Page 57 of Pray for the Damned

“Out here?” she asks, her breath hitching slightly.

“Mm-hmm. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one sees anything important.” Usually I wouldn’t give a fuck, but I don’t want to share her right now, not when I’m going to have to share with my brother more often than not.

She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, and I quickly use my own to pluck it free, biting down until a strangled groan falls from her.

“What’s it going to be, pretty girl? You gonna let me bend you over my bike and fuck you out here in public?”

She swallows, nerves flicking through her eyes before she gives me a nod.

“Fuck,” I whisper a moment before my lips claim hers again.

There’s so many reasons I shouldn’t do this, beginning with the fact she thinks I’m someone I’m not and ending with her being my brother’s girl. And yet I don’t give a fuck about any of it.

She’s mine just as much as she is his, and they’re both going to have to get used to the idea.

CHAPTER FORTY

WAVERLY

Holy shit.

Am I actually going to do this?

Am I going to have filthy, desperate sex in an alley, over the back of a motorcycle?

As if to answer the question he couldn’t have possibly heard, Emmett turns me in his arms and bends me over the back of the bike. My chest rests on the seat, while my legs spread over the back wheel.

Without warning, my yoga pants are yanked down along with my panties until the cool afternoon air touches my ass and pussy.

I can’t believe I’m even entertaining this, let alone allowing it to happen, and yet there’s not a single part of me that wants him to stop.

His fingers brush over my core, and we let out a mutual moan. “Already wet for me, Waverly? Does the idea of getting railed in an alley get you hot and bothered?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from telling him just how much I’m enjoying this. I haven’t doneanything this reckless in…ever. I’ve always been safe because the alternative could mean being found.

But for some reason I don’t care about that right now. I don’t care that I’m throwing caution away and allowing Emmett to do whatever he wants.

His hand disappears from my pussy, and a moment later, a sharp sting registers across my ass, making me cry out before I can swallow the sound.

“When I speak to you, I expect an answer,” he growls a moment before his fingers are back at my clit, circling with the perfect amount of pressure to take my breath away.

Even the way he touches me is different from last night, and there’s something about seeing both sides of the same man that has me panting for more.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m so fucking turned on right now I can barely breathe.”

He chuckles, his still-clothed body pressing to my back and making the moment feel even more forbidden. “You have no idea how badly I want you right now.” Emmett presses open-mouthed kisses up the column of my throat, nipping and sucking the skin as he goes.

“Please,” I whine. “I need you.”

He chuckles, and his hands drop from where they were toying with my body. His belt buckle brushes across my ass as he undoes it, and I press back into him like a wanton whore. Hell, at this point, I think that might be what I am.

After years of mediocre sex out of necessity, I’m hooked on Emmett and everything he can show me.

“So needy for me,” he breathes. “But you don’t need to worry, I’ll take care of you, baby girl. I’ll always take care of you.”

Emmett’s body presses against mine, and an involuntary moan escapes when he drags his rock-hard cock through my folds with one hand while the other grasps my hips and helps mearch the way he needs me. “This is going to be fast and rough, Waverly. I suggest you hold on tight.”

But he doesn’t give me a chance to do that before he notches his cock at my entrance and thrusts forward without warning. He fills me completely, and the ache from last night reignites as he holds himself deep.

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