Page 39 of Wrong For Me


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He chuckles, a raspy, sexy sound that makes me shiver.

Then, in two-point-five seconds, I’m flipped and flat on my back with Alec above me.

He stares at me, a small smile playing at his lips, so small that it’s almost nonexistent. But it’s there. “I’ve waited a long time for this view.”

Unable to speak, I keep my eyes on his as I reach for the hem of my shirt, shimmying against the mattress so that I can pull it over my head.

His head dips, green eyes blazing, and he kisses me between my breasts, his rough hands gripping them as he gently massages them.

My tongue traces my lips, my hands sliding down his torso, pushing his boxers down when I reach the waistband. His dick bounces as I do, poking my abdomen, making my muscles tighten.

“I want you,” I whisper, pushing against his chest, so he lifts enough for his hard-on to align with my opening.

He groans, biting my skin, murmuring against me, “Waited a long time to hear that, too.”

Finally, his head lifts, and he stares.

I know what he’s doing. He’s wondering what all this means, wondering if I’m in this or if thoughts of another are floating through me.

Truth is, I am, and there aren’t.

I want this, want Alec inside me, and had he not been looking at me with unspoken questions in his eyes, the only thing I’d be thinking was why he was taking so long.

Giving him no more time to consider, I lay my feet flat against the comforter, pushing my pussy onto his dick.

A whimper leaves me the second my body sucks him in—not because it hurts, but because it’s overwhelming. Intense.

Nowhere near enough.

His hand quickly comes down to squeeze my ass, tilting it up on a slant for him to slide all the way in. We both groan, deep and full, when our flesh meets in the center, his dick now buried in me. I pull my knees back, and he sinks impossibly deeper. And I’m gone.

With the scent of his sweat mixed with mine, the weight of his body against me, his frantic movements and continuous growls, I come long and hard and loud.

Spurred on by my uncensored moaning, Alec’s body stiffens, his hips picking up speed.

I stare at his body as he moves, watch his muscles grow ridiculously tight, and feel as he pulls almost all the way out just to slam all the way in.

He comes on a growled exhale, grinding down on me as he rides it out.

Without a word, he rolls off, shocking me when he grabs the sheet we kicked to the edge of the bed and covers our naked bodies. He roughly drags me to him. Hitching my left leg up and over his body, he slides his hand along my thigh until his open palm lays sprawled over my ass cheek.

And then he sighs, content.

Alec Daniels—fearless firefighter, the number one–ranked Blaze that Blackline Academy has ever seen, instructor of the new recruits—is fulfilled while holding on to me. This intense, intimidating man is satisfied, having just fucked me.

An unfamiliar thrill runs through me. I just can’t figure out if I’m excited or terrified.

Because, if one Daniels brother had the power to wound me, the other must have the power to break me.Chapter SixteenOakleyThe backs of my hands slide down the pillow, coming down to lie flat against the cool sheet, my back bowing slightly.

Warm, textured hands glide up my stomach, and my lids peel open, connecting instantly with the most mesmerizing shade of hunter green.

Alec continues his ascent, gently nudging my knees to the sides so that he can fit between them.

Eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushes inside me, and I stare, transfixed, as his eyes flutter closed, deep ridges taking over his forehead. He’s completely lost to the feeling.

I lazily lift my hands, running my fingertips up his back until I can grab his shoulders from behind and hold him close.

My breathing speeds up, mind shutting down, and then it’s just him and me and the heat between our bodies, the swelling of his cock inside me.

“Ruined,” he rasps sleepily, and I couldn’t agree more.

This … this is what I’ve waited for, yearned for.

To lose myself in a man—this man—without a second thought, with zero effort, just from the feeling of his skin on mine. The heat of his body against me. His need for me.

Alec slides his hand from my ankle to my thigh and then up to my breast.

My back arches, causing my nipple to slide across his lips.

I look to him, watching as he lightly scrapes his teeth against my sensitive skin.

My hands glide across his back, dipping into every curve of his muscles as they indent with his amorous movements. My palms float across his ass, feeling as it flexes with each slow, strong, telling thrust. With unhurried motions, he grinds against me.

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