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I’d fucked her tits.

Not my dick, though.

I was holding back. I didn’t know why.

In a barn surrounded by my brothers? That wouldn’t normally bother me. It was our way in this life.

But fuck me, I was holding back because she was holding back.

She wanted me. That was obvious, but there was a wall inside her. I felt it, and it pissed me off.

Made me rage, but I was patient. When I made love to her, I wanted her. All of her. No walls. Nothing. I wanted to bend her over, twist her into so many indecent positions, but not until I had all of her.

She groaned, answering the phone. “Hey.”

I chuckled. Her voice was barely a rasp.

She shot me a glare, which made me laugh harder, and I leaned over her, my mouth dropping down on hers.

“He—” My mouth swallowed whatever she’d been going to say.

I could hear whoever was on the other end bitching, but I didn’t care.

I took my time.

My tongue slid inside her mouth, smoothing around her, caressing, enjoying.

She was mine, all mine. I’d have every inch of her too.

She was moaning by the time I was done. My dick was rock hard, and I began to crawl over her, grinding up and into her when the person on the phone got smart.

“Wha—OMG! Are you having sex right now?!”

I lifted my mouth, enjoying the dazed look on her face as she blinked.

I took her phone. I could tell now it was her friend Harper. I remembered him from high school. “Keep it nice and respectful, yeah?” I suggested.

I didn’t wait for him to respond. I knew Kali adored him. I pushed up, giving her the phone back, and waited.

She gave me a look, as I was still looming over her.

She put the phone to her ear. “Hey, Harper.” But she was focused on me, mouthing to me, “What?”

I grinned. Goddamn. I wanted her.

I couldn’t fucking wait until that happened, but I didn’t respond, just pushed up and off the bed.

“Don’t be mad at Aly,” she said, sitting up as I went into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I hit the shower.

When I came out, she was still on the phone, but in the kitchen now.

She’d put the phone on speaker and was looking around for the coffee. She rifled through one of the cupboards, reaching up on her tiptoes.

I went over, my hand to her hip, and moved her aside.

I had no clue why the coffee was kept on the absolute top shelf, but I grabbed it and handed it to her.

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