Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

The problem? I didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

I pulled her to her feet and took her lips with my own.

She opened, kissing me back, and I pushed her against the wall, grinding my cock into her belly. She went limp against me, her kisses hard and passionate, her body sticking to mine as if we were glued together.

I reached the light switch and flicked it off, still kissing her, still reveling in her, still wanting her with an insatiable hunger.

Without thinking, I lifted her against the wall and set her onto my hard cock, wincing as I tunneled into her, her tightness the perfect sleeve for me.

She gasped into my mouth, but our lips didn’t part all the way. Just enough for each of us to breathe, and then our amazing kiss continued.

I pushed into her, the wall stabilizing her body, and thrust harder. Again and again and again.

And only moments later, when I released again inside her, I knew the blazing, undeniable truth.

I’d never get enough of her. No matter how many times we did this, I’d always want more.

I’d never tire of her perfection, of her sweet sighs, deep kisses, silky fingers on my skin.

I’d never tire of her spicy fragrance, her rosy flesh, her full red lips.

I’d never tire of her perfect pussy around my fingers, around my cock.

Which meant only one thing.

This could never, never happen again. I’d live on the ranch, I’d see her, but I had to resist her. I couldn’t be alone with her. Not again.

Not ever.

And now?

I had to leave.

Chapter Thirty–Three

Marjorie

Bryce picked up his clothes and began to dress. I sighed. He was right. We’d crossed a line. I’d let my family down for a romp in the hay—an amazing romp in the hay, but still. I couldn’t let that happen again.

I followed his lead and put my clothes on. Without words, we walked out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and out the front door to Bryce’s car. Without words, he drove the short distance to the main house. Without words, he stopped, letting the engine idle.

I leaned into him, but his demeanor was icy. No goodbye kiss? No thanks for a lovely evening? No…anything?

“Good night,” I said softly. “And…”

And what? I’d been ready to say “thank you,” but why should I thank him? I didn’t need to thank a man for sex, and he didn’t need to thank me. It was a consensual act between the two of us. If we were giving thanks, it should come from both of us.

“…see you around,” I finished.

He nodded without smiling. “Yeah. See you around.”

I closed the car door as gently as I could. I doubted anyone could hear it out here, but I didn’t want to take the chance of waking anyone inside.

See you around.

Sounded like we were the athlete and the nerd in high school who were wildly attracted to each other and had just fooled around under the bleachers but couldn’t acknowledge each other in public. What the hell kind of craziness had I just allowed to occur?

I turned around to have it out, but Bryce was already backing out of the long driveway.