Page 36 of The Older Brother
“Oh,” she says, her eyes dipping to my throat.
It’s my turn to lift her gaze to mine, so I run my knuckles along her jawline and coax her chin upward.
“Hey, that’s not why I let things progress the way they did, though. My desire for you has nothing to do with my hate for my brother.”
Her brow furrows.
“You hate him, huh?” Her eyes seem heavy, her gaze struggling to remain fixed on my eyes. I run my fingertips along her cheek.
“Only sometimes. Caleb and I . . . we’re complicated. He’s blood, and I’ll always honor that, even if he wouldn’t. But there are things between us, ugly shit, that’s festered for too long. And I won’t lie to you about that, about Caleb. He’s walking in my father’s footsteps, and I’ve spent my life trying to sidestep them. Our paths are going in opposing directions. Doesn’t mean that there’s not love deep down, under a lot of scars. I just don’t feel it very often.”
I haven’t felt it in months. Maybe years.
“So, this . . . being here . . .” Her gaze circles the room behind me, then finds its way back to my face. “Is this just part of a revenge plan? Is that why you suggested we stay for the night?”
Shit. I said I wouldn’t lie about this, about Caleb.
“No, but also . . . maybe. Not consciously, because believe me, Saylor, my body wanted you in this bed. I wanted you all tomyself. But I can’t say the thought of it somehow torturing Caleb a little didn’t sway me into putting it out there.”
She draws in a deep breath through her nose, then nods.
“I want to be here with you. That’s the root of it all. That’s the truth, Saylor. I want to be here with you, right now, like this.” My hand trails slowly along the curve of her neck, and she drops her chin, following the path as her eyes flutter shut.
“I believe you,” she whispers, slowly rolling on her side so her back is to me again.
“I didn’t plan for this,” I say, tracing along the muscles on her shoulders and back with my fingers, tickling her gently until her skin is peppered with goosebumps.
“Neither did I,” she murmurs.
I kiss the center of her spine, closing my eyes as my nose grazes along the curve.
“What are we going to do?” I breathe out.
She’s quiet for several seconds, and I spend the time taking small tastes of her skin, running my fingertips down her side, and pulling the sheet down with my hand. I flatten my palm against her hip, then inch it around her body until she shifts her leg just enough to give my hand access to the wetness building between her legs. My fingers glide against her, and she moans.
“Tell me, Saylor. What are we going to do?” My words are a rough whisper against her back.
“Fuck,” she says, pushing her ass back just enough to press my hard cock between my stomach and her body.
My tip is wet with precum, and I paint her with it, gripping my shaft and guiding down her ass until it slides into her wet center, gliding against her swollen pussy. I coat myself with her arousal. She arches her back slightly, just enough to give me access, and I guide my dick inside her pussy, sliding in slowly while she groans with the stretch to accommodate me.
Two sides of my brain are warring with one another. There’s a part of me that is really starting to grow attached, to care in more ways than the obvious ones, at least for me. Saylor and I have history, complicated history. She’s Caleb’s ex. I’m pretty sure they were both each other’s first. And for much of her life, I’ve been a protector. I’ve always cared about her, thought of her as a sister more than anything. Until now.
Now, there’s an animal inside of me that doesn’t know how to stop. The considerate half of my brain is screaming about the mistakes, warning me to be careful and to tread lightly. But the animal wants to feast. And I’ve never had a meal as delicious, as decadent, and special as Saylor Kelly.
I push into her with a hard thrust, holding her hips in place so she can take it. And she does.
“Yes!” Her scream is more than permission. It’s a pass for the monster, a loud approval that what we’re doing is more than just allowed, it’s wanted both ways. It’s mutual. She wants to be ruined. She wantsmeto ruin her.
And we’re both a little happy that Caleb doesn’t like the thoughts suddenly invading his jealous fucking mind.
My hands glide up her front, clutching her breasts as I pound into her from behind. Her ass pushes into me, meeting me for every thrust. My mouth falls onto her shoulder, and I suck in her skin, leaving a faint purple bruise behind, proof that I was there.
“I’m going to come soon, Saylor. You’re too fucking hot. I can’t hold out this time,” I say, rocking my hips faster. She reaches forward, bracing her body on the edge of the nightstand, keeping her from falling onto the floor from the impact.
“Fuck, I need to have you,” I say, rolling her body with mine so she’s lying flat on top of me, her back to my chest, my dick deep inside.
I lift her back, guiding her to a sitting position while my cock impales her. She works her legs underneath, so her weight is onher feet and calves, and she begins to bounce on me and moan wildly while my hands hold her hips steady to keep her from falling.
