Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Was he awake? Considering the way his breathing remained even and he stayed relaxed, probably not. More kisses. Would he realize what he’d said when he woke up? Would he still feel the same way?
I’d been turned on but clear-headed last night. He’d been lost in that place where everything was simple, and all he had to do was relax and react. He’d been my pup. Had it all just been the rush of endorphins and false emotions?
I wanted to say no. The way he’d looked at me and kissed me, the way he’d touched me and curled into me, had screamed out that it wasn’t just a passing curiosity or something that he wanted to experiment with. But would he feel the same when he woke up?
Part of me wanted to put off finding out for as long as I could. Another part, the master he’d woken up inside of me maybe, pushed at me. Leaning down, I kissed him again, this time letting my lips linger on his skin.
I got another little moan, but the way he rocked his body against mine made it clear it was from pleasure and not frustration. He let out a low, sleepy laugh. “That tickles.” “Hmm,” I replied, flicking my tongue against his bottom lip. “Does this tickle?” I teased. “Or…” My heart raced in my chest, but my hand slid down his chest. Was I really going to do this?
In for a penny… Taking his cock into my hand, I stroked him once, waiting for his reaction. I didn’t dare show it, but I was fucking terrified that he’d reject me now in the wake of the night we’d had together. He was my brother, not even some random guy, and falling in love with a one-night stand would’ve been so much safer than…
Than loving my brother like this. He made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. “It doesn't tickle…” He rocked his hips, silently begging for more. “But you’re going too slow.” A shiver raced through him as I tightened my hand around his dick. Finally, his eyes opened, sleepy and full of need, but devoid of shock or even surprise. He smiled and leaned in to kiss my lips. “Isn’t it your turn, though?”
I relaxed slightly when I saw his expression. My dick said I wanted to get off, but my mind… Even though he smiled, even though he kissed me, I knew there was fear beneath the surface there because I felt it too. I didn’t want this to be all about sex — which was monumental in and of itself.
I drew my hand away from him, feeling a pang of selfish disappointment — was it selfish if I wanted to feel my brother’s cock pulse in my hand, spilling onto my skin? “It’s my turn to…” I flashed a grin at him, feeling mischievous, impulsive. I gently pulled back enough to sit up before pulling him back against me and pressing a kiss against his shoulder. “Spoil you a little more. I’m going to take you to the best place.”
Adrian gave me a suspicious look. “Best place as in the best orgasm ever or as in I have to put clothes on?”
My grin got a little wider. “You could go without clothes, but it probably wouldn’t go well. I’d enjoy it, though.” Adrian shoved at me but shook his head. “You make me crazy.” The smile in his eyes and the way he curled into me again made it clear that he didn’t mind in the least. I felt his lips press against my neck. “Spoil me how? Like… Master would spoil me?”
He was clearly fishing for something, but I wasn’t sure what. Something about our relationship clearly but what? He must have realized I wasn’t quite following because he tucked his face in tighter against me and his voice got lower. “Owen, my brother, doesn’t really do stuff like that… Master does, but I’m not…”
I gently lifted his chin, meeting his eyes. “Master made sure you were okay last night, right down to bathing your ass.” I smirked. Couldn’t let him think I’d been replaced with a pod person, after all. “Owen, your brother, is gonna take care of you today.”
Adrian gave me a long look, then smiled slowly. “Does Owen, my brother, plan to tell me how he’s going to do that? Or am I supposed to guess?” “You’re supposed to sit here in suspense, then stand up and get dressed also in suspense, then get into the car in suspense, then be horribly disappointed at the end of the drive — which I will then make up to you. I’d say I’d keep you in suspense there, too, but you’ll figure it out at some point.” I smirked at him.
Adrian laughed. “That’s lots of suspense for one morning.” His smile dimmed a little, and he looked slightly hesitant. “I might need another kiss to get through it all. Especially since I’m getting out of bed and putting on clothes without anyone mentioning coffee.”