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He backed me up against the shower wall, his lips never leaving mine. I ran my hands over his body, imprinting every indentation of his frame to my memory, the way his muscles flexed with every move of his body and quivered beneath my touch.
He softly groaned as my hands ghosted right above his cock, his body shuddering. I gasped in surprise when he lifted me against the wall. The doorbell rang. Christian cursed, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck.”
“Don’t,” I begged him, drawing his dark eyes to mine. “Please don’t leave me like this.”
He must have seen something in my eyes because he ignored the doorbell and lined his cock up with my slit. I cried out his name as he buried himself deep inside of me. Locking my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, I clung to him as he continued running his hands over my body, whispering about how perfect I was in my ear while he moved in and out of me at a slow, measured pace.
That night, Christian didn’t fuck me.
He made the sweetest love to me, showing me with his words and his body that I was more than a quick fuck to him.
He pulled my head from his neck, his dark eyes locking on mine. “Let me see your eyes glow as you come, beautiful.”
He continued rocking in and out of me, drawing me closer and closer to that edge. I never ripped my eyes from his. My nails dug into his shoulders, my thighs tightening around his hips as I came hard, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
“Christian!” I cried out.
“There it is—my moon,” he growled. And then he released a shout of my name as he came with me.
5
HER BOYFRIEND
Ally
My brother looked a bit pissed as he strode into the living room. All Christian had done was open the front door for him and headed straight for his kitchen to get me a hot cup of coffee.
I was wearing a pair of my leggings that my roommate had packed for me and one of Christian’s long-sleeve, button-down shirts since the only shirts my roommate had packed for me were short-sleeved.
“Can someone tell me what the fuck happened?” Axel asked as he ran his eyes over my face. “Sis, have you been crying?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, my lungs feeling like they were going to cave in—completely deflate. “Ally,” Christian called from the kitchen. I slowly ripped my eyes open to look at him. “Breathe,” he coaxed. I drew a deep breath into my lungs. He gave me a warm, proud smile before he looked at my brother, the smile dropping from his face. “Let me get this cup of coffee made for her, and then we can talk,” Christian told him.
“Goddammit, Christian, I thought something happened,” Axel snarled, his nerves on edge.
“Something did happen,” Christian told him, not at all fazed by my brother’s anger. I swallowed nervously. “Like I said, just give me a damn minute to get this for her, and then we can talk. Your sister needs support; she doesn’t need to have this talk with you without me by her side.”
Axel dropped onto the chair across from me and closed his eyes, scrubbing his hand down his face. He was in a pair of sweats and an old college shirt with his house slippers on.
He had been taking care of Meghan, and I had ripped him away from doing that. Guilt stirred in my chest. Tears burned in my eyes.
I couldn’t ever seem to get this shit right.
“Easy, beautiful.” Christian kneeled in front of me. I locked my eyes on his face. He gave me an encouraging smile. “It’s hot, but here—hold this. The heat will keep you grounded.” He rubbed his hands on my knees. “If you feel an anxiety attack come on, just close your eyes and focus on the heat in your hand.”
“Okay,” I whispered, so fucking nervous to have this talk with Axel. I had let him down before, and I was terrified to do it again. I couldn’t take it if my brother turned his back on me.
Christian sat next to me on the couch and settled his hand on my thigh before drawing in a deep breath. “Alright. I got a call from Ally’s roommate a little while ago,” Christian began. “She tried calling you and Julian numerous times, but you guys didn’t answer.” Guilt flashed in Axel’s eyes. But they had been taking care of Meghan. I couldn’t be angry about that.
Christian looked over at me and gently cupped my cheek. “Be brave—be the moon,” he quietly told me. He gently squeezed my thigh. I bit my bottom lip, begging him with my eyes to not tell him. “I have to tell him, beautiful.”
I closed my eyes, nodding as I focused on the heat in my hands. I couldn’t look at my brother—not right now. Not when Christian was about to tell him how badly I fucked up.
