Page 9 of Her Brother's Best Friend

When he enters me, I moan against his tongue. I’ve wanted this for so long my chest aches, and my belly tightens, just realizing I’m kissing Luke Donovan, and this time it’s for real.

The rhythm intensifies, and I’m slick for him and rocking my hips into his body. I can’t help it when the ache travels downward, and his tongue on mine only makes the throbbing between my legs stronger.

“Luke,” I moan against his mouth. “Please.” It’s all I can get out before my brain is buzzing again, and I can’t make words. Only sounds.

Luke breaks the kiss, but he’s still only a breath away from me. Any further, and I think I would freeze to death from missing his heat. “What are you asking me for, Cass?”

He’s going to make me say it. Name it. He’s being cruel again, but I can’t not tell him. I need him too badly. “Please. Make the pain go away.”

He grins, and a second wave of heat floods my core. I rock forward on his thigh, and the seam of my jeans rubs against his thick muscle. It’s enough to send me over the edge if I wasn’t holding on tight, waiting for him.

“I’m hurting too,” he says, leaning into my ear. One muscle encased arm slides under my knees and the other around my back, and I’m hoisted up against his chest. “I can make this pain go away for both of us if you let me.”

“Yes,” is all I mutter out. It’s almost scary how lost I am in Luke. But then I remember it’s Luke and I’m safe. I can be lost, and he’ll find me.

He sets me in the middle of the bed and surrounds me with a knee on either side of my legs. Above me, he pulls off his shirt and exposes his ripped abs and flat pecs. I want to run my tongue along the lines of his tattoos. Taste him. There isn’t enough time to explore Luke like I want. Like his perfectly sculpted body deserves.

He drops his head down to the curve of my neck and kisses the ticklish flesh there. “I’ve had years to imagine what being with you would be like,” he says, and my skin tingles as his tongue runs from the back of my ear to the top of my shoulder. “Years to plan how to care for this body.”

My only response is a soft whimper. The best I can do with his heady mix of mint and musk filling my senses.

Luke lifts the hem of my shirt and slides a flattened hand up my stomach to my breast. I’m shivering from the sensation when he fists one hardened nipple against his palm and squeezes.

I’m aching so hard for him, the new sensation of my sensitive nipple against his calloused hand has me grinding my hips against him. “Make it stop,” I shut my eyes and whisper into his ear. “Please, make it stop.”

His laughter is low and rumbles through my insides the way his hands roam the outside. I can’t take much more before I rub my clit hard enough into my jeans to release the pressure on my own.

“I’ve waited so long for this, baby. I’ve dreamed about making love to you so many times.” One finger trails down my side, and I buck at the sensation. Luke unfastens my button and zipper and yanks my jeans down and throws them on the floor. My shirt comes next, followed by his pants until it’s just us and our underwear.

With nothing to press myself against, I’m wet again and rubbing my thighs together tight.

“Is this where it hurts, baby? Is this where you need me to make it stop?”

I moan a yes that sounds more like an animal’s cry than human. Luke looks up and smiles at me, his eyes wild and dark.

He hooks a finger around the crotch of my panties and pushes them to one side before he runs a second finger over my folds.

My back arches into the bed, the sensation is too much. I’m about to give up on holding back when his slick finger splits me open and dips into my core, and I tighten around him.

“Baby, if I’d know it was this bad, I wouldn’t have made you suffer so long.”

I lift my head and look into his eyes. “I need you, Luke. Please.”

As if on cue, he presses a second finger inside and rubs back and forth, moving deeper with each thrust until he hits the spot that makes my whole body tense. I constrict around his hand, and before I can stop myself, my pleasure releases into his palm.

“My poor baby.” He thrusts his fingers inside deeper, letting me ride out the spasm until the tightness eases. “If I had known.”

There’s a pain in his eyes when he looks back to me. A sadness that brings the ache he relieved from down lower back up to my heart. I’m not the only one who’s been suffering, and for the first time, seeing it on his face, I feel equally sorry for him.

I reach up and place my hand on his cheek. “As long as you know now what you do to me.”

His hand comes up to rest over mine, and he smiles. “As long as you know, you’re not the only one.”

Luke

I honestly couldn’t tell if Cass was still a virgin or not until I felt her clench around my fingers. Holy fuck, she’s tight and primed for me.

I kept my shaft hidden in my boxers for fear she’d see it and bolt, but now that I have her under me and begging for more, I know she’s ready.

---