Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox)

CHAPTER 029: Ignorant Bliss

My orgasm rips through me like a storm. I shatter around him, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream. My body trembles. Clenches, Milks him as 1 ride every last pulse of pleasure out of myself.

But he's not done.

He wraps one strong arm around my waist and flips me with almost no effort, laying me back on the chair and spreading my legs. My panties are shoved to the side, the toy still buzzing against me, the me between my thighs shameless and dripping.

Then he's inside me again.

All of him.

Deep and brutal.

The stretch is dizzying. He pins my legs up, bending me in half, and drives into me like he's trying to ruin my soul.

"Fuck, Sloane," he grits out. "You feel like heaven. So tight. So goddamn wet"

His hips piston into me, again and again, each thrust dragging a raw moan from my throat. I'm still sensitive from the orgasm, the vibrator still humming against my clit, and it's all too much. Too good. Too deep.

His hand moves to my throat, gripping.

I gasp, eyes wide, arousal doubling.

"You like that," he breathes. "I can feel you clenching. Come again for me, Kitten."

I do.

Harder this time.

My scream breaks against the rooftop air as my body convulses under his, walls clenching around him until he swears through his teeth and finally lets go- thrusting once, twice more before spilling into the condom with a groan that sounds like it ripped straight from hell.noveldrama

Then silence.

He turns the device off, and we stay like that for a long moment.

Breathless.

Sweaty.

Utterly destroyed.

He then pulls out, ties off the condom, and tosses it in the bin by the corner before collapsing onto the chair beside me, dragging me into his chest.

Neither of us says anything for a beat.

Then I lift my hand and slide it under the hem of his shirt, fingertips drifting over warm, hard abs, tracing slow, lazy circles on his stomach like I'm drawing a map. He catches my wrist.

"Your fingers are like little spiders," he murmurs.

• He brings them to his mouth and starts biting each fingertip, one after the other.

"I want to see you," I say, staring at the strip of skin I barely got to touch.

"Why?"

"That's a funny question. This is me naked on the rooftop of a public building. My assailant still manages to have his clothes on."

He taps my nose with a smirk. "Your assailant, huh?"

"Yes. You seduced and ravaged me. And now you're hiding your body from me. How am I supposed to describe you to the police when they come asking?"

"You moaned very loudly for someone being ravaged."

"Justice must be served, pleasure or not. And

Successfully unlocked! to take your shirt off."

He laughs-a low, deep rumble that makes my toes cur. My man was to his shirt again, and he catches the hand mid-lift, yanks me forward, and seals his lips over mine.

This time, the kiss is slower. He takes his time, tongue teasing mine in a steady rhythm. His hand stays on my jaw, holding me still like I might float away otherwise.

CHAPTER 029: Ignorant Bliss

I melt into him. Into the lazy roll of his lips, the warmth of his mouth, the way his chest rises beneath mine.

Then his phone rings.

He groans into my mouth, reluctant, and pulls away just enough to grab the phone from the pocket of his slouched pants.

"Of course," he mutters, glancing at the screen. "Cockblocker of the century."

He answers without letting me go.

"Yeah," he says, voice low and casual. "Just went for a smoke."

He meets my gaze, lips twitching.

“I'll be right down. Don't worry. I didn't bail on you."

He ends the call and sighs, shoving the phone back in his pants.

"Come on, Kitten. We've got to head back to the party."

No," I mutter, burying my face in his chest. "I'm not going back there."

"I have to go."

"Then take the shirt off and go. Let me have one win tonight."

He chuckles, kissing my forehead. "You had several wins. Orgasms, if I'm counting correctly. Just sit here and wait for me. I'll be back for you."

As he stands and adjusts himself, I watch him.

"You've been rather accepting of everything so far," I say. "Does this mean you've backed out of the bet? You're letting Hunter marry Delilah?"

He freezes.

"Those are the kind of questions that make me want to smoke."

"Does it help you get answers?"

"Most times. I do it when I want to make the most important decisions of my life.”

I pause. "And what decision brought you out here tonight?"

His jaw flexes. "Many. One of them is a conundrum. Do I tell my best friend a

secret that would end his wedding, maybe

cause us to drift apart, at the same time send a toxic woman back to my brother?

Or do I keep it buried forever and let them all live in ignorant bliss?"

I swallow.

"And? What did you decide, Knox?"