Mistakes I've Made (Broken Love Duet 1) - Page 38

Callie Street.

It started off as a way to stick it to my brother. She really had no appeal to me whatsoever. Then, she made a mistake. She let me see her grief over losing my brother. She let me be the first man to touch her, to taste her, to swallow her sighs of pleasure. And she touched me like I was someone she cared for. Like I was someone who mattered.

When she told me it was a mistake, I was pissed. I thought, if I bided my time, she’d see that I was a better choice than Reed. Hell, I thought once she saw my brother with Chasity, she’d give up on him. That hasn’t happened and after her visit yesterday, I’m pretty sure it won’t…

Unless I push her….

Callie has become sort of a pet project of mine. It didn’t surprise me to find out that my little brother has no idea I popped Callie’s cherry. I wanted to tell him. The instinct was there to see how it made him feel. If I did that, however, I knew that would push Callie farther away. Yesterday’s little visit definitely proved that.

Callie might not be my type, but I want her for some odd reason. Kind of like how you want a pet. Something that you can keep caged up, make it dependent on you for every little thing. People do it to dogs all the time. Their devotion knows no end. You can kick it one minute, then pet it, and it will always come back, searching for its next reward.

“Please, Mitchie. Please?”

Christ, I hate it when she calls me that. I’d also forgotten she was here while I was thinking about making Callie mine. That’s probably not a good sign. I’ll have to kick Chasity to the curb soon.

Or make her someone else’s problem.

“You know how much that shit costs me that you like to snort up your nose, Chasity?”

“I work it out, you know that. Didn’t I entertain you and your buddies the other night at the poker game?” she asks. She’s sounds out of breath. Her hand keeps stroking me and I am damn hard, but I think that has more to do with thinking about Callie than anything Chasity is doing. Although when she mentions the poker game, I can feel my balls tighten.

She was a good little bitch that night. For all of us. I smile as I think about it. That was a good night. I doubt good little girl Callie would take on me and three of my buddies at the same time.

Chasity is cold and calculating, but she’s always up for anything sexual, little Callie doesn’t have that in her. Maybe I could get her dependent on me, though. That’s definitely something to think about….

“You did earn your keep that night,” I finally admit, not being honest, but I have something I want from Chasity, so it’s best to let her think I agree. “I tell you what, I do have something you can do for me. You do it, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, honey.”

“What is it?” she huffs, and I can tell she’s annoyed, and I like it. For one thing, her grip gets tighter on my cock and that feels fucking good. For another, I like to remind her that she has no control here—none at all.

“I’m going to have you play with my little brother again,” I announce.

“Mitch,” she whines.

“Oh, stop complaining. We both know how much fun you had last time with that, right?”

“It was fun, I guess. But I’m not sure that will work these days. He avoids me like the plague now,” she mumbles.

I stop her hand from moving on my cock. As hard as she’s pumping me, the damn thing will get a friction burn on it. Besides, I’m annoyed with her now, so I’m going to need a little something extra apparently.

“Don’t worry. With what I have planned, he won’t be able to ignore you.”

“Fine,” she mutters. “But you better make it worth my time.”

“Don’t I always, Chasity, baby?” I purr, tangling my hands in her blonde hair. I fight the urge to move my hand down to her neck and choke her. That thought just gets more and more appealing. Chasity doesn’t have many boundaries. Hell, I bet she’d get off on it. I reach over and grab the vial I keep on my bedside table.

“What’s that?” she asks, an eager look on her face.

I pop it open, letting some of the grainy power spill out on my chest.

“Something to make you feel good,” I purr.

She doesn’t ask anything else, just gets busy snorting. I reach down and slide some of the powder on my finger and paint her lips with it. Then, kiss her, not really needing it now. Visions of having my hand wrapped around her neck while I’m slamming into her is all it takes to send me close to the edge anyway. I flip us so that she’s on the bottom as we kiss.

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