Lily glances down at herself, then back up at me with a shy smile. “I just want to show you that thing I was talking about.”

I watch her pull her legs up into a diamond shape under her. She points to a couple of words written on the inside of her thigh. “Can you see it in the dark?”

I turn onto my side as laborious as it is and lean in close. It’s a mistake because the smell of her sex is intoxicating. Makes me want to dive right in and give her more orgasms than she can count. But I have to focus. At least for right now. “And . . . whatever . . .”

The memories flood back. The night of the reunion. Our first kiss. All the subsequent ones in the car. I look up at her with wild shock. “You got this tattooed?”

“I did it to myself that night,” she says. “This thigh is my practice thigh, and I thought . . . I don’t know, they felt like important words.”

I nod. “They are.” I trace the words with my finger, then lean over and kiss the inside of her thigh. Those are our words. And without me even knowing it, Lily marked herself with a piece of me. I kiss up the inside of her thigh until I’m at her juicy apex. “Lay down,” I growl. “I’m not done with you.”

Lily does so, laughing fitfully. “Let the‘and whatever’begin.”

Chapter 15

Lily

Iroll over in bed and am hit by light streaming through the windows that forces my eyes open. I must have forgotten to close the curtains.

At least that’s what I think until I realize those are not my windows, and those are not my curtains. This isn’t even my bed.

It’s all Jackson’s.

I shoot up and grab at the spot in bed next to me. He’s gone, the sheets and pillow mussed where he had been lying.

“What time is it?” I mutter to myself, fumbling through the sheets to try and find my phone. Fuck, where did I leave my phone?

I remember every second of last night when it comes to Jackson, but as far as where I dropped my phone or even my clothes, all bets are off. I crawl down to the end of the bed in all my nakedness, remembering the point in the night when we undressed each other, slow and luscious. However, when I look over the edge, there aren’t any clothes to be seen.

“What the fuck?”

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