Page 47 of Rejected Pretend Mate

"This is real. No more fakeness," she asked, a hand grabbing my face. "You mean everything you said."

I nodded, kissing her cheek. "I did bring you into my bed, April. Only you. No one else. Ever. That should tell you just how serious I am."

She kissed me back, her teeth raking over my lower lip. I held back a growl as I kissed her back just as hungrily as she was. I slid two fingers into her and pumped them. She softly moaned against my fingers, grinding into them.

She grabbed at my zipper, her hands just as frantic as mine were. She slid a hand underneath her fingers wrapped around my cock, which ached for her.

"Fuck, I want you," I growled, this time ripping her thong. I slid another finger into her, stretching her. Her head tilted back slightly, and her breath hitched up.

I felt my pants give and my cock jerk free. Her fingers slid up and down my cock tightly, and I inhaled sharply to keep myself from popping.

"Fuck," I said, pressing her forehead against mine. "That feels so fucking amazing. Do it again."

I rubbed my thumb over her clit, and April bit hard onto her lower lip.

"Don't stop," she panted, her nose pressing against mine. "Please. Oh, god, please."

"I don't think I could stop," I said, holding her higher. I moved, sliding into her, and felt her inhale sharply. I kissed her deeply, thrusting, never wanting to stop.

It was frantic. All you could hear was us breathing heavily, my cock sliding into April like it was meant for her, and after some ravishing, I came hard inside her. April tightened around me, and I put a hand over her mouth, and she cried out as an orgasm took over her body.

She leaned against me as we tried to catch our breath. I could see her smile as she leaned forward, kissing me softly. "I love you," she said.

I tugged her dress down and reached for my pants, pulling them back up. I zipped them up and chuckled at her. I pulled a hand up and cupped her face once more. "That was amazing."

She smiled back. "I agree." She leaned forward, rubbing her hand down my chest. "But I would do it again."

I leaned forward to kiss her when the door was suddenly thrown open. The light was blinding but not as much as the look of horror and rage fixed on Cayden's face.

I instantly knew this was bad. Both of our hair was a mess, and I'm sure I had lipstick smeared on my face. Not to count the way April was pulling at her dress, and my shirt was still half unbuttoned.

"What the fuck," Cayden growled low, his nostrils flared as he stared at us. His hands curled into fists, and his eye snapped from me to April, then back to me.

Fuck. There was no good way to explain this. No good way without him beating the shit out of me. There was nothing I could say to make this better. I had fucked his sister in the closet.

I swallowed, searching for words, but nothing came. April seemed just as flabbergasted as I was as she frantically started to pull at her hair, running her fingers through it.

"What the fuck is going on here?" he repeated, but not because we didn't hear him the first time. He was giving me five seconds to explain before he lost complete control.

Chapter 19 - April

I knew right away that Cayden was seconds away from exploding, and this looked bad—really bad. I had no idea how long he had been standing there, but I could imagine we weren't being quiet. Even if Weslie covered my mouth, noises echoed and went through walls.

I swallowed, feeling my entire face growing hot with embarrassment now. "Cayden, let me explain."

His eyes snapped back to Weslie, and his hands curled into fists. "Were you fucking my sister?"

I tried not to let the words bother me, but they did. Fucking made it sound like this wasn't something special. Like Weslie was just using me, but that wasn't what was happening. I knew he would see it that way, but I had to try.

"Cayden." I took a step towards him. "Take a breath. This isn't what it looks like."

Cayden quickly shoved me out of the way, pulled a hand up, and punched Weslie in the face. I screamed as the sound of bone on bone filled the air, "Cayden! Stop!"

"You fucking bastard!" Cayden erupted, grabbing Weslie's shirt and yanking him forward. Weslie pulled his hands up, trying to pull away, but his shirt wouldn't let him. "Are you fucking insane! I asked you to fucking protect my sister, you fucking prick! I said, protect her! I didn't say you could fuck with her emotions and fuck her!"

"Cayden, stop!" I screamed, reaching forward and pulling at his arm, trying to break them apart. "It's not like that! Cayden, stop! You're going to hurt him! Just calm down, and let us explain!"

"Let go!" Weslie snapped, trying to break free, but it was no use. Cayden had his shirt fisted in his hand. I could see the look in my brother's eyes. He was out for blood now.

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