Page 80 of A Brother's Secret

He snorted, “More like a buck fifty ormore.”

I grinned and knocked my shoulder into his, “Doesn’t matter now, just a fleeting one. Can’t even remember what it was,” Ilied.

“Uh huh,” he finished off his beer and I did the same withmine.

“Not buyingit?”

“Nope. It’s okay, though. You don’t have to tell me everything.”

“That’s what I love about you,” I said. “You make me do what I don’t want to do all the time, but only if it’s good forme.”

“I try,” he said with a shrug.

“No, youdo.”

We lapsed into another comfortable silence, turning at the rustle of dried leaves and someone stumbling, a woman’s laugh, and finally, Dani and Thirteen came intoview.

“Uh-oh! Looks like our secret hiding place is occupied,” he said affably.

“No, it’s cool,” Kyle said standing up and I did likewise, hastily so I didn’t end up swallowed by the hammock.

“You sure?” Thirteen asked.

“Totally, we were just headingin.”

“We were?” I asked with a shark’sgrin.

“We were,” he said firmly and I couldn’t say I wasn’t looking forward to what he clearly had inmind.

“Well, all right then, Y'all have a good night.” Thirteen tipped an imaginary hat and Kyle captured my hand, dragging us away, back towards the club. We ditched our dead soldiers in a bin by the back door that was overflowing with them and passed through the open doorway.

“Sure we aren’t being anti-social?” I asked and he hauled me up against hisbody.

“Do I look like I give a fuck?” he demanded.

“That’s my line…” I murmured huskily as his lips descended on mine. We made it through his club room’s door and kicked it shut behind us, hands grasping and grabbing, pulling and shoving at clothes in a bid to get themoff.

He, of course, got me naked first. He seemed to have a knack for that, drawing his hips away from my fingers which cradled and stroked his thick cock from root to tip, massaging the hard length in a bid to make him feel good and ramp up the excitement. Apparently, I ramped it up a little too high, a little too fast, because he bodily picked my skinny ass up off the floor and tossed me back-first onto the bed. I squealed and laughed and he dove over the top of me, mouth finding mine, kissing down my body, pausing to lavish my small breasts with attention.

“Don’t crack your head this time,” he growled and went in for the kill, sealing his mouth over my sex and sucking my clit, laving it with sure strokes of his tongue.

My cry was strangled and drowned out by a throaty moan and I gripped the bedding in clenched fists. He held my hips in his hands and when I proved I couldn’t hold still against his sweet onslaught, put an arm on them, forcing them down to the bed. He grinned at me from between my thighs, his brown eyes rich like chocolate and holding a dark light as he cracked, “You must be this tall to ride thisride.”

I laughed and again he killed it with the skill of his tongue against the most intimate parts of me, but I couldn’t care. I just tipped my head back and gave myself over to the sensations.

A warm, tingling rush filled my veins and my body grew wet and ready. That heavy, pure weight of desire settled into my core ready for the long haul as Kyle took his time working me up, bringing me so close, to the very brink, before maddeningly backing off just enough so that I wouldn’t come… at least notyet.

He kept me there on the precipice of that warm, sweet abyss for so long I thought I was going to go mad until finally, I started begging. Announcing his name like a plea into the dimly lit room but apparently, he was enjoying himself too much to quit justyet.

I was frustrated, my cunt tight and grasping at nothing, needing just that little bit more to shove me right over the fall, and when I reached the point of aggravation where I was just about to stop him, he slid two fingers inside me and crooked them just right. Instead of shattering, I exploded, the pieces of my being so damn small that I might as well have been dust in thewind.

He didn’t let me come back down, either. Working that bundle of nerves with light, intermittent flicks of his tongue sending shockwaves of electricity through my system, playing finely with the sweet pain of oversensitivity, the man was a master at his craft. He twitched his fingers, licked me slowly and I tightened around him and bucked, but he had me pinned like a fucking butterfly.

“Oh, god! Kyle please!” I gasped bordering on the edge of panic. Never had I ever lost control of my body and heart at the same time or so completely before and it was honestly so nice, cathartic to do so. I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to never quit and it was seriously confusing but in all sorts of goodways.

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