Page 32 of Stepbrothers

“And?”

“We both think you’re the sweetest, most beautiful and intriguing woman we’ve met in a long time.”

Her heart rate picked up. A dense weight pulled in her belly. “You do?”

“Yeah, we do.” He set his hands on her shoulders, his fingers dark against the pale-pink silk.

She swallowed, her mouth dry. Her nipples had tightened further, jutting forward now like pebbles. Impossible not to notice.

“Parker fucked you, right?” His voice was low and his breath warm. He was still studying her expression in the mirror.

“You know he did. And I’m sure he told you everything else he did to me.” She clenched and unclenched her fists as a tingle went over her ass cheeks.

“True.” He slipped his hands lower, over the outer edge of her arms, to her elbows. “He did. In detail.”

“My ass hurt for two days.”

“Good, it means you won’t try and hook up with Wayne again, or any other random guy for that matter.”

“Why does it bother you so much?”

“Because you’re our sister. It matters who you fuck. We care about who you fuck.”

God, why did she like the way he said ‘fuck’ so much? All gravelly and smoky, as though the word itself was sinful. “I like fucking,” she said a little breathlessly. “I haven’t much else to look forward to at the end of the week.”

“That’s all going to change now we’re in your life.” Slowly, he ran his hands back up her arms to her shoulders. Then he ran them down again, but instead of reaching her elbows, he cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.

She snatched in a breath, suddenly realizing how much she’d been longing for him to touch her there. “So when you shared this girlfriend,” she managed, trying to keep her line of thought. “How did that work? You had her Monday, Wednesday, and every second weekend, and Parker the other days?”

“Not quite.” He stroked her nipples.

They were so hard they ached, and the weight of her slight breasts seemed to have multiplied.

“We’re both busy guys,” he went on. “Parker travels a lot with work. Sharing made sense, it meant our woman was never lonely, never left wanting. She was always satisfied in every way.”

“And you didn’t get jealous if Parker spent the night with her, fucked her?”

“No.” He pressed the side of his cheek to her temple and looked down at his thumbs stroking her nipples. “We don’t get jealous of each other, in fact, I used to find it hot when he fucked her and I watched.”

“You did? Why?” Damn it, she was getting damp between her legs. Just the image of Parker fucking and Hugh watching, masturbating perhaps, was off-the-scale erotic.

“Because I could concentrate on her every expression, her every cry of delight without being distracted by my own pleasure, my own need to come. I like seeing a woman I’m crazy about orgasm without inhibition. It’s like seeing into her soul.”

As he’d spoken, he’d slipped his right hand downward, over her belly, and pressed her gently between her legs, over the pajamas.

He’d found her clit, and she gasped at the pressure he was applying. “Hugh…I…we shouldn’t—”

“Tell me,” he said huskily. “Have you been a good girl this week, so far?”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you applied for your PGCE?”

“Er…yes, pretty much, just waiting for permission from my old uni professor to put her name down for the reference, and then I can send it off.”

“Well done. I’m proud of you.”

A thrill captured her.

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