The Deal Dilemma Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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Gripping her hair, I hold it tight, my hips thrusting into her with force, nothing but heavy breathing and sweet, sloppy slaps filling the car.

She moans, long and deep, and then she shatters, clenching, pulsing, and squeezing around my cock.

“There we go, baby.”

“Don’t st-stop,” she stutters, her forearms folded on the dash, body slick with sweat but desperate for more.

My groan is deep, and I lift her ass up, staring in the mirror as I drive in and out of her, her body limp, but refusing to let me go. I pick up speed, and she whimpers, squirming, and with one final slam into her, she throws herself back, hitting my chest.

I clamp her nipples firmly between my fingers, sucking the slope of her neck even harder, enough to leave a mark. A big one and she cries into the car, her every muscle quaking with a second, longer, stronger release.

“I can’t… mmm.” Her hips keep rolling slowly. Painfully.

My brows snap together, my breaths short and ragged.

Minutes go by and she’s still riding me with barely there movements. She doesn’t stop until her limbs refuse to listen, and then she’s deadweight in my arms.

I free my dick, carefully maneuvering her, so she’s cradled in my lap, and I hold her there until her breathing settles. Her eyes begin to close, so I ease her into the seat as I slip from the car, grinning when she tugs me by the collar, desperate to keep me close.

“I’m just gonna get us home, baby.”

“I love you,” she whispers.

“Love you, too.”

“Take me home, tuck me in, and hold me until morning?”

“It’s cute you think you have to ask.”

An exhausted chuckle escapes her, and then her eyes close, so I quickly run around and slip into the driver’s seat.

And I take my baby home.

The room is still dark when a loud crash sounds in the hall, and I fly up in bed, Davis slowly stirring beside me. My pulse pounds as I quickly rush to the door, tearing it open, but I jerk to a stop at the sight of Memphis, picking up a chair he clearly knocked over.

He laughs lightly, lifting and scooting it back into place.

“My bad,” he whispers, headed back into his temporary room.

My blood heats, my teeth clenching as I stalk forward, but Davis’s voice wraps around me from behind.

“Everything okay?” she rasps.

Freezing, I swallow. “Go back to sleep, Sweets.”

I head for the kitchen, pull the trash out, and, sure enough, there’s a pile of unused paper towels on top. Shoving them aside, I find the empty bottle.

My frown doubles as I stare at it. Fucking seriously? He went hunting under the bathroom fucking sink?

“How could you?”

My head snaps up, eyes narrowing on Davis, who stands with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes pinched.

“What?”

“You…” She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “You brought that here. From the hospital. I told you, no alcohol here. How could you be so careless?”

“You had a cut that had to be cleaned.”

“Why didn’t you throw it out after?”

My head tugs back. “This is my fault? He drank rubbing alcohol to get smashed, and this is my fault?”

“You know I don’t keep it in the house, and this is why!” she whisper-shouts. “In case one day, he came home, and he came home, Crew. Sober. I can’t have alcohol anywhere near here, not while he’s trying to get better.”

I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut, unsure of what to say to the one person in the world I hate to disappoint over anyone else. She doesn’t realize what she’s saying, and that might be the hardest fucking part.

The bedroom door opens and Memphis steps into the hall, a small scowl on his face, but this time, it’s pointed at his sister.

Instinctively, I move to shelter her from his bullshit, but she quickly moves toward him.

“Memph—”

“I didn’t drink it,” he tells her, lifting his shirt to show a large bandage over his left side.

Davis gasps, shooting forward. “What happened?”

Memphis drops his shirt, taking a few backward steps, and she halts her advance.

“I went with you to several stores the other day, Davis.” He avoids her question. “Have been by myself all week while you were at work. I could have gone for a bottle, but it’s like I said, it’s under control.”

“Memphis, I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

I eye him, but he doesn’t even glance my way.

“It’s okay, I get it. You’re the one who found me on the bathroom floor last time I touched that shit in a desperate moment.”

Her tears fall, and she nods, watching as he backs into the room, closing the door behind him.

Her hand flies up to cover her mouth to muffle her cries, and she turns into my chest.

Limbs numb to her warmth, I wrap them around her, guiding us back to her room.


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