Page 73 of Beni

Beni tried not to get irritated that his brother seemed pissed just from hearing August in the background, but that was impossible. “That again?”

“No, I’m just—”

“Listen, give me a call when you’re ready to grow the fuck up.”

“You know what, fuck you, Beni.”

That was all he got before his twin hung up the phone on him. He wished he could be surprised, and maybe he should have let Bene get out whatever feelings he had about whatever—because God knew he didn’t understand it—but it was too late now.

“So, that’s a no on everything being okay, I guess.”

Beni turned his stare on August again as he discarded the phone to the bedside table. It didn’t matter what he was currently feeling about his brother, or that eventually, he was going to have to deal with that little issue, and soon. How could it matter to him when he had a beautiful view of this amazing woman standing in the doorway wearing his T-shirt from the night before, showing off her sexy legs, and part of her thighs that he loved having wrapped around his head.

It was impossible.

And his erection was back.

Shocker.

“Don’t mind that,” he told her.

August sighed. “Kind of feels like I should, though. Like maybe he’s pissed because of me, you know?”

“Nah, Bene’s got some issues he needs to work through. And before he can do that, he likes to blame everyone else around him first. He never wants to look in the mirror.”

“Oh, is that how it goes?”

“Usually. Besides, you don’t owe him fuck all. You got me?”

“I don’t like that you’re fighting with him because of me, though,” she said, quickly adding when he gave her a look, “even if you say this is just him … being a prick before he looks at his own problems.”

“That’s enough of that. Come here.”

“For what?”

“Because I want to touch you—maybe fuck you again. Who knows, August? And you won’t know either, if you’re going to stay over there when I am here.”

“I ordered us food, and you want to drag me back to bed?”

His tongue peeked out to wet his upper lip, grinning suggestively. “Are you saying you don’t like what happens in this bed?”

Her cheeks pinked.

God, he loved that flush.

“You know I do.”

“Then, come here.”

She didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted. Quick and steady, she crawled into the bed at the foot, coming to him on all fours with the sexiest grin that he had ever seen. She tugged at the sheets that had pooled at his waist, letting his already hard cock free to the slightly cooler air of the bedroom. Not that it mattered how cold the bedroom was because she fixed that problem of his in a blink.

Her mouth found his cock, wet and fucking warm. She sucked him at first, eyes locked on his, so he could watch his cock fill her mouth while she moaned around his shaft. He had no problem keeping his hands to himself because damn … she knew exactly what she was doing, and how to suck his cock just fine. She didn’t need him giving her any direction.

Her tongue teased at the head of his dick, the tip playing at the slit before she licked him right down to the base. Over his balls, drawing a hiss out of his tightening chest, before she went right back up his shaft again.

“Holy fuck, your mouth is something else,” he breathed, the best he could do for words, really. Because that’s what she did—she made him speechless. Time and time again. In bed, and out of it. “Love the way you suck my dick.”

“Do you?”