Page 3 of Torn Between Two Brothers

Fire surged through her veins as he eased into her, offering her only an inch at a time. When he finally pushed all the way in, she couldn’t ever remember his cock reaching so deep. But she didn’t want to think about that right now, she just wanted to indulge in his body and concentrate on the pleasure he was offering.

His hips rocked and she met each thrust. His hands curled around her back and gripped her shoulders for leverage. Her breasts pressed against his chest, moisture sealing them as one.

They came together, moving in synch and surprisingly his lovemaking was as slow, and as achingly tender as his foreplay. As he rode her long and hard she couldn’t believe she was there again already. Small ripples pulled at her core and from the low growl coming from Adam’s throat she guessed he must have felt them, too.

His lips found hers, and with exquisite gentleness his tongue moved inside to tangle and play while his hand found her clit. “That’s it,” he whispered into her mouth as her cunt clenched and massaged his cock. “Come for me again, baby.”

And come she did.

Her hot cream poured over his shaft and her aroused scent saturated the air. Adam inhaled, and then began to move quicker, chasing his own orgasm.

When her body stopped spasming and she could finally formulate a sentence, she said breathlessly, “I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Jesus,” he bit out and with the way his cock was swelling inside her, she knew he was ready to fall over the edge right along with her.

A moment later his hot seed splashed high inside her and she moaned in delight. Her nails bit into his skin and held him close, never wanting to let him go as his cock pulsed and throbbed. As he depleted himself, his heat moved through her body and brought on a shudder. She briefly closed her eyes, and drew a satisfied breath, knowing without a doubt that she was in the right hands.

Throughout the night Adam took her again and again, until dark bled into dawn. They both fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, and Lauren couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy and content on hump day.

She slept well but not long and as the early morning sun shone in through a tiny crack in the drawn dark curtains, she stretched out her fatigue limbs and gave a happy sigh. Her body felt used and sore from last night’s all-nigh rendezvous. When she blinked her eyes open and reached for the amazing man beside her, she jolted upright and gasped out loud.

“Oh. My. God.”

Chapter Three

“Oh. My. God.”

Garret Wilson blinked his eyes open and stared at the gorgeous woman looking down at him. With a tangle of bed sheets clutched to her chest, her big eyes were wide, her sexy mouth agape. Her long chestnut hair was tousled and mussed from last night’s lovemaking marathon, and had his cock hardening all over again. Adam wasn’t kidding when he said she was amazing.

As his erection tented the sheets, her big blue eyes went from his face, to his obvious arousal, back to his face again. Despite the shock spreading across her flushed cheeks, he spotted some other emotion swimmin

g in the depth of those baby blues. Something that resembled desire. She wanted him again—as much as he wanted her—and that realization had his cock growing another inch.

Jesus, he’d been around the block a time or two, and had bedded his fair share of women, but he’d never quite met a girl like her. So warm, so giving, so generous and sensual between the sheets that it did the strangest things to his insides. Want zinged through him as last night’s erotic memories warmed his blood. Adam was right, there was just something about her, something so unique and beguiling that it could turn even the wildest of playboys into a one-woman kind of guy.

Her gorgeous pink nipples—nipples that he’d sucked long and hard until their cries of pleasure merged—pressed against the white sheet, and it occurred to him that she was a lethal combination of sweet and sexy and was every bit as giving and passionate between the sheets as his brother had said she was.

As Garret stared at her, he knew his heart didn’t stand a chance, not with a girl like her. Even though he’d just met her, with the way Adam talked about her it felt like he’d known her for his entire lifetime, which could very well account for what he was feeling. He guessed his brother was betting on that. She brought things out in him that left him reeling and thanks to Adam he knew her wants and needs better than she, herself, did. Which was exactly why he was here.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning?” she rushed out. “Good morning? That’s all you have to say? Good morning!”

He went up on his elbows. “What else would you like me to say?” he asked slowly, in an attempt to calm her and make this as easy on her as possible.

“How about, geez, sorry about last night.”

“But I’m not sorry.” He reached out to gently trace the pretty outline of her areola, barely visible behind the sheet she desperately clutched to her chest. Last night he discovered the way she liked to be touch and he planned to put that knowledge to good use. He rubbed her nub with the soft pad of his thumb, ever so gently, just enough to make it harden beneath his hand. “Why should I be?”

She shivered under his invasive touch and inched toward him. The movement was slight, but he noticed it. Then, as if she suddenly realized what she was doing, she squared her shoulders and bit out, “Because you pretended you were Adam.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You slept with me!”

“And you slept with me,” he responded, reminding her that it was she who’d crawled in with him. “And I don’t believe I was the only willing participant in this bed last night.”

Gorgeous blue eyes flashed daggers. “That’s because I thought you were Adam.”

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