Get Off on the Pain(46)

His warm tongue controls mine, and his cock moves deep inside of me, owning me. I come undone, again, right as I feel him throbbing inside of me.

We both moan out, his hands gripping my face tightly as he releases himself inside the condom, never pulling out of me. I contract my muscles, my pussy squeezing as much out of him as it can. I’m panting in his arms and he’s still holding me. It’s as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“See what I mean when I say I can’t be gentle?” He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know. If you did, you’d stay as far away from me as you could.”

Gripping his hair, I lower my face so that our foreheads are touching. “I’m not that easy to chase away; especially when it comes to something that I want.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite it just as he bit mine. I like it. “And I want you.”

He pushes off the mirror and walks until we’re standing in front of his bed. He lowers me onto it slowly, before crawling on top of me and spreading my legs out with his, so that he’s lying between my legs. “Stay.”

He runs his hand up my arm, his nostrils flared, and his body tense. “I can’t promise I’ll make it through the night without wanting you to leave, but right now I want you here. You can stay or go.”

I don’t even have to think about it. This man is full of passion. He may try his hardest to push people away, but even that he does with passion. I don’t know what will come of tomorrow, but for tonight . . . I want to be right here, in his bed, and next to him.

I stroke his hair and push his head down so it’s lying on my breasts. “I already told you I’m not so easy to get rid of.”

We lay here in silence for a short while before I notice that he’s fallen asleep. He looks tormented, even in his sleep, and it hurts my heart, making me want to change it. Everyone needs someone. I want to be his . . .





ROLLING OVER I WAKE UP to an empty bed. I jump a little at first when I realize where I’m at still. I slept so hard that my mind feels dazed and confused. I have no idea what time it is, but I know it has to be early. I feel as if I’ve only slept for a few hours and my body suddenly feels extremely sore. It reminds me that Memphis was just inside of me, taking me as his. The reminder gets my heart racing.

Sitting up, I look around but don’t see Memphis anywhere. I can tell from here that he’s not in the bathroom, because the door is wide open and it’s pitch black inside. He must’ve gone upstairs or left. A part of me feels bad. He made it clear that he has a hard time sleeping with someone, yet he got out of bed instead of sending me away.

I spot one of Memphis’ shirts laying on the chair close by, so I reach for it and quickly slip it on, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I close my eyes and inhale when his scent starts to saturate the air that surrounds me. No words can explain how sexy this man smells. It drives me insane.

Pulling my messy hair to the side and out of my face, I quickly make my way up the stairs, but try to be quiet so that I don’t accidently wake Alex. I’ve already disturbed one brother’s sleep, obviously. I didn’t see Alex last night when I came in, so he must’ve already been in his room. I know he was here, because his truck was parked outside.

Quietly, I walk down the hall past Alex’s room—which is open—and through the living room into the kitchen. I don’t see either one of them, so I peek my head into the garage to find that they’re not in there either. It’s when I close the garage door that I hear what sounds like Memphis’ guitar coming from the back of the house.

I follow the sound toward the back porch. I stop and freeze when I see Alex leaning against the screen door, listening to Memphis play his guitar.

Alex turns to me, his face all bruised and swollen, taking me by surprise. He looks me over as if he can’t believe I’m actually here. He looks completely confused, but shit so am I. What the hell happened to him? He looks like hell. I get ready to freak out and say something, but he places his finger to his lips and shushes me. “Come here,” he says softly.

Swallowing back my shock, I walk over to stand next to him. I see a small smile cross his face as he looks out into the darkness and listens to the peaceful sound of Memphis’ guitar. There’s something about his playing that makes you feel strangely at peace.

I look through the screen door and into the darkness, but all I can make out is Memphis’ shadow. He looks so relaxed and undisturbed. The tune that he’s playing is a hauntingly beautiful sound. It’s something I’ve never heard before and it makes me wonder if he wrote it himself.