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“You were so good for me,” Dan whispered and flicked my nipple. I moaned at the touch, overstimulated, but also so damn happy I’d given Dan something he needed.
It was just…why had it felt like I needed this too?
Chapter Fifteen
DAN
How many times could a man get off in one night?
Three was the record for me, but who was counting?
It was probably why I felt so drained this morning as I pulled myself out of bed to get ready for brunch with our friends.
After spending all night jerking off to the image of averyneedy andobedient Clay, I was so tempted to just bail. But Sunday brunch had been a tradition of sorts, and I knew our friends would get on our asses if we didn’t show up without a good reason.
“Morning,” Clay said, stepping out of the bathroom. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. He was shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
My eyes trailed down his jacked body and landed on the dark marks I’d left on him yesterday. Memories of all the things he let me do to him had the blood rushing to my cheeks.
“Morning,” I murmured, gaze flicking to the ground. I didn’t know if I should be ashamed about how much controlling his orgasm turned me on.
A deep rumble of a laugh rolled out of Clay’s chest as he tugged me forward for a kiss that had me swooning against him. His strong arms caught me and wrapped around me as they locked me in his embrace.
After three orgasms last night, I didn’t think it would be possible to get it up again, but anything that had to do with Clay always surprised me. I was hard against him, and I could feel his erection through his towel, too.
“We don’t have time,” I whispered. My hand was against his firm chest, attempting to push him away, though I admit I wasn’t trying very hard.
He hummed a sound of acknowledgement and nibbled on my bottom lip before pulling back. His green eyes were soft when he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
He might as well stick a knife straight into my heart with how much the action made me bleed for him. Was this another form of comfort? Another way for him to tell me he belonged to me?
Not like that proved anything.
I knew his remarks about being mine were only childish claims that stemmed from a twisted evolution of our close relationship. Clay was trying to keep our relationship the way it’d always been, but this was only a bandage over a wound that’d continue to fester until one or both of us got hurt.
God, I must have been out of my mind for doingwhat I did to him last night. I blamed being crazed with jealousy and how quickly the alcohol went to my brain.
If I were a better person, I wouldn’t let Clay get even more tangled up in this messed-up situation. I’d set him free and be the good stepbrother I was supposed to be.
If I were a better person, I wouldn’t have let him drag me into a deserted alleyway a couple of blocks away from Hector’s. I wouldn’t have let him kiss me until every cell in my body learned to need him to operate.
But I wasn’t a better person, and that became abundantly clear when we showed up late to brunch. My cheeks were flushed, and my lips were probably swollen from Clay’s bruising kisses, but hey, at least my friends didn’t bring it up like they had last time.That had been awkward as hell.
“You guys finally made it!” Jones called out as we walked up to the table. It was too hot outside to bring their pets, so we found our way inside the diner. Clay looked disappointed at the fact. He loved dogs, and since I was allergic, he couldn’t raise one at home and had turned to loving on Lily, Jones’ dog.
The group grabbed the large table in the middle of the diner since Jordan and Wren had joined today.
“When did you guys get back to town?” I asked, taking one of the two empty seats. Clay slid in the other one next to me.
Jordan was Jones’ older brother and co-owner of thelargest construction company in town, which Ryker worked for. Wren was his travel-vlogging boyfriend, and he was also the reason for the recent migration of people to our town. He posted a series of videos around our idyllic town on his channel, and suddenly everyone wanted to live here.
It felt like all the rental properties here had been swept up overnight, which had led to an increase in rental prices. Which was also the reason Ryker and Sam had to pretend to be together in order to rent a place. It was all very ridiculous, and I was glad to have locked in on our current place long before this.
Although the whole “fake-fiancés” thing had led to Ryker and Sam getting together for real, so I’d say things had worked out for the best in the end.
“Last night,” Wren replied with a smile as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand. There was a look of love in his eyes as he looked at Jordan. It was probably the same feeling I got when I looked at Clay…and there I go thinking about him again.
“Vancouver was nice, but it’s good to be home. We are sorry to have missed all of yesterday’s fun. Heard they got the clock up to five hours but took pity on you,” Jordan commented, and I groaned.
