Page 24 of Inked Devotion

Brenna

Iwoke up pressed against a very naked Benjamin, his warm body hard and yet so comfortable I was afraid to get up.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason I was afraid.

My head ached, and my mouth was dry, and Benjamin’s hands were on my breasts and between my legs. He wasn’t even moving, his chest slightly rising in a deep sleep.

He was sleeping and touching me intimately, and he wasn’t even aware of it. Something was wrong with me.

I had slept with Benjamin Montgomery. Willingly, knowingly, and I had liked it. Dear God, it had been the best sex of my life.

What was I going to say when he woke up? What time was it? Were the roads okay? And why was his hand still on my pussy?

I knew the moment that Benjamin was awake because he stilled, his body stone. Then oh so carefully, he removed his hand from between my legs, his other hand from my breast. However, his cock was still hard on my lower back, a thickness that scared the shit out of me because I could still remember the taste of it, just the barest taste before he had practically broken me.

Dear God, now I had entered my own Penthouse letter, and there was no getting out of it.

“Brenna?” he asked, his voice a growl.

I cleared my throat. “Hi.” I desperately needed water. My throat ached. Everything ached.

I knew I was probably bruised, and I was going to be sore, and we were going to most likely make it to my parents’ house tonight if we left early enough.

I had no idea what time it was, or if we should continue the charade, or if I should find a hole to bury myself into. That would probably be the best idea.

I had been taking hormones because of the prep with my fertility clinic, and now they were rampaging in me, freaking the fuck out. I hadn’t had sex in over a year, and the first time I did was drunken sex with one of my best friends? My actual best friend’s twin brother?

Dear God, what was wrong with me? Why did I keep making the worst decisions over and over again, and why did I want to do it again?

“Are you okay? We should talk.”

I looked over at him then, and he was covering himself with part of the sheet, and I hated that. I wanted to see all of him, even though that would be another mistake.

I was doing very well at making these mistakes.

“Are you going to take a shower now?” I asked.

When he sighed, I did my best not to look at him too hard. Because I wanted to look at him, and that would continue to be a mistake.

“I’ll be quick. Can I get you anything?”

“I’m just going to get ready to shower.”

“You can go first.”

“Please stop. Just…do your thing.”

He gave me a look, growled something under his breath, and turned to pick up his stuff to head to the bathroom.

I put the pillow over my face and screamed into it softly. Of course, the pillow smelled like him, and I needed to curse.

Why had I slept with him? Why did I have sex with one of the few people I should not ever think about having sex with? There’s a whole list of people I shouldn’t have sex with in my life, and Benjamin was near the top of that. Hell, everybody thought I was in love with his twin, but no, I had to go and fuck Benjamin instead.

What the hell was everyone going to think if they found out?

They could not find out I had slept with Benjamin. It would just make things so much more complicated for them.

Hell, for me too.

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