“I need you so bad, Braxton,” she says, her voice tinged with urgency.
I thrust into her, again and again, giving her what she needs. She holds on to me, her arms around my neck, her pussy so hot and tight I’m close to coming again.
“Yes, baby,” she says. “Yes, fuck yes.”
I love making her lose control. I hold onto her, plunging my cock in deep. She heats up, her pussy tightening around me. I almost have her.
I turn her hips up a little so her clit grinds harder against me. Her eyes widen, and she moves her face close to mine, our foreheads touching. I keep going, plunging in and out, loving her with every inch of me.
Her pussy clenches and we pause, hovering on the brink of ecstasy.
“I love you,” she says.
I thrust in again and we both tumble—pulsing, hot madness overtaking us. She calls my name and I empty inside her, losing myself completely.
We finish and I help her get her feet on the floor. The water’s gone cold, so I turn up the heat.
“Fuck, Kylie, I’m undone.” I wrap one hand around her waist, the other behind her head. I look deep into her eyes. “No one has ever done this to me.”
She smiles and lifts up onto her toes to kiss my mouth. “No one else ever will.”
I know, with every ounce of my being, that she’s right.
***
We show up together at Brody’s, and I have to remind myself not to touch her. She looks hot as hell in a snug blue t-shirt and tight jeans. Her ass is ridiculous. I want to grab it, but I see my sister in a booth and keep it under control.
As soon as I see Selene’s face, I know something is wrong. She doesn’t meet my eyes and she’s fiddling with her bracelet, chewing on her lower lip. There’s a tightness around her eyes.
But more than that, I can feel it. I can feel how upset she is. I sit down across from her, wondering if this is about Kylie.
Kylie slides in next to her. “Hey, Selene. What’s going on?”
“Fucking Matthew,” Selene says.
My back and shoulders tense.
“What happened?” Kylie asks.
“He dumped me this morning.”
Anger sears through me and I clench my fists.
“What?” Kylie says. “You’re kidding.”
Selene shakes her head and bites her lip. I can tell she’s trying not to cry. “No, I’m serious.” She takes a shaky breath. “Why do I do this to myself? Every guy I date is just like him, some wannabe player with a hot body and a bank account. I have my own fucking bank account, so why do I always end up with these men who think their money excuses all their bullshit?”
“What did he say?” Kylie asks. “You guys just went to Mexico. What’s up with that?”
Selene takes a sip of her drink. “I have no clue. He didn’t give a reason. He didn’t even tell me in person. He texted first, but I called him. Who the hell breaks up with someone with a fucking text?”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. I’ve definitely done that.
Selene sniffs. “I knew things weren’t going well before we went to Mexico, but we had such a great time when we were away. I don’t know what happened.”
Kylie puts her arm around Selene and meets my eyes. She shakes her head, just enough that I can see. We can’t tell Selene. Not right now.
I want to smash that Matthew bastard’s goddamn head into a wall. I knew he was going to do this to her; I could tell the first time I met him. He wasn’t serious about her.
He was too much like me. At least, the me before Kylie.
Not that there was anything I could do about it. Kylie and I danced around the subject of each other’s relationships, but Selene just gets pissed when I try to tell her the guy she’s dating is an asshole. Even if I can spot them a fucking mile away.
I let the girls chat a bit longer while I calm down. I don’t trust myself to talk yet. I get so angry when Selene is hurt. I want to break something. She’s keeping it together pretty well, but I can feel her distress. I wish she’d quit dating these smug assholes who always leave her.
“I need to get my mind off this,” Selene says. She straightens and swipes her fingers beneath her eyes. “I’m sick of being a crybaby over these dipshits. Fuck them. Let’s talk about something else. What’s up with your guy, Kylie? When do we get to meet the man who beat out Derek Marshall?”
Kylie’s eyes widen with alarm and it’s all I can do not to let a smug smile cross my face.
Fuck yeah, I beat out Derek Marshall.
“Oh, right,” Kylie says. “No, that’s not really anything. It’s no big deal.”
“Come on, Kylie, give me something,” Selene says. “What? Is he, like, dumb as a rock with a big dick? Is that why we can’t meet him?”
Kylie laughs, meeting my eyes. “Yeah, huge. The sex is off the charts.”
I have to stop myself from smiling again.
“Good for you, babe. One of us should be getting some.” Selene’s eyes move to me. “You’re being quiet.”
You’re mad. Focus on mad. “I want to punch Matthew in the teeth.”