Page 64 of My Secret to Protect

‘Eyes on me. He can’t see you. Even if he could, all he would see right now is me on top of you.Nobodyis watching you butme.' The repeated words make me swallow hard, and I wet my suddenly dry lips with my tongue.

‘I can’t…’

‘Sure you can,’ he interrupts, then glances down between our bodies before using his knees to spread my thighs further apart and moving my hand from the mattress beside my hip to between my legs, careful not to touch me himself. ‘Keep your eyes on me, Bree. It’s just you and me.’

This Was a Mistake

Arlo

‘Ican’t.’

Her whisper is unsure as I cover her body with mine, and I can’t even begin to ignore the desire coursing through me. I’ve lost my damn mind because this woman, who I can’t stop thinking about, who I’m trying to stay away from, is beneath me, her thighs spread wide by mine, her bare pussy directly below my rapidly hardening dick.Fuck.

‘Yes, you can, Bree.’ My voice is hoarse as I respond, and she squeezes her eyes shut. I should let her do what she needs to do. It’s not my fucking business, but I’ve crossed a line now, and even though my brain is screaming at me to retreat, fucking run, I’m not thinking with my brain right now. ‘Open your eyes and look at me.’ She does, and my heart pumps harder in my chest. ‘He’s not here.Iam. Keep your eyes on me while you make yourself come, pix.’

I watch as her lips part, and, never one to back down from a challenge, Bree holds my gaze as she pushes her hand down between her legs and starts to stroke herself.

The soft mewling sounds she makes, the way her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, the scent of her arousal, it’s unbearable and addictive at the same time. I should leave, but I can’t walk away. My dick is a rock inside my boxers.

‘That’s it,’ I encourage as she whimpers, and the sound of how wet she’s becoming echoes in the quiet room. Jesus fucking Christ. The urge to pull down my boxers and sink into her hot, wet body is almost too strong to resist.

‘God,’ she breathes the word as her hand moves faster between our bodies, and her eyes flutter then close, and I release a breath I was holding, as though with her eyes off me, I have the respite I need to breathe normally.

Her hand, the one that was still resting on the mattress, comes to my bicep without warning, and I drop my head to see her nails digging into my skin. Turning my attention to her face again, I see that she’s lost to the pleasure she’s experiencing, and I’m fucked. She’s beautiful like this.

Her back arches up, bringing her body closer to mine, then her hips buck as mine drop a little on instinct, and the back of her fingers grazes my hard cock. We both freeze, electricity shoots out across my body, and I want desperately for her to grip me, stroke me, but that’s a bad fucking idea. Her eyes fly open, and our heated gazes meet in the dark as she sucks in a breath and holds me captive, then slowly, teasingly, as though testing the waters, Bree stretches out her fingers to make contact once more. I tense but don’t pull away like I should, and she turns her hand over, and this time, she isn’t tentative as she rubs my dick through my boxers, and I hiss at the contact.

‘Bree.’ My tone is a warning, but still, I don’t move, and she takes the permission that grants her to push her hand under the elastic waistband and grip me. My head drops forward, my eyes closing as I fight against the sensation of her stroking me, trying to find the good sense to get the fuck out of her bed, but as her thumb collects the precum gathering at the tip and uses it to circle the swollen and sensitive head, I snap, losing the little thread of control I was hanging on to.

Grabbing her wrist, I yank her hand from my shorts, pinning it to the mattress above her head as I sink my body into hers and cover her mouth with mine in a clumsy, hungry kiss.

Bree brings her hand from my arm to my back as I steal the breath from her lungs and drop my hips, rolling and grinding against her to find the friction I need, that she needs. She moans into my mouth as we kiss, breathless and messy, my focus not on my tongue, which tangles with hers, but the heat and wetness of her pussy seeping through the cotton of my shorts, and I roll my hips harder, faster, dragging the length of my cock across her sensitive clit. I need her to come. I need her release to free me from the captivity she has me held in.

‘Fuck,’ I grunt as her strong legs wrap around my back and pull me harder against her, and I feel the unmistakable pull of pleasure as my orgasm becomes too close to hold off. ‘Come, Bree, you need to come,’ I command through gritted teeth, lowering my mouth to her neck, sucking on her skin in a way I know will leave a mark, but it sends her over the edge the way I knew it would, the way it always did.

Bree’s body tightens, her back arching from the mattress, her hips rolling against me, seeking out the contact she needs, and as she gasps and moans, gripping me with her thighs and her fingers in my shoulder blade. I give in. I let go. I breathe hard, groaning as I shoot my load against her skin since the head of my cock had escaped with the ferocity of ourfuckingdry humping.

Jesus.

We stay silent for a moment, but for the sound of our labored breaths, then I open my eyes, the light from the dawn starting to set in outside, allowing me to look down at her. Her eyes are still closed, her chest rising and falling, her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her tank, which has risen up, allowing me to see the product of how fucking stupid I’ve just been. My cum, painting the skin of her stomach and pussy hits me low in the gut without the haze of arousal clouding my judgment, and I push back away from her and off the bed, reaching for her towel from the hook on the back of her door and throwing it on top of the evidence.

‘Arlo,’ she says, her voice light as she lifts up onto her elbows and looks up at me, and I shake my head, turning away.

‘Fuck!’ I yell, making Beans jump up in the doorway, and I turn in time to see Bree flinching, but I can’t care. I need to not fucking care. I have a job to do, that’s all. ‘This was a mistake.’ I point at her and see the confusion twist her expression. ‘This will not happen again.’

Without another word, I leave, slamming the door behind me and stomping to the bathroom. I need a shower, and I need to get the fuck out of here. If this prick doesn’t make his move soon, I’m going to make it for him. Consequences be fucking damned. I need this done.

I Was Coming with You

Bree

Sittingonthedeckwith Beans, a gun, and a hot coffee, I watch the sun come up. Arlo isn’t asleep. I heard him stomping around before I came out here, and he knows that I did, but he’s stayed in his room instead of coming out to scold me for putting myself at risk like he did yesterday.

I can’t believe what just happened. By just, I mean a couple of hours ago, but my mind is still reeling as though it’s been less than a minute.

I’ve never felt so fucking worthless as I did when he looked at me as though I had done something wrong, as though I’d forced him to do something he didn’t want to do whenhe’sthe one who came tomyroom,he’sthe one who climbed on top ofme, spreadmythighs,hekissedme,hefucking dry humpedme, thenheleftmewithhisfucking cum onmyskin before he walked away like I was nothing. I went from euphoric to gutted in a matter of seconds. The look on his face, the regret.

The tears came shortly after he slammed my door shut. Once the shock had worn off and I’d silently cleaned myself with the towel he threw at me, I started to cry, and it felt like it would never stop. When I heard Beans whimper and scratch at my door, I knew he was worried, so I got up to let him in, and he cuddled up to me, licking my tears as they fell. I fucking love that dog. I’m going to miss him so much when they leave, but I need them to leave. Arlo Harper is breaking my heart all over again.

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