Chapter 17 #2
She whimpers but obeys, moving the vibrator in slow circles that make her thighs shake. I can see her getting close already, can see her breathing go ragged. Her muscles tense as she chases her release, and when she’s right on the brink, I clear my throat.
“Stop.”
Her eyes fly open, and she pulls the vibrator back and stares at me with fury. “Are you kidding me?”
“Do I look like a comedian?” I lean forward in the chair, elbows on my knees.
“This isn’t fair.”
“Life isn’t fair,” I tell her, exhaling. “Now start again. This time, I want you to tell me a secret. Something dirty. Something you’ve never told anyone.”
She presses the vibrator to her clit again, moving it in slow circles. I commit every detail to memory. I notice every thrust of her hips, flutter of her eyelashes, and every held-back moan. She’s gorgeous like this, spread open and completely at my mercy.
“Please,” she begs. Her hips are rolling, chasing friction she’s not allowed to have.
“Secret first.”
Her body shakes with anticipation, and I see shame flicker across her face.
“There was one time I faked an orgasm and finished myself off, thinking about you.”
“With?” I ask.
“Your brother,” she confesses.
For years, I convinced myself she was happy with him, that I was the problem, wanting something forbidden.
Meanwhile, she lay beneath my brother, imagining me.
I don’t know if I want to laugh or put my fist through a wall because of how much time we’ve wasted.
It’s vindication that I’m not imagining the way she’s always looked at me.
“How does it feel, knowing you picked the wrong brother?” I stand from the chair and cross to the bed. I grab her by the ankles and slide her to the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees to devour her.
“Truthfully?” she gasps, rocking into my face as her fingers thread through my hair. “It feels pretty fucking good.”
She’s soaked, absolutely dripping for me.
I groan against her skin, dragging my tongue through her folds, and feel her entire body jerk beneath me.
Her thighs clamp around my head as she stifles her cries.
After all that edging, she’s so sensitive that every touch makes her shake.
But it doesn’t stop me from taking my time exploring her, learning what makes her dig her heels into my back.
“Oh God,” she breathes out, her fingers gripping my hair tight. “Patterson, I’m too close.”
“Wait a little longer.” I pull back allowing my breath to brush against her clit. “Please, for me.”
“If you keep breathing on me, I’m going to come,” she whimpers as her thighs shake.
“I’m tempted to test that.”
Her entire body is tense, and I pull away, watching her throb once. I kiss the inside of her thighs, barely brushing across her clit. Then I slowly seal my lips around her swollen bud and slide two fingers inside.
I curl and flick my tongue against her. Moments later, her back is arching off the bed.
I continue to work her with my tongue and fingers, pushing her higher and higher until I can feel her walls flutter.
I pull my mouth away and replace it with my thumb, rubbing slow circles while I look up at her wrecked face.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes.” The word comes out broken.
“Enjoy the ride.”
I drop my mouth back to her pussy and give her everything, tongue and fingers working together while she writhes beneath me. Her moans grow, and I can taste her shattering.
She screams without bothering to muffle it as she convulses around my fingers. Tears stream down her face as she gasps for air. “So damn good.”
I’m on her before she’s even finished coming, my mouth crashing against hers. Clothes disappear between kisses, and by the time she wraps her legs around me, I’m naked and hard, and I can’t pretend I have any self-control left. She’s stripped it away.
“I need you to be inside me right now,” she whispers.
I slide into her, and we both groan at the contact, at the relief of being close after last night. I fuck her how she likes—in long, deep strokes. She takes everything I give her while somehow begging for more. She’s gentle but sometimes rough, like she’s cursing and praising me in the same breath.
I drive deeper until she’s losing herself again, and then she rolls me onto my back.
I place my fingers behind my head and watch her mount me.
“Careful,” I tell her. “Don’t want you split in two.”
“It’s what I want.” She dips down, kissing me, as she takes me from the head to the base.
I run my fingers through her hair as our tongues slide together. It grows too intimate as she slows her pace and presses her forehead to mine.
“Are you going to come for me?” she asks, increasing her pace.
“Yes,” I whisper as our bodies slap together.
And as she’s coming again, I lose it, giving her every drop of me.
She collapses against my chest, and we stay in a sweaty, panting heap. My arms hold her tight against me as we come down from our high.
Our eyes meet, and she moves closer to my lips. My eyes close, but she doesn’t kiss me, just hovers above.
“We have to stop with the couple things,” she says, her pussy still randomly throbbing around me.
I open my eyes and glare at her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say.
But we both know that’s a lie. We’ve both said and done things that are beyond hate fucking.
Seconds later, she moves off me and goes to the bathroom.
“You need to go.” She returns, wearing the W bathrobe.
I notice an expression I haven’t seen in a very long time. “You’re afraid.”
“I can’t fall in love with you, Pattycakes.”
“Hmm. Too bad you don’t get a choice.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Her voice cracks.
For a second, I think she might admit something.
“You don’t get to choose who you fall in love with,” I tell her. “That’s not how it works. It just happens, and there’s absolutely nothing you can fucking do about it but go along for the ride.”
I stare at her for a long moment, wishing she understood.
“Maybe that’s your problem though,” I tell her. “Message received.”
“Patterson—”
“No, you’re right.” I pull on my jeans without looking at her. “I almost forgot how much I really fucking hate you. Thanks for the reminder.”
My chest hurts, and it’s not from the hits I took on the ice tonight.
Kendall and I are in so much trouble, and neither of us realizes the magnitude of this yet. Eventually, we will—when it’s too late.