Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
We’re not dry fucking, but it’s definitely not innocent, the road to penetration a short one.
“Did you remember condoms?”
Did I remember condoms? Please. “The night after we fucked at your place, I made sure to steal some from my brother.”
Brothers: it’s like having a pharmacy in the next room.
She’s pleased with this news, kissing me on the mouth as she pushes me to my back, straddling me, still trying to stave off the cold by keeping the blankets mostly covering her back.
Ryann looks ridiculous, not wanting the cold air to touch her skin, but I still want to fuck her senseless.
“I’ll warm you up.” I growl as she leans over, tits in my face, to dig through the bedside table. Produces a condom and takes the liberty of tearing it open, rolling it onto my dick.
She wastes no time sliding on so I’m buried deep, and we both groan, the few days we were apart now feeling like a goddamn eternity in sex years.
“Oh, shit,” I groan, gripping her backside, already bucking. I can’t stop myself, though she tells me, “Take it easy, cowboy. I don’t want you to come in two minutes.”
Pfft. Me? I would never…
I mean, I would, but I’ll try not to.
“Oh my God, you feel so good,” she moans, tipping her head, hair spilling down her back.
She rides me slowly at first, setting the pace and rhythm, eyes closed and lost in her own thoughts as if I weren’t even here, but I don’t mind; she can use my body however she wants, especially if she’s banging me.
My hands are on her tits, cupping her boobs…
…when my brother walks in, not bothering to knock, his head sticking through the doorway.
“Dude,” Drake says, looking his fill but then covering his eyes. “Shit.” His hand feels the air as if he were trying to see with his fingers. “Sorry.”
“What the fuck are you in here for?”
“I’m sorry, sorry, man, but—”
“Then get the fuck out.” My erection is still salvageable, though I’m not quite sure Ryann’s desire is considering she’s rolled off me already and is hiding under the covers again, chanting, “Oh my God, oh my God.”
“Bro.” He pauses. “Duke is here.”
Duke is here? “Here where?”
“Here.” My brother nods. “Downstairs.”
Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit.
“Is Posey with him?”
Drake shakes his head, sneaking a peek at us through his fingers. “Nope. Just him.”
Great.
Just great.
forty-five
ryann
“I miss him even when I’m not horny.”
– Ryann Winters
Please, dear Lord, tell me Drake Colter did not walk in while I was having sex with his brother—while I was on top.
Please tell me Duke Colter is not waiting downstairs, Duke Colter, who by now knows I was just boning his little brother, riding him on top because surely Drake won’t be able to leave out that little detail.
God help me.
I pull on my pants, face flaming hot. “I don’t have to go downstairs, do I?” I glance around the room. “Isn’t there a window I can climb out?”
“Babe, we’re on the second floor.”
“So? I feel like I’d be good at scaling a building, and besides, how high could it possibly be?”
“He’s not going to care that we were just fucking.”
But…
“Why do you think he’s here?”
He levels me with a stare, then pulls on his T-shirt. “Why do you think he’s here?”
I shrug. “Because he hasn’t seen you in a long time?”
Dallas makes a buzzer sound. “Wrong. Try again.”
I have no guesses and tell him so, my brain a mix of mush and horror—the last thing I want to do is go downstairs and meet the man.
“He’s here because of you.”
“He’s here because of me? Why?”
Dallas is stepping into a pair of gray sweatpants, his hard-on still semi…well, hard. If this were any other situation, I would be pulling them down and sinking to my knees because is there anything sexier than gray sweatpants with the bulge of a man’s dick?
Negative.
No.
“Everything that’s been blowing up lately is ’cause of what’s being reported in the media. I’m sure he wanted to come to the source instead of hearing it from our ma or watching it on the news.”
I mean, that’s smart, but still, who flies across the country at the drop of a hat to have a family meeting?
As we make our way to the lower level and my imminent doom, I count to ten several times over to calm my nerves. It’s one thing to be embarrassed on national television—it’s another to be embarrassed because your boyfriend’s brother caught you having sex…then come face to face with his other superstar brother who undoubtedly knows we were upstairs screwing when he arrived.
Awesome.
Great.
If I thought Dallas was larger than life, Duke Colter is more so, rising from the couch when we enter the living room, stepping forward to embrace his brother in a massive bear hug.
“Holy shit, I missed you,” the elder Colter says, actually burying his face in his younger brother’s shoulder, clapping him on the back as dudes do.