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AJ let out a small whine as I withdrew both my hands and moved to kneel. I grabbed her waist, lifting and moving her until she was seated on the edge of the coffee table.
My knees brushed the soft rug as I found my place in front of her and looped my fingers into the waistband of her shorts to tug them off. She obliged, wiggling her hips with a knot between her brows as she continued her game.
She opened her mouth to speak, but I hushed her. “This means nothing,” I said for her, an echo of our last encounter in the bathroom. It was written all over her expression: how much she wanted this,neededthe release, and how much she hated that she wanted it.
I hated wanting her, too. Or at least, I did.
Before.
Now?
I didn’t think there was anything I could hate about her. Not even if I fucking tried.
I pried her legs apart and buried my face in her pussy before she could change her mind and push me away. Her sweet heat coated my tongue andfuckshe tasted so. damn. good.
Her thighs squeezed, muscles clenching from the attack of my tongue, little gasping moans stuttering from her lips.
I was good at this, I knew. She got a taste in the bathroom, but today she would get the full experience.
With one hand clenching her hip to hold her in place, I slid the other between her legs, slipping it beneath my chin to join my tongue. I pushed inside, never ceasing the quick flicking motions with my tongue even as I began viciously finger fucking her.
AJ moved, squirming from the pleasure. You’d almost think she was trying to get away with how much she squirmed, but my bruising grip on her waist held her steady. Forced her to feeleverything.
She stopped fighting a minute later, instead, grinding herself against me. AJ fucked my face like a woman starved, and I ate up every fucking second of it. Increasing the pace with my fingers to match her. We moved together, every thrust of her hips, every flick of my tongue, every stroke of my fingers, perfectly in sync until the controller clattered to the floor, and her fingers dove into my hair, gripping tighteningly, holding me there with a shout as she came on my lips.
I continued through her orgasm, forcing it to lengthen, making her shudder and twitch, trying to pull away, but I didn’t let her. Not until the violent pull of her fingers in my hair began to soften and eventually to cease.
Only then did I stop, staring up at her with her wetness gleaming on my lips. She looked down at me with something I couldn’t identify in her eyes. Heat, but not hatred. The knot never left the space between her brows, not even when she slumped back onto the coffee table, hands going to her chest as it heaved. Utterly spent.
I got uncomfortably to my feet with a grimace, my cock so disgustingly sensitized that even the brush of it against my boxers was like the phantom stroke of her fingers.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded, face flushed and slack.
She was so tired.
“Come on,” I whispered, stooping to lift her from the table, slipping my forearms beneath her knees and around her shoulders.
She didn’t protest as I carried her back to bed, setting her onto the soft mattress and drawing the blanket up to her chest.
“Sleep,” I ordered, and her eyes shuttered despite her efforts to keep them trained on me.
She was uncomfortable, but maybe it wasn’t because of me after all. Maybe it was because she knew as well as I did that someone could come in here for her first trial any minute. Or maybe it was something else I wasn’t even aware of.
“I’ll keep watch if you like,” I added on a whim, and she looked at me strangely. Pained almost.
Her gaze flitted to the other side of the bed and for a heart-stopping moment I thought she might draw back the covers, invite me to sleep there with her on the bed. But then she turned away, drawing her knees to her chest without a word.
For a girl who always had something to say, her silence was disconcerting. I didn’t know what it meant. While I cleaned up the evidence of what we’d done in the living room, I tried to analyze it, wishing I could be as perceptive as my brothers.
A key slipped into a lock as I shut off the TV and grabbed AJ’s wet shorts from the floor. I froze, rushing to the edge of the fireplace as the intruder pushed inside.
I’d be damned if I was going to let him ruin her sleep. After how hard I worked to send her off.
I stepped into the wide entry, making my shoulders wide and thick as I lifted my head. “Not tonight, asshole.Leave.”
“Um,” squeaked a very female voice. “I just want to go to bed.”
The small pod light in the entry flicked on, and I reeled back at its brightness, taking in all six feet of Rebecca Hart in a pair of strappy black heels, her hair in disarray.
