Page 11 of Torn Between Two Brothers

“Good, then come on, let’s get out of here.” He slid open the glass door and grabbed a towel for her.

“Where are we going?” She hoped it was someplace close, because even if he didn’t want to talk she really, really needed to clear the air.

“We’re going to my place.”

Chapter Seven

Adam pushed open the heavy front door of his empty condo and thought more about his earlier conversation with his brother. Unfortunately, or maybe not so unfortunately, things hadn’t quite gone according to their well-thought-out plan. The fact that his brother accidentally slept with Lauren forced him to alter his proposal, but he still held out hope that all would work out in the end. The order of events might have gotten reversed but at least Garret had salvaged the situation and spent time with her so they co

uld get to know each other on a deeper level.

“Adam—” Lauren began as they moved deeper into the condo.

He pressed his fingers to her lips. “No, Lauren. Talking is for tomorrow. Tonight we just play and enjoy.” He gave a light playful slap to her ass. “Now come on, we still have a whole night ahead of us.”

Adam desperately needed this time alone with Lauren, to show her how much he loved her and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He could tell she wanted to talk, but he also knew now was not the time. He needed things to play out a little differently. He needed to soften her and ease her into the idea he’d spent months putting together. He knew her well enough to know that if he just laid his proposal out on the table, she’d balk at the idea and think he’d gone crazy.

He had one shot at this and he wanted to do it right.

He loved her, loved everything about her in fact, and hated that he couldn’t be here for her everyday. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t take matters into his own hands and do whatever it took to keep the girl of his dreams happy and contented, every single day of the week.

With that last thought in mind, he turned to her. “Now where were we?” He watched her throat work as she swallowed, then he said, “Oh yeah, I remember.” He stroked her pussy through her pants. “First I’m going to feast on you, then I’m going to fuck you so hard that come tomorrow morning you might not remember your name, but you sure as hell won’t forget mine.”

When he felt want move through her body, he scooped her up, carried her to the living room and deposited her on the soft rug in front of the burning fire. They had the whole night ahead of them and he planned to make every second of it worthwhile, because come morning he wanted her so thoroughly fucked, and so thoroughly happy that she’d never be able to say no to his proposition.

Sometime throughout the night they’d made their way to the bed, where they made wild passionate love until sun up. As the early morning rays warmed the bed, Lauren stretched out her limbs, but didn’t want to open her eyes. Not yet. Despite the rumble in her stomach, she wasn’t quite ready to rise, wasn’t quite ready to let reality seep into her day. Instead she decided to bask in Adam’s touch just a little longer.

She gave a sigh and it must have roused Adam. His warm masculine scent filled the air as he moved between her legs. He spread her thighs, and her head fell to the side as pleasure raced through her.

“Yes.” She gave herself over to him as she cupped her breasts and plucked at her nipples.

His lips found her pussy, and he widened her labia with his tongue. Lauren gripped the sheets and arched into his warm, wet tongue. He stroked her, sinuously curling the soft blade around her clit, and raising her passion. Oh God, it felt so good. His touch was soft, tender and achingly gentle, so unlike Adam…

Her eyes sprung open and she glanced at the man ravishing her pussy.

“Oh. My. God.”

Unmistakable in the light of day, Garret’s dark, sexy eyes met hers. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Lauren shot a glance around. “Where’s Adam?”

“He went to get coffee and muffins, and you looked so lonely in here I thought I’d join you.” With that he turned his attention back to her aching pussy. He brushed her clit with his tongue while he pushed one thick finger inside her. Her brain stalled and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud.

She struggled to speak as pleasure swamped her. “Garret, please. We can’t,” she pleaded, and wondered why— if she was so hell bent on stopping him from feasting on her—she was opening her legs for him. Where the hell was her self control? She wanted, needed to put a stop to this, no matter how incredibly good it felt, but when it came to Adam or his brother Garret, willpower was a discipline she simply couldn’t summon.

“We can, and we should,” he answered between long, luxurious licks.

He inserted another finger and her entire world titled on its axis. As her head swayed her hips came off the bed. With excruciating slowness he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight channel and she could feel herself cream for him.

“That’s my girl. Just let me take care of you.”

A slow burn worked its way through her body and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she needed to stop this, but unfortunately at this moment, it wasn’t her mind calling the shots. She feared she was fighting a losing battle.

She heard a male groan, but when she realized that it hadn’t come from the man between her legs she briefly opened her eyes. When she found Adam standing in the doorway, shirtless, his arms braced on the doorjamb above his head, and an unreadable expression on his face, her heart fell into her stomach.

Oh God, what had she done?

“Adam,” she rushed out. “I wanted to tell you…I tried to tell you.” She worked to sit up, to scramble backwards, but Garret pressed his hand to her abdomen to keep her in place while he continued to lick her cunt, not even fazed by Adam’s presence.

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