Page 79 of It's Not Home Without You

“I used to jerk off at night to the image of you and those tiny cotton shorts.” He spanked my right butt cheek, making it sting. “I love your ass.” Abruptly, he flipped me, and I felt the loss of him. He stood above me, and I noticed the ripples of his abs had a thin sheen of sweat. His usually mossy eyes were dark with lust.

“Ask me what I love the most, Freya.”

Licking my lips, I asked, “What do you love the most?”

He gave me a feral smile then bent my legs and opened them for his viewing pleasure.

“I love—” Max’s thrusts in me were so hard my vision went white. “—watching you come apart for me.” He fucked me hard and fast, letting go of his control. My moans, his grunting, and the bed creaking where the only sounds in our room.

“Max.” I was almost there, but I needed more. He let go of one of my legs and brought his hand down to my pussy, his thumb caressing my clit slowly, tauntingly.

“Max.” I intended to yell, but it came out a tortured moan. When Max added the pressure I needed, my eyes rolled back.

“That’s it. Right there, baby. Come for me. Show me how much you fucking need me.”

I could barely keep my eyes open between his thumb on my clit and his fast-paced thrusts, but when he bent his head and sucked on my breast, I was done for.

“Baby,” I moaned as my pussy contracted against his dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned before he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for a few minutes—Max on top of me while I ran my fingers through his auburn hair. I loved his hair. I hoped that when we had children, they got his hair color instead of my dull brown.

Holy shit. Was I thinking about babies with Max already?

“Freya, are you all right?” Upon noticing how still I went, Max sat up straight, watching me with regard.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about what I would say to Dex.” I knew Max loved my honesty, but this was a conversation we didn’t need to have right then.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” He gave me a quick kiss before he got up to go get us food.

No one could live on orgasms alone, no matter how good they were.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

“Dex,open the door. I know you’re home!” I tapped on the door, trying to make a dent. I wasn’t strong enough to make one but I would try. I mean, the man had taken a week-long break, what more did he need? Did he not want a sister? Or maybe it was different for me since I wentwithout my father since birth. I always knew my father was eitherdead like Dev or with a family of his own. Since it was the second, well, I never imagined what it would be like to meet any siblings I might have.But Ihadmet that sibling, and I liked him even before I knew he was my family. I grew up with only Grandpa and Rusty. Could you blame me for trying to form a bond with my brother?

“Dexter!” I yelled again and stopped myself from hitting the door when I saw the doorknob turn. Detective “Dex” Hendrix, aka my brother, did not look like his sparkly self.Instead, he was sporting a full, bushy beard and purple bags under his eyes and looked like a hobo.

“Are you done acting like a bitch on her rag? Because, let me say, if anyone should be upsetin this scenario, it’s me,” I declared.

There was an itsy-bitsy grin fighting to break free on his lips. I took it as a good sign and barreled my way into his home.

“You want to come in, Freya? Oh, I’d love to. How gracious of you to ask,” I said sarcastically as I made my way to the couch.

“Make yourself at home,” he added dryly.

I watched as he took a seat across from me. When a full minute passed, and he didn’t talk, I figured it was up to meto start this little family reunion.

“So, I guess you’re my little brother. I mean, I feel like we should have known. I have brown hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. You have brown hair and mesmerizing brown eyes. We both have strong feelings about the law.”

Dex snorted at my comment.

Enough with the joking.

“Do you not want me as a sister?” I asked softly. What if he wanted to be an only child, and I ruined that for him? Never mind, his dad killed that for him.

“Nah, it’s not that. Look, Freya, I’m... I’m sorry for running off. This was as much of a shock for me as it was for you. My father always raised me to do the right thing. It’s part of the reason I became a copin the first place. Then to find out he had a secret daughter he might have knownabout, that shit’s fucked up. You told me about your childhood, how am I not supposed to feel bad that while we went on family vacations, my sister was bullied.”

“You called me your sister.” There was awe in my tone. “Look, you can still love your dad. He might not have been there for me, but by the sounds of things, he was there for you. I was fine; I had Grandpa, Rusty, and Max growing up.”

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