Page 35 of The Secret Experimentation
“I feel very tired. I shouldn’t have come tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay?”
“Wait!” I try to grab him, but he disappears among the dancing bodies. Still, I chase after him, but I can’t find him anywhere. Fuck, he’s fast. I grab my phone to call him and am surprised to find a text from Russel.
BigGuy: I’m coming.
Coming here? I’m about to text him back when I hear my name. I tilt my head up and Scott is in front of me. “Mel, right?”
Tonight is a fucking roller coster.
“Yeah. Scott, right? Russel’s brother?”
He nods once, crossing his arms on his chest. I find myself studying him, trying to find a resemblance with Russel. He is big, the extra-large size must run in the family. His hair is darker than Russel’s, and much longer. They both have chestnut-brown eyes but Scott’s shape is different, more cat-like. I can see how they are polar opposites. Scott is rough, casual, and kind of intimidating. While Russel is well-put-together and looks broody and uncaring. But in reality, he’s cautious and sweet and so damn dirty and hot. Scott is bootylicious as well, but not as much as my big guy.My big guy?Fuck.
Scott’s eyes take a sweep at my body before lifting his gaze to my face again. His gaze is hard and calculating.
“Are you going to say something or just keep staring at me?” I sass, steeling my spine after finding myself fidgeting under his intense gaze.
My words don’t get any visible reaction out of him. He seems to like to be in control—another family trait perhaps. But while I can read Russel easily most of the time, Scott is an entirely different ball game. A game I’m not interested in playing.
“I get it.” He’s still exuding alertness. But I see a twitch hitting the corner of his lips.
“Get what?”
“Why he likes you.” Is he talking about Russel?
“What’s going on here?” Like I have the power to materialize people with a thought, Russel appears next to me. He’s wearing his usual button-down shirt and jeans, but oddly his hair looks slightly messy. Like he ran his hands through it more than once.
“Hey, bro.” While Scott looks relaxed, Russel is tense next to me. I can feel the warmth spreading from his body even though we aren’t touching. And that honey scent gets me every time.
“Just chatting with Mel.”
Russel’s fingers ball up, brushing the back of my hand. The light, barely there touch sends a shiver up my arm. God, the power this man has over my body.
“More like observing me,” I mutter. I’m small, but I’m not going to back down. Unless Russel is the one pushing…my body against a wall before having his wicked way with me.I’m hopeless.
The brothers exchange a look I don’t get. But after a few seconds, I feel Russel’s hand brushing mine again. Deliberately? My eyes find his profile. He’s still glaring at Scott, ignoring me completely. And I almost convince myself it was my imagination, when it happens again, longer this time. I feel like freaking Juliet Capulet with my stomach turned upside down by a mere touch.
“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry,” Scott addresses me. And his apology sounds genuine. So I give him a small smile. “I was just curious.”
“About?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I think it’s time to get back to the others,” Russel cuts in and with a hand on my shoulder—warm, large, and possessive—he pushes me toward Jordie. I hear a low, full laugh from behind us, but Russel’s big body prevents me from turning around.
The next hour is torture. Having Russel next to me, but not being able to touch him is driving me insane. I try to distract myself, chatting and dancing and drinking. I’m the perfect amount of tipsy. My inhibitions are nowhere to be seen, but I can still walk and think…basic thinking.
Like going to the bathroom.
I am washing my hands when Russel enters the empty toilet. I hear the click of the lock, but I’m frozen by his blazing gaze. He’s eyeballing me with fire and hunger filling his eyes, such a huge difference from the controlled, unfeeling Russel he’s shown all night.
“Come here, Pixie,” he fucking growls. I feel the rumble of his voice deep in my belly while my feet start moving on their own. My eyes focus on small details the closer I get to him. The light hair peppering his forearms. His large flexing hands. The sexy valley at the base of his neck and slight curve of his Adam’s apple. Jesus H Christ, he’s gorgeous.
His brown eyes are hooded, with a mix of amusement and arousal swirling around, and I know my perusal has not been subtle. But I don’t fucking care, since I’m sure he didn’t follow me into the bathroom to talk.
When I finally reach him, Russel doesn’t waste time and attacks my mouth. He tastes like mint and strong alcohol with a hint of real man. I can’t get enough. He growls and grabs my ass with one hand, while the other curls around a handful of my hair. The eagerness and passion he’s showing me are intoxicating. I jump up and wrap my arms and legs around his ridiculously huge body, needing to hold on to him, otherwise my jelly legs would let me down. Our hips start bucking against each other, the hard length of his cock pushing on my belly. My hand moves to his arm. His shirt-clad bicep flexes and tightens under my touch. Then my fingers touch the skin of his bare neck and warm collarbone. His teeth nip my lower lip, my jaw, his tongue leaving a wet, cool path on my chin going down.
“You’re so fucking addictive,” he whispers on my skin. The puff of warm breath makes me tingle all over. I quickly unbutton his shirt, with a lot of effort while Russel keeps devouring me.
I pull the fabric out of his pants, and I’m finally touching his glorious chest. He has a few blond hairs around his pink, pointy nipples and without a single thought, I suck a nipple inside my mouth. I latch onto it, twisting my tongue, loving the feel of the hard bud between my lips. The ecstatic groan he lets out pushes me to do more. My hands stroke, tug, and pinch while my mouth turns his skin into a buffet. My fingers find the button of his jeans and open them but when I move to the zipper, Russel’s big hand curls around mine, stopping me.
