Page 24 of Secret Babies For My Brother's Best Friend

“Tell me,” I repeated, my breath hot and heavy on her moist lips. I grinded my hard cock against her again to remind her of what she was in for.

A shiver trembled through her body, and she interlaced her fingers behind my neck. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“That’s my girl,” I whispered.

And then I kissed her. There was nothing soft or hesitant about it. We didn’t have time for that. I plunged my tongue into her wanting mouth with all the hunger and desperate need I felt. Scarlett received me willingly, arching her back so her full breasts pressed tightly into my chest. I was right about her—she felt the same way I did, and her body confirmed it by melting into me. Her passionate kiss was more evidence to the fact, and her fingernails digging into my shoulders sent me over the edge.

The waves swelled and rocked beneath my feet, sending our bodies into a natural rhythm as we rubbed up against each other. Once the dampness from her core reached me, I couldn’t wait any longer. I moved my hand from her ass and brought it around between her legs, gliding my middle finger over her bikini bottom. They were soaked, and her folds parted easily for me. Scarlett moaned into my mouth, grinding harder against the pressure from my hand as I stroked her swollen clit.

I broke the kiss, breathlessly panting onto her lips, “Shhhh… you promised to be quiet. If you can’t behave, I’ll have to stop what I’m doing and go back out there.”

She nodded quickly, her own breath coming in short, rapid pants. “I’ll be good,” she whispered, and her tongue darted out to lick my top lip. “I’ll be good for you, Luca. Please… Please don’t stop.”

Her words sent a surge of arousal straight to my cock, making it throb and twitch with need for her as it strained inside my shorts. The thought of everyone else above our heads did the opposite of scare me; it turned me on even more. Yes, it was wrong to fuck Christopher’s younger sister, but there was no denying it… Wrong never felt this good.

I paused my ministrations on her clit long enough to tug her bikini bottom aside. As I reached down with my other hand, Scarlett’s was already at the waistband of my shorts, freeing my aching cock from its restraint. It sprung loose, hard and ready, and she grasped it firmly in her hand as she guided it toward her dripping entrance.

Her touch was what I’d been craving since that night in Shanghai, and I felt the blood rush to my member, engorging it even more. Scarlett brought the head of my cock right up to her tight entrance and then released me, circling her arms around my neck as she plastered my chest with hot, wet kisses.

I pushed forward, both my hands under her ass to keep her in place, and slid easily inside her wetness. Her tight entrance enveloped me exquisitely, sending tendrils of arousal throbbing along my shaft right to the base where it clamped around my balls. I buried my face in her neck to drown out the impassioned moan that reverberated through me then, and I felt her teeth bite down on my shoulder. The pain mixed with pleasure sent me into high gear, and I thrust all of me into her as hard as I could.

The force of my thrusting sent the contents of the counter teetering dangerously around her, with the rocking of the floor beneath us not helping much. Unable to keep my balance, our motions were stilted but forceful as we committed to consuming as much of each other in as little time as possible. As quietly as we could manage with the height of our arousal raging through us.

Every time I drove myself into her, Scarlett’s walls would clench around my throbbing cock, bringing us closer to breaking the silence I’d sworn her to. And every thrust took us further and further away from brothers and best friends and the black and white of right and wrong. I wanted nothing but to have her that way, clinging to me as I fucked her. She felt like no other woman I’d ever been with and made me want to be with no other woman but her.

I blinked slowly, lifting my head momentarily so that I could look at her. That last thought had caught me off guard. For it to be only Scarlett, all of the time… My eyes bore into hers, and as if sensing what I was feeling, she rested her forehead against mine. Our heavy panting mingled in the miniscule space between our open mouths, her breasts bouncing from the force of my thrusts, her stiff nipples grazing the bare skin of my chest. Every inch of me felt alive, burning with passion for her.

The slick sounds of her wet pussy being driven to submission floated into the sex-filled tension enveloping us in the galley kitchen, drowning out everything else. And true to her word, Scarlett behaved, breathing through her visceral response to me, not making another sound. My own moans got choked in my throat as I felt my release finally edging closer and closer.

I tightened my grip on her ass and pulled her tighter against me, ramming my cock even harder into her. Over and over and over again.

Scarlett took my mouth with hers and made me keeper of a long, drawn out moan that came from deep within her soul. She was close too. Her walls clenched and pulsed with increasing frequency around my cock, beckoning me to keep going. I drank her in, kissing her deeply, begging her to drop over the edge of oblivion with me.

“Come with me,” I whispered against her lips. My own still tingled with the ghost of that last kiss. “I want you to come with me.”

The muscles in my lower back stiffened, and my legs locked as I thrust into her hard. Scarlett threw back her head, biting down on her lips as her body was wracked with wave after wave of ecstasy. She tightened around my cock, breaking through the last of my resolve as I finally unraveled and spilled into her. Our bodies stuck together in a series of quaking spasms as our combined climax ripped through us with no end in sight. She rocked her hips, grinding against me as I jerked every last drop of myself into her burning core, slowing down only once her breathing started to return to normal.

Still moving against me, sending the sweetest sensations through my sensitive cock, Scarlett took my face in both her hands and kissed me. This time it was soft. Slow. She shuddered as my cock slid out of her, and I laughed softly against her lips.

“You behaved very well,” I said and planted a light kiss on the side of her mouth.

She slipped off the counter and fixed her bikini, replacing her breasts back into the bra and straightening the sheer wrap about her hips. I pulled up my shorts and checked that there were no tell-tale signs of our activity anywhere on the light fabric. It was all clear.

Then I looked up, feeling her gaze burning into me. “What is it?”

It wasn’t the face of the Scarlett in that hotel room. The one completely overwhelmed with satisfaction. This time there was a disconcerting sadness in her eyes.

“It’s this, Luca,” she replied, her voice low. “I told myself I wouldn’t go there with you again, and here I am… I just don’t know if my heart can handle this. We can’t keep doing this… My head is telling me this is all wrong, but I know what I’m starting to feel for you…”

My brows drew together, and I reached for her hand, but she pulled away before I could even close mine around hers.

“Scarlett—”

She shook her head vigorously, backing up toward the kitchen door. “No, Luca, I need some time, I mean it. Too many people could get hurt, myself included. And I can’t do that to Christopher. You can’t…”

My heart sank to the bottom of the sea, my high immediately flattened by the reality we were thrown back into. She was right, of course. And yet, there was a nagging feeling inside me asking if it was the right thing to do, why did it make me feel like jumping overboard and disappearing into the waves?

But I nodded my agreement anyway. “Dammit, Scarlett, you don’t understand what you’re doing to me, but fine. It won’t happen again.”

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