S. Massery

“I’m not like Greyson or Steele. I’m not going to go behind your back and scare away the guys who think they have a right to touch you. And this is even more poetic because this fucker should’ve never laid a hand on you. But especially somewhere private. Somewhere that belongs to me.”

But suddenly he’s got one hand around my throat and the other sliding through the short hair at the nape of my neck. He drags me against him, tipping my head back until we’re nose-to-nose.

I swallow, and I know he feels it. Because his fingers flex against my throat, his palm absorbing the motion. Damn if it doesn’t do something to me. I inhale slightly, my nostrils flaring. Being this close to him in general is a little rush. I have the insane urge to run my fingers through his hair, to push it off his forehead. Like he does before he puts on his helmet for games, throwing his head back to get it out of his face.

I shouldn’t know he does that.

I shouldn’t like the way he’s pulling me in.

She points to me, and I can’t help but silently rejoice. My brother can fuck himself right to Hell, she’s here for me.

He moves behind me, and suddenly his teeth are on my ass cheek. He grips my hips hard, keeping me from escaping. “

I push my ass back, swaying slightly when I brush his groin. And yep, there’s the reaction I’m craving. I guess it’s not enough to have a football player buy me drinks. After all, he didn’t want to leave with me.

He maneuvers me onto a suddenly free stool and steps up behind me, his arm never leaving me. We’re banded together like this.

My fingers find her hot cunt. I spread her for myself and notch my dick at her entrance. My heart is hammering, but there’s nothing we can do about that. I want this more than she does.

I run my hands over her body, cupping her perfect breasts, and bury my face in her back when I come.

I relish the thought of fucking her when I’m asleep, too. Like our bodies just can’t help but move together on a subconscious level. It should be subconscious. As easy as breathing.

Like love.