Page 6 of Knocked Up by my Best Friend's Brothers

“Turn around,” he commands me, and his voice sends the sweetest shiver down my spine. I want to pull away, but I can’t. I can only do as I’m told.

I turn around and look up.

For a moment, I drown in his shadow. River is the tallest of the Hawthorne brothers, though Cassius is right behind him, missing maybe a tenth of an inch. His broad shoulders and the darkness of his gaze overwhelm me. His slightly parted lips make me want to lick mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper as his hand slowly comes up.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

His knuckles subtly brush the side of my breast.

I exhale sharply, our gazes locked.

Heat rises between us.

“What are you doing, River?” I ask him again with a trembling voice.

“What I should’ve done before you left, but you were too young and wide-eyed to see,” he replies, then pulls me into a hungry, all-consuming kiss.

I whimper against his lips, but I welcome him.

He tastes of champagne and cherries. Of forbidden dreams and lost innocence. I melt into him as his arms come around and hug me. Tighter and tighter he holds me, my naked breasts pressed against his massive chest.

The kiss deepens.

My core catches fire.

“I missed you,” River says, his lips tickling mine.

“I don’t know what to say…”

“Do you remember prom night?” River asks, running his fingers through my hair, while I try to find the strength to pull away. “You and Teagan were coming back from the prom. You were all cried out in your pink sequin dress, raccoon eyes from running mascara.”

“Good grief. Yeah,” I chuckle softly.

His hand leaves my flowing hair and quietly wanders down my spine, his fingertips quietly touching my skin. I can only stand here, melting into him as he tells me about a moment I had almost forgotten.

“Some kids teased you at the prom. Pulled a prank on you. Teagan gave one of the girls a black eye, then Cassius had to drive over and bring the both of you home.”

“I couldn’t let Aunt Mary see me like that.”

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asks as his hand settles on my bare ass, squeezing without a shred of mercy.

“Yes,” I hiss as liquid heat trickles down my inner thighs.

“I told you that someday, a man’s going to come along and spoil the woman you were destined to become. I told you I hoped I’d be that man.”

“I didn’t think you were serious,” I whisper. “Oh, fuck!”

His hand has slipped between us, his fingers sliding between my wet folds. “Christa, baby… You’re so fucking ready for me, aren’t you?”

“River…”

He applies pressure to my clit and kisses me again. He’s got me wrapped around his fingers, literally and metaphorically, shattering my already weakened defenses. I kiss him back, succumbing to the sizzling pressure between us.

“No, this is wrong.” I somehow manage to pull away.

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