Page 39 of Just Another Chance

“Holy hell, Addie…” I moan when she sucks me to the back of her throat. My fingers thread through her hair and my hips buck up off the mattress.

That tongue of hers swirls and licks from my tip all the way down to the base and my eyes roll back in my head. But no. Not yet. I refuse to come until I’m deep inside her sweet, wet warmth. I grab her shoulders and pull her up, flipping her over onto her stomach. I lick up her spine then roll back on my heels and hoist her ass up into the air, my fingers digging into her hips. I’m feeling incredibly feral and possessive right now. Like a fucking caveman and I’m about to mark my woman. Brand her hard with my cock from behind.

My throbbing tip finds her wet slit and rubs teasingly until she’s moaning and pressing back against my hips. “You like that?” I ask, grinding against her.

She mumbles something incoherent, and I reach around and start rubbing her clit.

“What did you say?” I ask, pressing hard.

“Tanner…” She’s panting wildly, fingers clawing into the bedspread. “Please…”

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want.”

“You,” she gasps. “Inside me.”

That’s all the invitation I need. I look down, watching as I enter her in one powerful stroke, and she cries out, shoving back against me. I begin to thrust hard, watching where our bodies connect, sliding and gliding in and out of her. Licking my lips, I pump harder, filling her and, at the same time, driving her to the edge with my fingers. Her body clenches around me and I can feel the internal spasms move through her like tiny electrical pulses.

“Oh, God!”

“Fuck!” My orgasm slams into me and I drive into her with one last powerful stroke. Everything tightens then explodes in release and I fall over her. We drop forward on the bed with an oomph, and I don’t mean to land on her, but fucking hell, every muscle in my body is shuddering and shaking.

Easing out of her, I turn and I’m laying across her body, breathing hard, trying to catch my breath.

Just in case she doubted what was happening between us, that ought to have cleared it up.

Addie Hayes is mine. She always has been, and she always will be.

The next day, I’m sitting in my loft, remembering how hot of a night I had over at Addie’s when my younger brother Sawyer texts me and asks if I want to grab a beer. We’re three years apart, but we all know Sawyer was an “oops” baby. My mom admitted it and we always teased Sawyer about it. He’s the rebel of the Beckett clan and ran off and joined the military to spite our father the moment Thomas tried to start making decisions for Sawyer.

I agree and meet Sawyer at a small pub not far away. With a head of shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes, I spot my brother over in the corner nursing a beer. “Hey,” I say and sit down next to him. We greet each other with a hand slide and knuckle bump.

“What’s up, Tan?”

I arch a brow and realize he’s had quite a few drinks already. “You okay?” I ask.

“Peachy fucking keen,” Sawyer answers. “How’re you?”

Sawyer has always been the sarcastic asshole of the family, but I love him dearly and we’ve always understood each other. Sawyer and Nash used to butt heads constantly and Crew was never around to bond with anyone. By default, he and Sierra are close, but I chalk it up to the fact that they’re twins.

I give him a dark laugh. “Oh, man, you don’t even want to hear what’s going on with me.”

Sawyer sits up straighter. “Okay, now I’m curious. Fill me in, bro.”

I really have no idea where to start. “You remember Addie, right?”

“We all remember Addie. She fucked you up and, if I’m going to be honest, you’ve never been the same.”

“Well, she’s back.”

“Oh, hell,” Sawyer murmurs and takes a swig of beer. “Have you talked to her?”

“Oh, we’ve done a little more than that.”

Sawyer frowns. “Don’t tell me you’re sleeping with her.”

I nod. “We’ve been together nearly every day since I ran into her over a month ago.”

“Tanner, she broke your heart. Hell, she shattered it. Do you really think this is a good idea?”

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