He’s my stepbrother, and that hoebag will have no problem letting the whole world know we’re fucking if she finds out.
Brayden jumps off the bed. Before I can process what’s happening, he has me up in his arms. Three large strides and we’re in front of the door to her closet.
“No. Not in there. She might catch us,” I whisper frantically.
“No choice. Nowhere else to go,” he whispers back and opens the door. He steps inside, puts me down, and manages to close the door just as I hear the door to the bedroom open.
“See? The bed’s a mess.”
I can’t make out who’s talking. It’s dark in this closet, barely lit by the sliver of light leaking in through the bottom of the door.
Brayden pulls me to him, hugging me. We’re chest to chest, my bare tits squeezed into his bare chest. I choke back a gasp, tensing.
“What the fuck? What’s that on my bed?”
That screech makes me cringe.
Until I realize what Jennifer’s talking about. I hold my breath, waiting for it . . .
“Oh my fucking God, is that—Someone came all over my bed!”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I have to press my face to the crook of Brayden’s neck to smother it. I don’t know why I think this is so funny, pretty sure this makes me a very sick person.
“Who the hell was up here?” Jennifer’s scream is loud enough to crack glass, I swear to God.
I hear her friend mumbling, trying to calm her down.
Brayden cups the back of my head, holding me to him, and I feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter.
“I am not going to calm down. I want to know who the hell was up here so I can kick them the fuck out of my house!” Jennifer yells. “Go out there and start asking around. Get the other girls to help you. Or else I’ll kick all of you out, too.”
Jesus, what a bitch. I don’t understand how she has a large group of girls ready to jump at her beck and call.
Brayden shifts, sliding his hand between us and wrapping it around one of my breasts, his thumb swiping underneath, moving between the pulled down cup of my bra and my skin. As I try to pull away, he slowly tugs on my nipple.
Shaking, I bite down on his neck, trying to hold back my moan.
“Come back to my place with me, baby. I’m not ready to let you go.”
I shake my head.
He tugs on my nipple again, soft, slow, and rolls his hips into me, making me feel his fully hard dick. His lips graze my ear. “I need you again. All fucking night.”
My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I want nothing more than to have him to myself all night. “I can’t,” I whisper into his ear. I really can’t. We had sex, yes, but it’s not meant to be a repeat.
It’s all my body and soul want: multiple repeats.
Brayden sucks on my earlobe, just as slow as he’s playing with my nipple. “Please, baby. My cock’s aching for you again.”
My * is aching for him, too.
Willpower disintegrates.
The hunger rises.
My common sense is seconds from checking out completely.
I don’t hear anyone in the room outside, didn’t even register the fact that Jennifer and her friend had left. This is my chance. I can force Brayden to let me go, get the fuck out of this house and party.
But there’s no escaping this—him.
His thumb presses into the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up to him.
I don’t resist him.
Our lips meet, perfect fucking friction, and the moment I feel his tongue sliding along mine, I know I’m done for.
This is happening again. And again.
I’m going to use him, fuck him until I can’t take anymore. Gorge on him until the thought of touching him becomes unbearable to me. “Fine. Take me home with you.”
His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. One more kiss, and he opens the door slowly, making sure to peek out and see if anyone is in the room. The lights are still on, but it’s empty. Jennifer must have stormed out of here in her search and forgot to turn them off.
Brayden exits first and turns to stand in front of the door, blocking me from exiting. He reaches down to slide his dick back into his pants and pulls on the zipper. I reach up to adjust my boobs, making sure they’re covered by my bra-top, and his eyes flicker down to watch. “I’m going to take a separate way out of the house. My car is parked a block away, but I’ll drive around and meet you at the end of the driveway.”
But of course. We can’t let anyone see us leave together. How could I have forgotten?
More importantly, why does knowing this bother me so much?
“Kira?” He leans toward me, eyes wide and questioning.
“I heard you.” My voice comes out a lot harsher than I expect it to.
Brayden eyes me warily. “You’re coming, right?”
Swallowing nervously, I nod.
He kisses my forehead, lingering for a few seconds, then turns to head out of the room.