Page 36 of Secret Dynasty

“Look how much she wants it,” Spencer interrupted. “She’s a born cocksucker.”

A shadow clouded Holden’s eyes, and I sensed a storm forming. I released him instinctively and moved to my hands and knees, hoping I could distract them both.

“How does this work?” I simpered, throwing a come hither look over my shoulder. I was on all fours, but it was empowering to see them standing there, wanting me.

“I think you need to come a few more times,” Spencer said.

“I don’t think I can wait another minute,” I murmured. That part was true. I felt trapped in my own skin as if the real me was trying to claw free.

“Do you have a preference?” Spencer asked Holden, who hadn’t looked away from me yet.

“Bottom,” he muttered.

“Letting me have her first there, too. Always the gentleman.” Spencer clapped him on the shoulder and turned to retrieve something from the dresser.

A muscle ticked in Holden’s jaw, but he didn’t respond. He walked toward the other side of the bed and sank onto it, his back against the headboard. Lifting his fingers, he beckoned me to him. “Come here, dirty girl.”

His words sounded casual, but I heard the current running through them.

I crawled forward, but he stopped me. “Should I get protection?”

“She’s on the pill now,” Spencer called over his shoulder while he rifled through the top drawer.

But Holden’s eyes asked me the question again.

“No,” I whispered. “I want to feel you.”

He flinched slightly as if my response physically pained him before he nodded.

“Fuck,” Spencer said, and we both turned to look at him, our bodies still keeping a careful distance. “Get her warmed up while I find the lube.”

He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me alone with Holden. Neither of us moved.

“You don’t have to,” Holden said flatly. “I can put an end to this.”

“How?” It was one word with so many questions attached. How could he stop what they had started together? How would he smooth this over with Spencer? How could we walk away?

But I didn’t want him to answer. I continued to him, lifting my leg to settle over his lap, and took his face in my hands. “I want this. It’s the only way I can have you. Let’s steal this moment while it’s ours.”

I lowered my mouth to his, knowing it was risky to kiss him when Spencer might walk in and see. But I didn’t care. Holden gripped my hips and guided me gently down until my body welcomed him inside me. A cry tore through my chest as I joined him.

I’d finally discovered the difference between him and Spencer. It wasn’t a freckle. It wasn’t anything I could see. It was something I could only feel.

It was everything.

I rocked against him, and his arms slid up and folded around me, pulling me closer. All the questions I’d asked myself since that day in the pub fell away. None of it mattered. I’d found what I’d never lost in his arms.

And then it was taken away with the stroke of a finger down my spine. Holden broke our kiss, our eyes meeting for only a moment before he plastered his smug mask into place.

“Take long enough?” he asked Spencer.

His brother’s finger continued down to my tailbone, then farther.

“She’s too tight to do it without this.”

His finger was slick as he pushed it inside me. My body betrayed me, and my eyes rolled back as the intrusion shifted to a fullness I hadn’t known was possible.

Holden’s fingers dug into my hips, concern lighting his eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”