Page 46 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

“Say it,” River growls, fingers digging into her hips.

“I promise!” she howls and takes Cassius back in her mouth, stroking the base of his cock with mind-blowing eagerness.

This is the purest, wildest side of her.

River and I work in exquisite tandem, a rhythm building up as Cassius deep-throats her until she’s out of breath.

“Fucking hell, here she comes,” I manage as I feel her rippling, releasing her hot juices all over River and me.

I come fast and deep, filling her with my seed. River follows, while Cassius shoots down her throat. I love the sound of her ragged breaths as she drinks every drop, as she grinds against River and milks us both for everything we’ve got.

Minutes pass in heavy, sweet silence.

The tension turns to faint tendrils at the corners of my eyes as I feel her surrender.

We bought some time. That’s all this is. We managed to turn her away from the door, but sooner or later, Christa will try again. We just have to convince her to let us help.

“Are you going to tell us what this was all about?” Cassius asks.

We sit on the sofa, tangled with her, naked and covered in sweat and blissful afterglow. I smell her arousal, her fear, but I also taste her surrender on my lips. Christa exhales sharply and rests her head on his shoulder.

“Please don’t make me,” she says, the fear returning to her voice.

“It’s okay,” he concedes. “I’ll take whatever this is, if that’s all you can give us right now. But, Christa, we will have to talk about it eventually.”

“Not tonight,” she replies. “You kind of knocked the wind out of me.”

River chuckles lightly. “We couldn’t really see a better way to stop you.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.”

“It will be okay, eventually,” I tell her. “One way or another.”

She gives me a weak smile. “I didn’t peg you for an optimist.”

“More of a realist with confidence in our own strength, resources, and ability to protect you. Because that’s what this is all about,” I say. “You’ve been shouldering something heavy for a long time, and running away might’ve worked before, but you’re not alone anymore.”

Christa takes a deep breath as I absent-mindedly draw an invisible circle around her nipple with my index finger.

“I’m used to battling demons on my own.”

“You’re a strong woman. It’s one of the things that always drew us to you,” Cassius replies.

“Always? Even when we were younger?” She sounds surprised.

“Absolutely,” he says. “You went through something awful, something no child should ever have to deal with. Yet here you are, a successful woman, a brilliant creature with all this resilience, all this raw talent just itching to be unleashed.”

“And your character is equally admirable,” River reminds her.

She shrugs, lowering her gaze. “I’m a coward. Tonight proves it.”

“You’re scared. Everyone gets scared once in a while,” I say.

“Even you?”

“Even me,” I reply. “But we face these fears; otherwise they destroy us.”

I’m about to tell her a story about my time in Kandahar, staring down the barrel of an assault rifle, but the door opens, and Teagan’s voice makes my blood run cold while every muscle in my body is instantly paralyzed.

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