THRUST(43)

He begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm before speeding up, causing me to slam my head into the headboard. I throw my hands behind me and push off of the bed as he continues to take me, hard and deep.

Watching the way his body moves above mine has me hypnotized. “I’ve never seen a man move his body with such beauty,” I whisper.

He leans into my lips and whispers, “And I’ve never seen a woman as beautiful as you are, Calla. Always remember that.”

His lips crush mine and I dig into his back as he pushes in deep and stops. “You feel so good inside me.”

He pulls out and slams back into me again. “Better than anyone else does?” He sucks my nipple into his mouth before gripping it with his teeth. Pulling his mouth away, he looks back up at me. “Tell me.”

I nod my head, telling him the absolute truth. “No one else feels this good and it scares me.”

His eyes meet mine for a second as his jaw steels. I see him swallow and then before I know it, he’s picking me up off the bed and carrying me through the house.

We end up in the room that we did the photo shoot in, except the walls are now painted blue and there’s a white couch against the back wall, a desk and a couple tables. He walks over to the couch and sets me down on my knees, before bending me forward and shoving himself inside me from behind.

Gripping my hips, he thrusts fast and hard while rubbing his lips over my ear. The fast rhythm of his breath in my ear and the feel of him inside me has me gripping onto the couch as an orgasm washes through me, once again.

His hand reaches around, grabs the front of my throat, and pulls my neck back as he throbs inside of me, filling the condom. Once his body stills, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me gently and with passion; passion that I’ve never felt from him before.

A mixture of emotions cross his handsome face before he quickly shakes them off and lies back on the couch, pulling me with him.

We don’t say anything. We don’t have to. We’re content with this moment, and right now I just want to keep it this way before I go back down to my apartment and let my shame wash through me.

I’m a horrible person for not wanting to give him up after sleeping with his brother . . .





IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS since Calla showed up at my door upset and confused about Hunter being my brother. I have to admit that it’s been bothering me more than I expected and I’ve been finding it hard to not think about it.

When I first saw Calla at my bar a couple weeks ago, I was drawn to her beauty and her fun personality. I wanted nothing more than to see what this beautiful girl was about, knowing that I need to keep my heart in check. I thought it would be easy to be with her physically and not feel any sort of attachment, but after being with her one time and getting a taste, I knew it wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought.

Then Hunter came along talking about this high school crush he had on her and I saw it as the perfect opportunity to help keep my heart at a safe distance, except this isn’t how I expected to feel once he fucked her too. I expected it to make me not want her, but when she showed up at my door . . . I couldn’t have been more wrong. I wanted her just as much as before, and maybe even more. That’s fucked up. Now I’m starting to rethink this whole fucked up situation.

The sound of my office door opening causes me to look up from my desk. I let out a frustrated breath and grind my jaw when I see that it’s Hunter.

I haven’t seen much of him since he got back from vacation and seeing him now, knowing that he’s been inside of Calla, rubs me wrong.

He walks over and takes a seat on the edge of my desk as if everything is perfectly normal. “Do you ever stop working?”

I pick up the stack of paperwork I was working on and shove it in my desk drawer. “Well someone’s got to work around here.” I look up at him and lift an eyebrow. “It’s definitely not you.”

He shrugs while jumping to his feet. “I work, big brother, just not as much as you do.”

Looking at him right now is stirring some weird emotions inside of me. I’m usually irritated with him, so I’m used to it, but I feel irritated in the most extreme degree as I watch him standing there with his smug face.

“Why didn’t you tell her before you slept with her?”

He pulls out his phone and starts typing on it. “Does it matter? She’s fine with it.”

Feeling pissed off as hell with his response, I knock his phone out of his hand and lean over my desk, my muscles flexed. “Yes it fucking matters. Don’t you think she should’ve had the right to choose if she wanted to be sleeping with two brothers?” I look up at him, unable to contain my anger. He’s never really taken shit seriously, but it’s time for him to grow up. “You should have told her and you fucking know it. You have no idea what could be running through her head right now. The last thing she needs is to feel like shit because of us.”