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“Always.”

“Good.” Killian is my best friend, and I hope that they can get past this. I don’t know if they’ll ever date again, but I hope that one day they can be in the same room again, with Killian wanting to rip my brother’s head off.

“Are we okay now?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank god. I hate it when you’re angry at me.”

I snort a laugh. “Then don’t give me a reason to be angry.”

“I won’t. I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.” I shake my head, my lips tilting up.

“We’ll see.” I grab the door handle, my hand resting on the metal part when Connor speaks.

“You’re the best brother I could have ever dreamed of. I’m sorry I made you think you weren’t.” A lump forms in my throat. I swallow past it.

“You’re the best brother too.”

He sighs, and I imagine him shaking his head “I’m not, but I promise I’ll do my very best.”

“As long as you don’t lie or hide things from me again, you have nothing to prove.”

“I love you, man.”

“I love you too.” He hangs up, turning my screen dark. I open the car door. Locking it behind me, I see the front door is still open, and I quietly enter the house. Asher is sleeping on the couch, his head lying at an angle that he will regret in the morning. I gently turn his head, then walk quietly up the stairs.

The wood underneath my feet creaks loudly, echoing through the silent house. I open the bedroom door, filled with nerves, which makes no sense since we’ve shared a bed before. She’s lying on the bed on top of the covers, her hair braided, wearing just a pair of pajamas—very short pajamas. The sight makes my dick twitch in my pants. Jesus Christ, I’m fucked. She smirks as if I’m giving her the reaction she was hoping for. Her top ends just underneath her breasts, and the shorts, if you can call them that, reach her thighs. She pats the pillow next to her, but my legs feel like lead. “Come here, baby.” She pats the pillow again, her beautiful lips still tilted up in a smirk.

I’m fucked. I’m so utterly fucked. I trail towards the bed, swiping my sweaty palms against my pants.

I see her clearer now. How her nipples poke through her top, the way she’s crossing her legs. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and she’s already killing me. “Fuck,” I whisper. She tilts my head towards her the moment I lay next to her. She claims my mouth in a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling as if it’s a race, then slips her hands underneath my shirt. Her nails scratch lightly over my chest, making me groan into her mouth. I grab her waist, pulling her into my lap, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily, my lips already swollen. “Wait. We should stop.”

“Don’t want to,” she murmurs against my skin.

“Are you sure, baby? You have had a rough day.”

“I’m sure. I promise. I need you.”

Fuck.

I trail my lips down her neck. She tilts her head back, giving me more access, moaning when I reach her pulse point. I bite down, not hard enough to leave teeth indents but hard enough for her to gasp. I suck her skin, then pull away, smirking at the mark that’s already forming. I have no idea when my nerves started to fade, and this urge to see her in my marks took over, but I’m not stopping, and from the way she’s moaning underneath my touch, she’s not complaining. I lift her from my lap, laying her down on the mattress, grabbing the hem of her shirt, raising my eyebrows in question.

She nods.

“Words, baby,” I order gruffly. “I need words.”

“Please,” she begs, breathlessly lifting her arms as I pull the top off and throw it on the floor. “Fuck, baby.” She is absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts are full. Her nipples are hard and taut. I wrap my lips around one and suck. Hard. She gasps and bucks from underneath me. Trying to pull me closer. I grab both her wrists, holding them against the headboard. “Keep them there.” I don’t recognize my voice, so ridden with lust.

I have never wanted someone as much as I want her. I suck harder, switching between them every few seconds. Breathy moans and whimpers escape her mouth. She grabs onto the headboard so hard it creaks underneath her grip.

Smirking, I trail lower near the scar on her stomach, giving it all the love it deserves. Then open her legs, groaning at the sight. She’s wet, soaking through her panties. My cock is straining against my jeans, begging to be released. I grab her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling. Then slowly kneel on the floor. Alexis opens her eyes wide with lust. “What are you—” she starts, then moans when I trail my finger over her clothed pussy.

I stare up at her, my heart hammering in my chest. “Yes?”

She nods repeatedly. “Yes…yes, please.”

“If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?”