Page 92 of My Ex's Brothers

“I think…I think I’d like that,” she says, kissing me back.

I don’t think twice about grabbing her and lifting her up. She squeals, but wraps her legs around me easily and I turn us around, settling her on top of the hood of the car. I stand between her legs, running my hands up her thighs. Her pajamas are soft, warm to the touch.

“First things first, we need to set some rules,” I say, holding her gaze.

“What kind of rules?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing with curiosity.

“First rule. Establish your safeword. Pick something that will pull you out of a scene if you start to feel overwhelmed or like it’s too much. You say that word, and I’ll stop. No questions asked.”

“What’s yours?” she asks sweetly.

I smirk at her. “Snow.”

“Snow?” she asks, surprised.

“I fucking hate snow,” I say, and she laughs.

“You play hockey and you hate snow. You really are a mystery wrapped in an enigma, aren’t you, Richard Rose?” She bites her lip, gazing down at where I stand between her legs, and my cock twitches. I want nothing more than to eat her out on top of this fucking car and fuck her so hard the damn airbags deploy.

But I can’t do any of that until we establish our rules. I don’t want to push her too far. She needs to know she can trust me and that I will take care of her and her needs, no matter what they are.

“Safeword, baby girl. Pick one.”

“Hmmm…” She taps her finger against her lip. “Strawberry.”

“Strawberry?” I tease her, pulling her closer. My fingers slide up to her waistband and I slowly start to tug. She picks up my motions quickly, squirming until I’m able to get them off of her.

“I hate strawberries,” she says with a shrug.

I laugh. “So no chocolate-covered strawberries for you, then.” I yank her closer, upending her back onto the hood of the car. She yelps. “Remember, if it’s too much…yell strawberry,” I say. “That’s rule one.”

“What’s rule two?” she asks.

“Rule two is I will take care of you. No matter what,” I tell her.

“That’s not a rule,” she says as I slide my fingers up her thigh. I feel the heat of her legs, the heat from her pussy radiating through her underwear the closer I get. Her arousal hits me like a perfume, causing my cock to twitch beneath my jeans.

“Rule number three,” I say, wrapping my fingers into the sides of her panties. “You will come when I tell you to.”

Her cheeks redden and her mouth opens, agape in shock.

“Wh-what if I can’t—” She bites her lip. “I can’t come on command.”

“You will,” I tell her. “Trust me.”

She nods. “Anything else?”

I slide her panties down her legs, tossing them to the ground.

“Rule four. Trust is the most important thing here. When you are with me, Amelia, I have you. I will take care of you. I will put your needs well above my own. This is a safe place. You are free to speak and do as you wish. You are free to explore whatever your little bratty heart desires.”

“Okay,” she says.

I slide my hands up to the apex of her thighs, until I find her clit. I bend down, run my nose up her folds and breathe in her arousal. God, she smells so good.

“Oh my God,” she squeals.

“I haven’t even gotten started yet,” I tease her.

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