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“Fuck, woman. You are so damn tight,” he huffed, the husky tone sending another thrill through me. He continued fingering me, a smirk crawling across his face. “You’re gonna come for me, baby.”
Panting, I dragged my tongue across my lips, my body jerking the second he was fully seated inside. Then as he started to fuck me, thrusting in and out in an orchestrated rhythm, I met every hard plunge, keeping my back arched. He continued tormenting me, pinching and caressing my clit, twisting my nipple until my entire body was lit up like a live wire.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
As his voice penetrated my eardrums, I concentrated on breathing, unable to keep the orgasm from rushing into me like a tidal wave. I slapped my hand on the mirror so many times I was certain it was going to shatter.
“Good girl. Yes. So tight.” He pounded like a wild man, growling the entire time as he fucked me.
I was lost in a cloudy haze, barely cognizant of anything but the extreme pleasure. The climax continued to drift through me, sparking a series of vibrations. The delicious moment was far too short. As his body stiffened, I squeezed my muscles with everything I had, finally closing my eyes as he erupted deep inside, filling me with his seed.
What a shame I’d never see him again. But it was for the best. I had to keep the promise I made to myself. I had to. Right? Maybe the best thing for me to do was to make certain I never saw him again.
* * *
Las Vegas
Savage
The woman had told me she hoped she’d never see me again. The ‘ouch’ moment hadn’t been expected. It wasn’t like we would run into each other any time soon, but her swift shift in attitude had bothered me. Then I’d allowed her words to piss me off.
She could have her way.
A troublemaker. That’s all she was. That shit I didn’t need on top of the heaping helping of crap fate had doled out. I was the last person my brother should have thought of. The day I’d gotten the call had been one of the worst of my life and I’d had plenty of bad juju over the last four years.
The key was exactly where I’d been told it would be upon my arrival. I stood on the front porch, turning the piece of metal over in my hand. I turned around facing the driveway, floored that my brother had appreciated the landscaping. Or lack thereof. Yeah, there were several huge palm trees lined on either side of the property, their leaves flowing in the wind, but the fucking cactus surrounding the water feature in the center of the driveway made me cringe. The community was gated, the security guard scrutinizing me like I was some damn criminal before letting me in.
There were a few houses that I’d passed, every one of them like a freaking mansion. If my name hadn’t been on the approved list, I’d swear I was in the wrong place. The last time I’d seen my brother he’d been living in a modest three-bedroom house in the suburbs. Nothing special. Nothing expensive. Now this. What the fuck?
I was used to a forest of trees, grass as far as the eye could see. The small patches of green grass I’d seen heading to his house wouldn’t accommodate a table and four chairs. Even the adobe design of the house was so out of character for him. Galen had been the adventurer, spending more time in nature than our mom and dad had appreciated. If this is what financial success brought, I wanted no part of it.
You have no choice, idiot.
That was true enough. The will had been very clear. I was my brother’s only living relative; his house and cars, the boat I was told was in a separate facility as well as his business now belonged to me. Hissing, I shoved the key into the lockbox, staring at the coded panel on the side of the door. I guess I hadn’t known my brother at all. Granted, I hadn’t seen him in four years, except for once. One single time and that had been enough to drive me away.
I didn’t handle tragedy very well, or so Galen had told me when I’d left early after the funeral. At least his house wasn’t shoved between dozens of others, every one of them the same in appearance. Another thing money could buy. Seclusion. That suited me if nothing else could. Sighing, I walked in, closing the door behind me. Fuck me. The place looked like some freaking museum, nothing like a house full of love should look.
In my humble opinion.
I’d ended up being a full day late, but I couldn’t put the blame entirely on Sassy’s shoulders. I’d lagged behind, unable to confront my feelings. I should have known I couldn’t run from them forever.
I dropped my meager belongings on the floor, shaking my head at the sight of the huge marble slabs. Who the hell had been Galen’s decorator? I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jeans before taking a tour of the downstairs, noticing the huge pool when I entered the kitchen. Everything was pristine, as if no one had ever lived here. That bothered me for several reasons.
As I walked through, I had the feeling I was in a damn art gallery. The huge paintings on the walls were strange splashes of color and little else, but I had a notion each one of them cost a pretty penny. The furniture was almost all leather with light wood and glass tables and bookshelves. Nothing seemed like the brother I remembered.
The kitchen was a chef’s dream. While I knew my way around a kitchen, the appliances would take a rocket scientist to figure out. Snorting, I opened the refrigerator door, appreciating the fact there were several cold beers. I grabbed one, ripping off the cap. Where the hell was the garbage can? After a few seconds of frustration, I shoved it into my pocket, continuing my tour.
By the time I reached my brother’s bedroom, I’d polished off a solid two-thirds of the cold brew. The last few miles had been endless, forming a knot in my stomach. I shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t what I wanted or deserved for that matter. Why did Galen think I could fall into his life without a hitch?
Because he’d had no other choice.
Yeah, I knew that. I was certain it was agonizing for him to realize it too. We hadn’t been close for a long time. I drifted to the other hallway, finding one door cracked. As I slowly swung it open, the full reality of what I was facing hit me hard. I couldn’t stomach walking inside the bedroom he’d likely shared with his deceased wife. It seemed too personal, too… Normal. And I was anything but.
My brother had once called me a waste of human flesh. That had been just before our last conversation. Maybe he was right. I wasn’t certain any longer. I polished off the rest of the beer, the knock on the door forcing a snarl from my lips and I wasn’t certain why. The moment I opened the front door, I thought the guy standing in front of me was going to jump out of his skin.
“I’m… sorry. Who are you?” he asked. The dude was several inches shorter, his expensive tailored suit ridiculous looking in the one hundred plus degree heat. People wore that kind of shit here? Geez.
