Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
But no… I had to go and blurt out that I’d fallen for her. That part of me had always wanted her.
“We can’t. We’ll be together as much as we can, but you need to stay with Maddie, and I need to stay with Dragon.”
She nods.
“But we do have to tell them. Tomorrow at breakfast. Eight o’clock in the dining room.”
She nods again and then she rises, grabs her jeans and sexy red thong off the floor, and begins to dress. “Can you at least walk me to my room?”
I’m a gentleman, and normally I would never hesitate at that request. But—
“What if Maddie sees me?”
“You just said we’re going to tell them tomorrow anyway.” She slides her red thong over her slim hips to cover that luscious pussy. Then she turns, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her firm and shapely ass.
God, that ass. Licking her asshole. So many things I’m ready to do to her. So many things she may not be ready for.
Already my cock is getting hard again.
I could fuck her again. A quickie.
But no. We’re both going to have to learn to keep our desires in check as the situation demands. We’ll tell Maddie and the others tomorrow at breakfast. Donny and Callie are still in London, so at least I don’t have to tell Donny Steel yet that I’m fucking his baby sister.
I let out a sarcastic chuckle. He’s been fucking my sister for months.
Brianna turns and then sits back on the bed, sliding her feet into her jeans. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
Callie made Donny and me kiss and make up a while ago. My heart wasn’t quite in it then, but I’m going to have to find it in myself now. Once they get married—and once Brock marries Rory—we will truly be family.
And damn…
If I can find a way to make this work with Brianna—a way where neither of us has to give up our dream—and if she truly does love me, if it’s not just a puppy-love girlhood crush, if we can find a way to get through all that…
I may be more of a Steel family member than I ever thought I’d be.
“Of course I’ll see you to your door. I’m sorry I got hesitant. I’m a gentleman, and I love you, Brianna. I will always see you to your door.” I rise from the bed then as well and slide my jeans over my hips without bothering with my underwear.
I watch her continue to dress, and when she’s finished, I ask, “You ready?”
Her jaw drops. “You don’t have anything on.”
I look down. My feet are bare, my chest is bare. “We’re only walking down the hallway,” I say.
“It’s fine with me if it’s fine with you.”
But she’s right. I haven’t opened my suitcase yet, and digging out my slippers would be a pain. So I throw my shirt back on—which has no buttons now—and then my socks and boots.
Brianna gathers her purse and then goes to the bathroom for a minute, presumably to check her appearance. She comes back looking more beautiful than ever. Gorgeously just fucked. And gorgeously just Brianna.
I walk her down the hallway to the room she shares with Maddie. It’s late now, after midnight, and we have breakfast at eight.
“Where did you tell Maddie you were going?” I ask.
“I told her Brock needed to talk to me about some family stuff.”
I frown. “Oh. I don’t like you lying.”
“I don’t like it either. I want to be a good friend to Maddie, Jesse.”
“I want that as well. That will be the last time you have to lie to my sister. We’ll get this all out in the open at breakfast.”
“Sounds good.” She pulls out her key card.
I grab her then, give her a kiss.
Though I’m expecting it to be only a short kiss, she opens for me, and I dive in.
God… Kissing her…
A kiss with the hottest woman in the world in my fantasies was never this good.
Stop, Jess. Stop… You need to go to bed, need your sleep…
But I can’t bring myself to break the kiss, and—
A screaming gasp pierces through the air.
And a breeze from the door opening.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Chapter Twenty
Brianna
Jesse and I break our kiss simultaneously.
Instinctively I pull away from him, and my hand goes to my mouth, touching my swollen lips.
Maddie stands in the doorway of our room, wearing her lounging pants and tank top that she sleeps in. Her hair is in a braid behind her in the back, and she’s wiping sleep out of her eyes.
Do I speak first?
Or should I let Jesse speak first?
We’re both silent for what seems like an eternity until—
“Mads…” we both say in unison.
It would be comical if Maddie didn’t look so horror-struck.
“I asked you point-blank.” She waves her finger in my face. “I asked if you had designs on my brother, and you said you didn’t.”