Take (Need #2)(42)

There’s so much of it on the bed—thick, white—that it’s impossible to mistake what it is.

The hand around my knee tightens. Dark eyes meet mine. “Damn, baby. That just makes me want to pump you full of it all over again.”

I go weak all over.

My eyes fall to his lap. His dick is still exposed, sticking out of his open jeans. Even semi-soft, it’s long enough to lie on his thigh. I watch it bounce twice, then start to harden.

A hungry moan leaves me.

He slides his hand beneath my tutu, cupping my *. Staring at me, he braces one fist on the bed and leans into me, lips parting.

I ache to kiss them. Own them. Never let them go.

Fucked.

I’m so freaking f*cked.

“Come here, baby. I have more to give you.”

I start leaning back against the headboard, spreading my legs to give him more access—

“What the f*ck do you mean you heard someone screaming in my room?”

Brayden and I freeze.

It’s her. Jennifer.

And I want her to find us like this. Want her to see that Brayden just pounded me into her bed. Want her to know that I was the one who milked him dry.

Brayden wants it too. I see it in his eyes.

It can’t happen. We can’t get caught.

He’s my stepbrother, and that hoebag will have no problem letting the whole world know we’re f*cking if she finds out.

Brayden jumps off the bed. Before I can process what’s happening, he has me up in his arms. Three large strides and we’re in front of the door to her closet.

“No. Not in there. She might catch us,” I whisper frantically.

“No choice. Nowhere else to go,” he whispers back and opens the door. He steps inside, puts me down, and manages to close the door just as I hear the door to the bedroom open.

“See? The bed’s a mess.”

I can’t make out who’s talking. It’s dark in this closet, barely lit by the sliver of light leaking in through the bottom of the door.

Brayden pulls me to him, hugging me. We’re chest to chest, my bare tits squeezed into his bare chest. I choke back a gasp, tensing.

“What the f*ck? What’s that on my bed?”

That screech makes me cringe.

Until I realize what Jennifer’s talking about. I hold my breath, waiting for it . . .

“Oh my f*cking God, is that—Someone came all over my bed!”

A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I have to press my face to the crook of Brayden’s neck to smother it. I don’t know why I think this is so funny, pretty sure this makes me a very sick person.

“Who the hell was up here?” Jennifer’s scream is loud enough to crack glass, I swear to God.

I hear her friend mumbling, trying to calm her down.

Brayden cups the back of my head, holding me to him, and I feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter.

“I am not going to calm down. I want to know who the hell was up here so I can kick them the f*ck out of my house!” Jennifer yells. “Go out there and start asking around. Get the other girls to help you. Or else I’ll kick all of you out, too.”

Jesus, what a bitch. I don’t understand how she has a large group of girls ready to jump at her beck and call.

Brayden shifts, sliding his hand between us and wrapping it around one of my breasts, his thumb swiping underneath, moving between the pulled down cup of my bra and my skin. As I try to pull away, he slowly tugs on my nipple.

Shaking, I bite down on his neck, trying to hold back my moan.

“Come back to my place with me, baby. I’m not ready to let you go.”

I shake my head.

He tugs on my nipple again, soft, slow, and rolls his hips into me, making me feel his fully hard dick. His lips graze my ear. “I need you again. All f*cking night.”

My skin breaks out in goose bumps. I want nothing more than to have him to myself all night. “I can’t,” I whisper into his ear. I really can’t. We had sex, yes, but it’s not meant to be a repeat.

It’s all my body and soul want: multiple repeats.

Brayden sucks on my earlobe, just as slow as he’s playing with my nipple. “Please, baby. My cock’s aching for you again.”

My * is aching for him, too.

Willpower disintegrates.

The hunger rises.

My common sense is seconds from checking out completely.

I don’t hear anyone in the room outside, didn’t even register the fact that Jennifer and her friend had left. This is my chance. I can force Brayden to let me go, get the f*ck out of this house and party.

But there’s no escaping this—him.

His thumb presses into the bottom of my chin, lifting my head up to him.

I don’t resist him.

Our lips meet, perfect f*cking friction, and the moment I feel his tongue sliding along mine, I know I’m done for.

This is happening again. And again.

I’m going to use him, f*ck him until I can’t take anymore. Gorge on him until the thought of touching him becomes unbearable to me. “Fine. Take me home with you.”

His chest rises and falls with a deep breath. One more kiss, and he opens the door slowly, making sure to peek out and see if anyone is in the room. The lights are still on, but it’s empty. Jennifer must have stormed out of here in her search and forgot to turn them off.