Hate to Love You (Strong Brothers 4)

“I told you that I don’t care. I don’t want to hurt you or make life working for my grandmother hard, but I’m tired of trying to avoid you. I’ve spent three fucking years denying myself and I don’t—”

My words were cut off by the feel of a warm woman in my arms, her sweet lips pressed against mine. It took me a second to understand what was going on, but once I did, I wrapped my arms around her and held her to me. I slanted my mouth over hers, taking the kiss deeper, loving how she moaned and melted against me when I did.

I trailed my lips along her jaw, using my teeth to tug gently on her ear. “Tell me this is a yes.”

“Yes,” she said, finding my lips again.

“So, you don’t hate me anymore,” I murmured against her mouth.

“Not at this moment.”

I laughed. I wanted desperately to rip our clothes off and make use of the bed right behind me, but was I aware that I’d only just gotten her to agree to date me. I would need to work up to fucking.

Except, she was sliding her hands under my shirt, scraping her short nails over my nipples making my dick jump.

I groaned and pulled back. “I want to do this right, Andi, but when you touch me, my dick gets a mind of its own.”

Her eyes were filed with fire and mischief. “Good.” She undid my belt and pants. “I was thinking that you didn’t get off last night. Unless you took care of it later.” She tugged my pants and boxer briefs down. My dick flung out so fucking hard.

“I didn’t,” I managed to say. My mouth had gone dry as she dropped to her knees and stared at my dick like it was the greatest delicacy that she’d ever seen.

“I can help you with that,” she said.

“God, yes,” I said, threading my fingers through all that long lush hair of hers.

She licked my tip and fucking Christ I saw stars. Then she wrapped her lips around and slid over him and I wasn’t sure how I was still standing.

“You’re a fucking fantasy come true,” I managed.

Her hand wrapped around me and stroked as she looked up at me. “Really?”

“Really.” I wanted her to keep going, but it felt like this was an important moment. “For three years I’ve imagined this.”

She snorted. “Me sucking your dick? Of course, you did.”

I felt my cheeks flush. “Seeing your lips around my dick is even sexier and more beautiful than I imagined.”

She smirked. “You just want to shut me up with your cock.”

I laughed. “Speaking of which.” I pressed my hips forward.

Thankfully, she obliged by taking my dick in her mouth and sucking until my world started spinning away.

20

Andi

Last night, if someone said I’d be giving Noah a blow job this morning, I’d have said they were off their rocker. Yet here I was, worshiping that gloriously hard, long dick with my mouth. I stopped trying to analyze what happened the minute I’d launched myself into his arms. He was saying all the right things at least in this moment. I understood the yearning even though thinking that indulging it was wrong. In actuality, nothing had changed in our situation, except that I didn’t care about it being a mistake either. Not when he was trying so hard to be so sweet.

I loved how his fingers gently gripped my head and his hips rocked as he fucked my mouth.

“Fuck Andi…so good…”

My ego swelled at his words. I knew there were plenty of women who’d sucked his dick before me, and I hoped my attempt would stand out.

I used one hand and my mouth, sliding harder, faster over his dick. My other hand gently massaged his balls.

He let out a groan. “I’m gonna come…”