“This feels weird.”
I blow softly on her pussy, still tender from our morning fuck. Shay gasps and her hips tremble above me.
“Did that feel weird?” I murmur.
“What if I lose control and suffocate you?”
The sincerity in her question makes me laugh. “I suspect I’ll knock you off me rather than let you kill me with your pussy.”
Shay grins, but she’s nervous. “Tell me it’s okay to be loud.”
“Darling, feel free to wake up the fucking neighborhood.”
Shay exhales softly as my fingers spread her open. Inhaling her sweet aroma, I love the scent of a well fucked woman. My mind recalls how we didn’t stop the night before until Shay begged me to let her sleep. I relented only to have her wake me at dawn with kisses up my thighs.
Now, Shay holds onto the headboard, nearly snapping it in two a few times. I suck at her wet lips, filling her with one finger then another. Slowly, I force her body to submit to the pleasure until Shay cries out my name like a cuss word. Her hips buck, riding the orgasm. Soon, she slumps forward against the headboard.
I suck her hot flavor from my fingers as Shay sinks onto pillows next to me.
“Was that weird?” I tease, rolling to my side and looking at her.
“I hate you.”
Laughing, I tug her down onto the bed, so she rests with her head at the end. She looks at me and smiles like a fucking angel.
“You’re the worst,” she murmurs, placing a hand on my chest. “Like the devil really.”
“Don’t pout because I know how to make you lose control.”
“Control is overrated anyway,” she sighs as my cock opens her pussy. “So fucking overrated.”
I move inside her slowly, leisurely even. The world outside this room means nothing to me. I don’t belong to the club. I have no brother. Nothing exists beyond Shay. The freedom I feel is a relief.
Twenty minutes later, I’m next to her. My cock is satisfied while my fingers trace her belly button. Shay leans her head against my chest. Her eyes are closed and a faint smile is on her lips. I’d say her bad mood has officially passed.
“Hey, lovers,” Pax says, rapping his knuckles on the door. “I know you’re awake because I heard Shay down the block.”
With her eyes still closed, Shay grins.
“What do you want?” I ask, not moving.
“I have fresh coffee and donuts, so pull your dick out of Shay and get out here and eat.”
Shay opens her eyes. “I think I might have picked the wrong brother to throw myself at. Pax is a charmer. He knows how to provide too.”
My finger slides past her stomach to her clit. “I provide.”
When Shay grins at me, I feel like a fool. I suspect she sees this on my face because her grin widens.
“I’m beginning to hate you,” I say, causing Shay to laugh.
Sitting up, she takes my hand then licks the finger that played with her clit. “It happens to everyone.”
Pax is downright polite when we appear in the kitchen. He pours a cup of coffee for Shay before offering her a plate and variety of fresh donuts. She thanks him so sweetly and suddenly they’re best friends. My temper rises.
“What?” I growl at Pax when Shay takes her breakfast to the living room. “What’s your game?”
“Being myself is all. I’m a nice guy, right?” Pax taunts as a smile slides across his face. “You’re jealous of the sexy connection Shay and I share. Hey, I know we said we’re against incest, but maybe she’d go for a three way or sharing or…”
When I nail him across the jaw with my elbow, Pax just laughs. I glance at Shay staring in horror. She thinks I’m an asshole. She’s right, but that’s not the point.
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Seriously? That’s your problem with what I said? What about brothers sharing a chick and their balls banging together? Gross, man. Call me vanilla if you want, but I don’t want your dick anywhere near mine.”
Despite my anger, I laugh. “Turd.”
Pax smiles and looks at Shay. “It’s been like this since we were kids. I just want to love him, but he keeps hurting me.”
Shay grins slightly. She waits until I join her then nudges me. “Why did you hit him?”
“He was talking shit. Violence is the only way he learns.”
Shay studies Pax standing at the kitchen sink. “If that’s true, I don’t think you hit him hard enough.”
Glancing at Pax, I find him smirking at us. He struts over and sits in a chair. “Can a brother get a hug?”
“I’m going to hug you into the ER, jackass.”
Pax laughs hard then takes a bite of his donut. “Soft and sweet, just the way I like them.”
Shay leans over and whispers, “I think he’s talking about my pussy.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or jump across the table and beat my brother. Shay is smiling, unbothered by Pax’s bullshit. She thinks he’s funny. Immature maybe. Hell, her little brothers are probably obnoxious bastards like Pax.