Page 99 of South of The Skyway

“Whatever this is…I’m a package deal, you know?”

“You told me.”

“Any regrets?” He dragged his nose over the tip of mine, back and forth, in soft little bunny kisses that made my throat constrict. Like I could think clearly when he was touching me. His breath was hot on my parted mouth.

“None so far.”

“Good.” When Rhyett’s lips came down on mine, they were laced with unmistakable need. The hard ridge of his erection against my belly stole my breath away. He reached one hand back to flip the deadbolt to the bathroom and sent my heart in a frantic sprint, my core tightening on instinct. “God, Brex, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“Rhyett, they’re all out there.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, evidently uninhibited. His mouth was warm and sweet against mine, hands rough with desire as they scraped the length of my body, coming to rest below my breasts. One roamed down to flip the button on my jean shorts, dropping the zipper in the next movement. I gasped as he slipped a hand in and cupped my sex, quick to flick the fabric of my panties aside and run his fingers between my lips, teasing my entrance. The heat of his palm against my clit had me grinding against him a few breaths later, his taste heavy on my tongue, lips locked.

“Rhyett,” I breathed again, this time not entirely sure what I wanted from him. We should stop. But I didn’twantto. I wanted him. Insatiable, this need, this fire between us.

“We’ll be quiet,” he supplied simply, sliding a finger around the rim of me before dipping inside, sending my heart into my throat and spine arching into his other hand, now gripping my low back. “Quick,” he promised as he curled his finger, hitting that spot that made my toes curl on command. “I can’t wait, baby. I’m dying to feel you.”

My nod was all he needed. In heartbeats, he had his fly down, hard cock free, and was backing me towards the vanity. Rhyett’s fingers roughly tugged at the denim and my shorts hit the floor. I’d barely stepped out of them in time for him to start moving me up onto the counter.

It was different, this fever, than the first time he’d taken me. This was carnal, yet there was also something more profound than how his body moved into me. His hand scooped up a leg and hooked it against the sink to give him access, mouth devouring mine. Demand laced his kisses, almost like he’d die if he couldn’t have me. Whether I wanted to admit it to myself or not, Rhyett was breathing life into me with every touch, every caress. It didn’t take long for my body to respond, heating, pulsing, pulling forward in silent demand as desire pooled between my legs.

“There’s my girl,” he whispered as his relentless fingers slid out, gliding my wetness up to circle my clit. “My good girl.”

“Oh God,” I breathed, writhing beneath him as pleasure sent my legs trembling.More. Less. I wasn't sure which, but my body ground against his touch of its own accord. “Oh God,oh God–”

Rhyett’s palm silenced my moan, his face splitting into the cockiest smile as his fingers worked me ruthlessly. Right as I thought he’d take me over the edge, he pressed his palm to my clit and then slid his thick fingers through my slit, two of them finding my entrance and shoving inside again, his thumb settling over that bundle of nerves.

“Shhhh, baby,” he cooed, that delicious male arrogance dripping from his voice as lust-hooded eyes trained on my face. He knew exactly where he had me. Rhyett’s hold across my mouth tightened as he mercilessly curled into my G-spot. My entire body convulsed, muscles clamping down around him, legs shaking where they were spread on the vanity. His cock gradually thickened and hung heavy between his thighs, making my mouth water with anticipation as he drove pleasure from my core.Good God, this man. Arousal slick on his fingers, he moved back to my clit, rubbing and rotating until my head fell back, mouth parting against his palm on my lips. I nipped against his flesh, earning the most satisfying groan in response.

Rhyett eased the hold, trading that possessive pressure for a quick kiss before he brought his fingers back to trace my lower lip. “Suck, baby,” he whispered, dipping his finger into my mouth. I did. God, I did. His murmured praise would have been enough on its own but combining them with the way those fingers moved against my walls, the curve of his palm firmly pressed against my clit, and I detonated around him. Sucking him deeper into my mouth, my muscles all clenched, toes curling, release soaking his fingers and slipping down my ass. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuuuck, baby.”

As my body tapped out, turning liquid, head lolling back, Rhyett breathed a triumphant little laugh, the kind that was buried in his chest, looping his arms under mine to support me. Both slick with sweat, he gave me a moment to catch my breath, face laid against his slick shoulder, before tugging me forward, his fingers digging into my ass. “Come here.”

I did. Hell, I rushed my limp limbs to comply. The man could have told me to do a headstand, and while it likely would end poorly, I would have done my best. Rhyett coasted both hands up and down my sides as he crushed his lips to mine, allowing me a moment to find my feet before leisurely pulling apart like we had all the time in the world.

He rotated me, gliding a palm up my back to bend me over the counter. Bracing my hands to either side of the sink, I looked up into the newly installed gold mirror, which sat against the rough brick, and my breath caught in my chest. Holy fuck, the man was beautiful. The emotion-laden glint in his eyes seemed to reflect the sentiment as they traced my face in the glass. He slid that flat palm up to scoop up my hair, twisting it into a fist that forced my eyes up. His smile was all lust-fueled satisfaction. Lips parting once, twice, I felt like he was about to say something, but he sealed them shut as he wrapped his other hand around his cock, giving it a long, hard stroke.

Rhyett slipped it up the length of my slit before tapping my ass, sending my breath out in a woosh, nerves butterflying in my belly. The ensuing chuckle sent blood rushing up my cheeks. “Not here, baby,” he reassured me. “Not that I don’t want you.” He dragged the crown around the rim of my asshole, smirk broadening in the reflection as my body shuddered. “Believe me, you’re more tempting than I could describe. A different time–a different place. I just need your wet cunt today, okay?”

My gasping nod was all he gave me time for. In one synchronized shift, he released my hair to grab my jaw, turning me over a shoulder. When he thrust home, he brought his lips down hard to swallow my moan, and a piece of my very being melded into his fingers, drifting away from my body as though I’d gifted it to him. As Rhyett set the brutal pace of a starving man, a part of him seemed to embed in my very soul. Marking. Claiming.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby. Your body should be illegal.Sofucking gorgeous.” His graveled words brought unexpected tears to my eyes, the endearing look on his face not helping. I slammed my eyes closed again, trying not to completely freak him out as he pounded into my pussy relentlessly.

Mine.

This man was mine. And I’d never meant to be his, but as he gritted his teeth with the effort, beads of sweat glimmering on his brow, eyes locking in the mirror before I lost control and slid mine shut, I saw it there. The declaration. The possession.

I belonged to Rhyett Rhodes.

My body knew it as it sang with pleasure, my legs fighting the numbness that tingled through as release tore from both of us, his calloused hand clamping down over my mouth again to keep me from crying out his name. Always his name.

When hot ropes of Rhyett’s orgasm spilled inside me, he all but collapsed against my frame, pulling me flush against him, our bodies still joined, and breath tangling as we reveled in ecstasy.

“You’re perfect,” he panted against me, the words wrapping tighter around the claim I felt in my marrow.

Rhyett madeno attempt at subtlety as he boldly led me back down the long hallway, having helped me straighten up after our second soul-demolishing bathroom tryst. Heart pounding against my skin, I attempted to plaster on a poker face, but it took approximately half a breath for Jameson’s steel eyes to lock on mine, bearded cheek lifting with an all-knowing smirk. Tattooed biceps flexing beneath the white of his t-shirt, he glanced to Rhyett, who must have scowled because his brother just slid his hands into his pockets before heading for the door.

“He knows,” I breathed, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

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