Page 99 of My Ex's Brothers

I start to move, building my rhythm and getting used to the feeling of suffocation. It’s strangely arousing. I focus on his moans, his contented sounds. His fingers sliding through my wet hair. His parted, perfect mouth.

I get lost in Dane and the beauty of him crumbling in front of me.

“I can’t hold it anymore, Amelia, I’m going to come,” he says, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m?—”

“Come for me.” My voice is solid, much more confident than it was before.

Because that’s what Dane does to me. He makes me feel like I’m some goddess, like I deserve the worship he gives me.

I wrap my mouth around him and his hand fists my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, hard with a deep grunt, and within seconds I feel his warm, salty release filling my mouth.

“Fucking hell…” he sighs as his grip loosens and his eyes shut completely. I press my legs together, trying to quell my own desires.

I swallow him down, blinking as the lust-haze dissipates as I look at him.

He gazes down at me with a tired yet gratified expression. “Get up,” he says, trying to catch his breath.

I do as he asks without question, and within seconds his mouth is on mine and he’s pushing me against the tile wall. I gasp as he devours my mouth, and then I feel his hands sliding over my hips, his thumb brushing against my clit. Instinctively I grind myself forward and then I feel him slip not one, but two fingers inside me.

I choke out a groan as he continues to kiss me.

“You think I didn’t see you touching yourself while you had your fill of me, Amelia?”

Flick. Pump. Flick.

Suddenly words are difficult and I can’t remember how to speak. So I don’t.

I respond with a deep kiss, wrapping my arms around him as I throw my leg over his hip.

Flick. Pump. Flick.

“Come forme,” he breathes against my mouth.

One more round of torturous fingers and I come undone. I dig my fingernails into his back as I moan in ecstasy. His mouth swallows my moans and I nearly collapse against the wall. The water is now cold, and I can’t help but smile. A soft laugh escapes my throat.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his lips against my neck pulling into a grin I can feel all over.

“The water’s cold,” I say. “And I don’t think either of us are really clean.”

He laughs, and my heart feels so full I think I may explode.

Lyla’s wails cut through the air and he groans against my shoulder. “Someone’s awake,” he says as he shuts the water off.

I watch as he steps out of the shower. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, the cool air kissing my skin as I do so. He towel-dries my hair, working his way down my body with a smile as Lyla cries. It’s the strangest feeling of fullness. Feeling sated and content in so many ways. He smirks at me.

Almost like he feels it too.

Maybe he does.

“Take your time, Mia. I’ll get her.”

And with that, Dane Rose kisses my wet hair and heads out the door. Within moments, Lyla’s cries cease, and I can’t help but think that nothing has ever felt so right.

“This looks amazing, Amelia!”Dane says as I marvel at the exquisite plating of my dinner.

“It’s just barbeque chicken, nothing fancy,” I say with a shrug as he tosses the pan in the sink.

“Don’t be modest, your barbeque is top fucking notch,” Richard says as he shoves another forkful of meat into his mouth.

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