Get Off on the Pain(53)

“It’s okay, Memphis. I can handle it.”

I swallow hard, trying to stay in control. Whenever I’m with her I just want to let her feel my pain. I want to let it all loose, but I’m afraid of hurting her like I do everyone else. She’s one person I don’t want to disappoint.

Slamming her against the shower wall, I pin her arms above her head and thrust my hips forward, pressing my hard cock against her body. She moans out as her eyes find mine. She wants more. She always does.

Releasing her hands, I find her panties, tugging on them before ripping them down her legs, waiting as she steps out and kicks them aside. Her hands find my wet hair and tug as I work on removing my boxer briefs.

I slide one hand down her thigh and grip it as I lift up and slide into her. We both moan out as I fill her, stretching her as I push in as deep as I can. She’s so fucking tight that I can’t help but to throb inside her, wanting to release myself.

I hold her hands above her head again as I pound into her repeatedly, lifting her body up with my thrust each time.

The faster I take her, the louder she screams my name, only giving me the fuel to take her longer and deeper.

As soon as my hands release hers, she finds my back and digs her nails in as hard as she can, running them down my back and down to grip my ass. “I love having you inside me, Memphis. Take it out on me. I want to feel you.”

I pause for a second from her words, before I thrust in deep and hard, but then stop. “I want you to fucking feel me, to trust me . . . and to never forget.”

Reaching out, I grip onto her hair and pull it to the side before thrusting again, harder this time, and over and over again until I feel her clenching around my dick, causing me to pull out, allowing my cum to wash down the drain.

We both stand here silently, breathing heavily before I turn the water off and grab for a towel, wrapping it around her. She needs sleep. We both do, even though I know I won’t be sleeping for shit. Especially now.

“Let’s get some sleep.”

I kiss her while walking her backwards until she’s back in my bed and I’m holding her again. Tomorrow night . . . none of this may even matter. Not to her at least.





I WAKE UP TO THE sweet smell of pancakes, instantly making my stomach growl. Taking a slow, deep breath, I inhale and sit up, yawning before opening my eyes to see Alex sitting in the chair next to the bed with a grin.

I quickly look down in a panic to make sure that I’m covered up, but am relieved to find that I’m now dressed in Memphis’ black button down shirt that he looked so sexy in the other day; that slick, talented son of a bitch. I love his soft side.

I clear my throat. “Morning,” I whisper. “What is it with you Carter boys and not letting me sleep? Haven’t you ever heard women need beauty rest?”

“Morning sleepy head . . . oh, and you’re welcome.” Alex holds up his plate of pancakes as he shoves a forkful into his mouth. He moans and points down to his plate. “These are fanfuckingtastic. You better make a plate before I eat them all.” He stands up and nods his head for me to follow. “I bet Memphis forgot to mention that he’s a great cook and that he used to cook dinner for us every night after mom got sick. The big guy’s softer than he looks.”

I maneuver my way out of bed and walk up beside Alex while shaking my head back and forth. I don’t understand why he tries to hide so much of himself. “Of course he left that detail out. He doesn’t tell me shit, Alex. Has he always been this way?”

He wraps his free arm around my shoulder as we walk up the steps, side by side. “Nah, not always, only when he had no other choice. Let’s go. He’s going to kill me once he finds out I came down here.”

Once we get upstairs, Alex quickly lets go of my shoulder and dodges inside his bedroom door right as Memphis steps into the hallway.

Memphis gives me a questioning look, but I just shrug my shoulders, playing it off. “Morning,” I say softly.

“Morning,” he whispers with a small smile. Raising an eyebrow, he smirks as Alex steps back out into the hallway, pretending that he didn’t just throw himself into his room a second ago.

“Oh hey, big bro. What’s up?” He points at his almost empty plate, talking with a mouthful. “Fucking bomb ass pancakes these are.”

“Nothing much, little bro.” He waves him over with a teasing smile. “You like those pancakes, huh? Come here for a minute.”

Alex gives me a pleading look and whispers, “Stay close by.” He then walks over to Memphis, treading lightly. “What’s up?”

Memphis wraps his arm around Alex’s neck and squeezes. “What did I tell you about going in my room, jerk?”