Take (Need #2)(39)

That K on his chest seems glaringly bright, making it almost impossible to pull my attention away.

But I do, somehow looking away and letting go of his shirt. For the same reason that Brayden rushes to cover his chest—because he’s my f*cking stepbrother, and no one can really know what’s going on between us.

Especially a jealous skank like Jennifer, who will run to tell everyone in town.

“What do you want, Jenn?” he asks her.

Her eyes light up as if he’s straight up told her he wants to drag her into the nearest bedroom and have sex with her. Giggling, she twirls her hair and bites the corner of her lip, eyes eating him up just as mine had earlier. “There was something I wanted to show you.”

Translation: she’s ready to bare her crotch and let him have at it.

I should be immune to this by now. It shouldn’t matter.

It does, and I want to f*cking tear her eyes out.

I can’t.

So I clench my fists and stand here, seething, hating myself because I still care.

“I’m busy talking to Kira.”

Jennifer blinks as if surprised and finally realizing I’m here.

Bullshit. She knew. But like everyone else, she suspects something and therefore has no qualms about blatantly laying a claim on Brayden. She knows she can and I can’t, and she’s rubbing it in my face.

“Oh . . . well, as soon as you’re done talking to your sister, can you please come find me so I can show you?” The almost innocent way she stares at him, eyes wide, makes me sick to my stomach. But not as sick as what Brayden says next.

“Sure.”

What?

Jennifer giggles and gives him this flirty little smile. Her eyes cut in my direction, and I don’t miss the way they flash with malice. Nor the way she seems to be silently gloating.

Like I give a f*ck. Oh, no. She can gloat all she wants. That’s not what I’m focused on right now.

My initial is f*cking tattooed onto his skin, and he just agreed to go find her after he “finishes” with me?

Jennifer turns at the end of the hall, heading down the stairs.

“Kira—”

I snap.

Later on, I’ll probably look back on this moment and hate myself for the way I lose all control, but nothing matters right now except the obvious.

This man has spent months of his life trying to convince me I’m his. He’s marked his body with symbols of me. Which tells me he knows the truth.

I’m not his.

He’s mine.

And he just f*cking agreed to meet up with his favorite sex toy in front of me.

My hands wrap around his shirt.

Shock flares in his eye.

I pull him right into me, fist his hair with one hand, and slam my lips against his. If people are looking, I don’t care. All that matters is the way his hands grab my waist, groaning as the shock wears off and he starts bending me back with force, grinding his huge, swollen cock into me.

I whimper into his mouth and start pushing him backward, the knowledge of what I’m about to do burning through my veins. Brayden stumbles, a hand leaving me and grabbing onto a door frame to catch himself.

It’s open, empty, and I shove him in, slamming the door behind me.

I’m panting, dripping, as I stare at his lusted out face. He opens his mouth to say something—I push him back again, right onto the bed and the dark pink comforter covering it.

Actually, it’s too pink. And some of the pillows behind Brayden’s head have hearts on them.

His head tilts back on the pillows, his eye locking with the large frame on the wall, right above the headboard.

It’s a picture of Jennifer.

This is her room.

Growling under my breath, I climb onto the bed next to him.

Brayden’s head snaps back to me, his eye huge. I wrench his shirt up to his chest, exposing that gorgeous valley of abs and the waistband of his low-riding jeans. I see the lines of what looks like a really intricate tattoo curving around his side, but I’m too far gone to try and see what it is. Furious, my heart beats like a wild drum in my ears, I pop open the button on his jeans.

He gasps, his hips rising off the bed as his hands ball up into fists.

Using the same force, I tug his zipper open. His cock’s right there, hard, exposed.

He’s commando, and all I have to do is reach in to grab it.

“Oh God. Oh God,” Brayden chants low, watching me in disbelief.

I wrap my hand around his length and pull him out, mouthwatering when a single drop of precome clings to his tip for a second before slowly falling.

His hips pop off the bed, thrusting that hard cock into my hand.

“Fuck, Kira.”

Desperation falls from his mouth in the form of my name, causing a ripple of fire to move through me, making my * clench.

My name.

No one else’s, because he only needs me.

And I need him.

Inside me.

Brayden.

My Brayden.

I flip my leg over his hips, straddling him and pulling my panties to the side. My * is drenched, the flesh swollen in preparation of having that beautiful dick inside me.

“Shit.” He reaches up, right as realization dawns in his eye, and yanks the eyepatch off, leaving his hair an even bigger mess than I’d left it.

I hold his cock steady, looking right into his eyes, and bring it right to my opening.