Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His thumb brushes across my lips, creating a shiver of nerves that run up the back of my neck and over my scalp. He’s so close that the scent of his skin makes me woozy. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into with this man and his brothers?
A whole pot of delicious danger.
“Yeah.” I tip my chin up defiantly and Kain chuckles.
“Better get up those stairs.” It’s a mild order, but I feel it between my legs like he just spread them and licked a long hot stripe.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, loving the way his eyes lower at my submission.
Kain follows me up the stairs that we’ve scrambled up as kids, his presence looming with intent behind me. At the top, we both pause, the sight of Travis’s door making this feel even more forbidden.
My brother would hate this.
He’d be furious with us both.
He’d be disgusted that his best friends have hatched this plan. Disgusted that they waited until he was out of the country to do the very thing he forbade.
But Travis isn’t here, and even though I love my brother more than life itself, I know he doesn’t have any right to control who I fuck. In case Kain is feeling the frost of cold feet, I reach back and take his hand in mine, leading him to my childhood bedroom.
The walls were once pink and lined with dolls and stuffed animals. I updated it to something more fitting for a college-aged woman two years ago and I’m thankful I did. It’s now nothing like it used to be when I’d force Kain to play Barbie and Ken with me.
I distract myself by setting up the timer while Kain closes the door and slides the lock in place. Even though we’re alone in the house, it makes sense to prepare for the worst.
When we turn to face each other, my mouth goes as dry as ash.
“Take off your top.”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. My arms, controlled by the strict tone of Kain’s instructions, lift the hem until it’s over my head and I’m left in my lacy bra and pajama shorts.
Kain inhales a deep breath that broadens his chest even further. “And the shorts.”
I take my time to slide them over my hips, holding his gaze, watching as his eyes darken to the color of the sky before a storm. Kain widens his stance, and his big, right hand slowly moves to cup his cock.
As soon as the fabric pools at my feet, he orders me to turn and the rumble he makes when he sees my ass is primal. “Come here, Gabriella.”
It’s in my nature to be defiant. To tell him no. If you want me, you come here. But having Kain Nowak at my beck and call wouldn’t be half as much fun as submitting to his will. Drawing my shoulders back, I take four steps, leaving a foot between us. In a flash, he closes that gap, his hand securing the back of my neck and his mouth punishing mine in a bruising kiss. The passion, the frenzy; it’s like a pot of longing that’s been filling for years has suddenly been tipped.
My hands claw at his shoulders, his arms, his back, wanting closeness. He lifts me by the ass, wrapping my legs around his hips, supporting me as though I weigh nothing. The huge bar of his cock lies along the seam of my pussy, driving me crazy. When he turns, pinning my body between him and the cool plaster, I gasp. His hips press onto mine and I whimper as my clit swells.
Freeing a hand, he palms my breast, finding it soft enough to make him groan, teasing the nipple until it’s a ravaged point.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he mouths against my neck. “How long I’ve imagined the taste of you on my tongue.”
“Me too,” I gasp.
His hand grasps my jaw, holding my face tightly and staring intently. “You want to taste me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Kain lowers me so my feet hit the cool floor, then his hand is on my shoulder, urging me to my knees. He shoves at the waist of his joggers and pulls out his cock, gripping it with a ferocity that looks painful, moaning as he uses the tip to trace my lips. “Open up, Gabriella. Show me that sweet tongue.”
I loosen my jaw, staring up into his ever-darkening eyes as he slides his perfect cock into my mouth, his fingers still gripping the root. He didn’t lie. It really is big.
His thighs tremble with restraint as I wrap my lips around his girth and hollow my cheeks, the salt-sweetness of his pre-come making me light-headed.
“Good girl,” he whispers, easing forward, pressing into the back of my throat with just enough control that I don’t gag. As his hips ease back, I rest my hand against the rounded perfection of his football-trained honed butt and moan around his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, as I take him deeper. “Fuck.”