Page 66 of Her Ex-Husband's Brother

I decide it here and now, and I don’t care how many times it takes me deciding it over and over again.

And by God, in this moment, IwantAugust.

I adore the way his hands caress me with such need, but also not selfishly. It’s not like he’s just looking to get himself off.

I don’t even know how to even explain what I mean, but I can feel the difference between his brother and him in the intention of his touch.

Especially when he dips me onto his bed and growls, “You are so fucking gorgeous, Lennon,” eyes full of awe before he’s kissing me with that hunger again.

That hunger that lights up a corresponding desperation inside me. Like we’re creating this thing together, lighting each other up like a sparking line of firecrackers strung together. Each successivepopis more explosive than the last.

I’m the one who reaches for the hem of my shirt, but August helps me finish tearing it off over my head.

When I lift up off the bed, his hands go to my back to quickly undo the bra strap and release my small breasts.

He doesn’t immediately go for them, but kisses down my shoulder as he draws the strap down in a way that has me trembling.

“Your skin is so soft,” he breathes out.

“I love it when you kiss me like that,” I say, digging my fingernails into his scalp and arching my back. While I like that he didn’t immediately go for my breasts, now I’m dying for him to. He receives the message, but still takes his time kissing andsuckling down my chest before he finally,finallylicks with just the tip of his tongue at my hardened, beaded nipple.

I cry out and arch harder into his mouth.

“August,” I whine and look down where he grins up at me and then bites lightly with his teeth. It sends sensation like lightning straight to my pussy and my body does a hard quake against him.

His body is between my open legs and I dig one foot into the mattress and lift my hips up against where he’s rock hard through his jeans. Which amps up the throbbing in my center even higher.

He wants this just as much as I do.

His hand caresses down the right side of my body and then his hand is on my ass like he can’t stay away from it, palming and squeezing and lifting me up so that his hardness can grind against my center just where I need it.

I pant needily, lost in sensation and how competently he handles me, knowing exactly how to touch me.

And then he’s kissing down the valley of my breasts to my belly button and his hands are on my leggings, peeling them down along with my underwear.

I immediately lift my ass up—both freaking out a little because, oh my God, we’re doing this again, and because, hell yes, we’re doing this again!

I expect him to climb back up on top of me and undo his own pants and?—

But instead, he pulls my leggings down to my knees, flips my knees up to my chest so that I’m bound and my pussy is fully exposed to him.

And then he lowers his mouth to a place no one has ever put their mouth before.

“August,” I moan, not sure if I want to tell him to stop or not, half-breathless with wanting what he’s about to do because I’ve always been curious about what it might feel like.

He pauses, and when I don’t say anything else, I feel his tongue on me…there.

And it’s like nothing I could have ever expected.

Mainly because it feels so. Fucking. Good.

Like I’m immediately dying of pleasure it feels so good.

And I’m glad he bound my legs against my chest so he could have full access because I’m immediately squirming and gasping and crying out with higher and higher pitched moans because ohgod, why didn’t anybody ever tell me this could feel so good.

“August, oh my god, August, yes— Oh my god, yes, please?—”

And then I just break off into a series of squeals as his mouth latches on and starts suckling my clit and the spike of pleasure is so shocking and immediate?—