Page 89 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

“Sleep, eh?” Bishop mused.

“Well, notallsleep,” I relented. “But sleep first.”

Morris and his men filed back into the hallway, presumably to clean up whatever chaos might still be left over. Andre, who’d been talking to the chopper pilot, returned rubbing his chin.

“Can you sleep with the distant sound of crashing waves?” he asked me.

“Are you kidding? I had a sleep machine that did that.”

“Good,” said Andre, “because I cashed a favor.”

At that, Bishop arched an eyebrow. “You don’t mean—”

“Yes, I do mean,” confirmed Andre. “Now grab your things. And don’t forget that yellow bikini.”

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JOCELYN

Birds sang. Insects buzzed. Waves crashed rhythmically against volcanic cliffs; somewhere off in the distance, just as I was promised.

And in the warmth of the sun-kissed villa, my hands gripped the soft, silken sheets as Bishop continued gliding in and out of me from behind.

Fuck YES.

His large palms spread far over my naked ass, his fingers curling inward, impossibly strong. They dug deep into the flesh of my hips, just as his massive girth drove all the way through my heated channel, piercing me to my very core.

It felt absolutely amazing; his cock stretching me, filling me, driving me closer to orgasm with every glorious stroke. Bishop’s rock-hard abdomen slammed into the soft curve of my ass, his hips grinding deep at the end of each thrust. I was close, now. So incredibly, achingly fucking close…

Click-click-click…

My eyes, which had been rolling into the back of my skull, shifted to look back over my shoulder.

“You’retexting?”

Bishop nodded, still pumping away.

“W—Who are you texting?” I asked breathlessly.

“Kayden. I’m about to come.”

My mouth, already half open with the need to climax, dropped even further.

“So you’re tagging himin?”

“Yeah. Is there a problem with that?”

His thrusts grew harder, even more frantic, as he dropped the phone to the bed and went to town on me. My eyes glazed over. They began crossing again.

“N—No,” I answered. “I just—”

The door opened behind us, just as Bishop exploded. He grunted loudly, drilling me deep. Holding me tightly against his hard, quivering stomach as his giant shaft shot its first pulse and began thumping away.

OhmyGod…

Over and over it surged, thrumming against my womb, pulsing and throbbing as he drained those full, heavy balls. I could feel the heat of his seed growing inside me. Just the thought of it made me indescribably hot.

SMACK!

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