Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga #10)(22)

I reveled in her climax, sucking more honey out of her, and when her contractions began to subside, I pushed two fingers inside her.

“That’s right, baby. Come. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel nothing but good.”

I thrust some more, and she undulated her hips, grinding against my mouth.

“You like that? You like my fingers inside your hot pussy?”

I clamped my lips around her clit, and she flew into another orgasm and then another. When she finally came down from that one, she grabbed two fistfuls of the blanket covering her bed.

“You. Need you. Inside me.”

I hadn’t yet paid any attention to her beautiful breasts. I wanted to explore every inch of her body with my lips and my fingers, but I couldn’t deny her plea. I ripped open the condom package and rolled it onto my hard dick. Then I rose above her, my knees on the bed.

And I thrust inside that sweet pussy.

Fuck.

Home.

Home sweet home.

Even with the rubber barrier between us, I knew this was home.

Home inside this stranger.

Except she wasn’t a stranger.

Stop.

I forced the thought from my head.

Stranger.

Stranger.

Stranger.

Not the sister of your best friend. Not the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Not the woman who can ease your aching emptiness.

Simply a beautiful, giving stranger.

No names. No information.

Just two strangers passing in the night.

I was inside a beautiful stranger, sating a need and a desire.

Nothing more.

I pulled out and then plunged back into the beautiful warmth of this stranger, this stranger who was giving of herself. Her warmth clamped around me, milking me, making me want her all the more.

This stranger.

How I wanted her.

This stranger…

Until—

“Oh, God! Bryce!”





Chapter Fifteen





Marjorie





“Damn!” he grunted. “Can’t. Can’t stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” I kissed his salty neck covered in perspiration. “Feels too good. Don’t stop.”

He was so big, so demanding, stretching me, and the burning stretch had never been so amazing.

“Supposed. To be”—he panted—“strangers.”

Strangers. Right. Couldn’t think about that right now as he was thrusting back inside me, nudging my already sensitive clit.

Fuck strangers. This was Bryce Simpson, the man I wanted more than anything. I would not apologize for using his given name. He had demons. Who didn’t? Who knew more about demons than the Steels? All of us, including my new sisters-in-law, especially Ruby.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Please don’t stop”—pause—“Bryce.”

A sound escaped his throat. Not a moan or a groan or a sigh. No. This was more like a growl. A growl from an animal. An angry animal.

He increased his pace, fucking me hard and fast, and as he nudged that secret part of me, I flew into another orgasm, my whole body throbbing and tingling, stars bursting from my core and imploding back to my pussy.

I resisted the urge to yell. The boys’ room wasn’t adjacent to mine, but I still had to be careful.

“Why?” he grunted. “Why?”

“Why what?” I said between gasps.

“Why”—thrust—“can’t”—thrust—“we”—thrust—“be”—thrust—“strange— Fuck!”

He pushed into me so deep, I was sure he touched my heart. So sensitive were my walls that I felt every single pulse of his cock as he released.

Every. Single. Pulse.

We lay, our bodies joined, for several moments, until he finally rolled away, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Damn,” he said.

Was that a good damn or a bad damn? I had a hunch it was both.

I leaned over, propping myself up on my arm. His face was covered in perspiration, his blue eyes covered by his arm. I gently moved his arm back to his side.

“Look at me, Bryce.”

His eyes remained closed.

“Damn it. Look at me.”

He slowly opened his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

He simply shook his head.

“Hey.” I kissed his salty forehead. “Let it go. Just for tonight. Let it fucking go.” I nudged his other arm and snuggled into his shoulder. “Let it go.”





The alarm on my phone blared at seven a.m.

I was already awake. My sleep wasn’t great these days, although in Bryce’s arms, I’d slept better than I had in months.

He shot up at the sound, his eyes wide and disoriented.

“Just the alarm.” I rose from the bed. “I need to get the boys up for school. Stay here as long as you want.”

“What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I have a meeting at nine.”

“Where?”

“Here. With your brothers.”

“Talon’s still at the hospital with Jade. I’m sure they’re going to reschedule your meeting.” The mention of Jade made my pulse quicken. I hurriedly checked my phone. No texts or missed calls.