Shane (Mallick Brothers 1)

I felt my eyes get a little heavy at the insinuation, but I planted my feet. “Why should I have to come to you?”

His smile went even more sinister. “You asked for it, you pain in the ass. Remember that,” he said, charging at me. Three things happened in almost the exact same second: his hand went around and grabbed my neck at the base of my skull; his arm went around my hips; his lips slammed down on me. My own hands went out instinctively, grabbing his arms and pulling me tighter to him. Which my hyper-active libido was happy to oblige. My legs went up, folding around his hips. My back slammed against one of the walls he had just constructed and his lips ripped from mine and he smiled at me. “Yeah, walls were a good idea.”

His head dipped and his mouth crushed into my neck as one hand moved from my ass and slid around my belly, working my button and zip and slipping inside. His fingers pressed against the material of my panties, but the tight material of my pants wouldn’t allow for more than that.

“Fucking skinny jeans. Worst God damn invention ever,” Shane growled, reaching for my legs and unwrapping them from around him. As soon as my feet touched the ground, his fingers snagged the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down to mid thigh. His fingers didn’t tease. They didn’t pause. They pressed down on my clit through my panties and started working it in fast circles. His eyes got heavy as he watched me slowly start to lose control.

“Shane, please…” I groaned, needing more than his fingers on me, needing him buried deep inside.

“Please what?” he asked, no smile, dead serious about making me say it.

“Please fuck me,” I demanded and his eyes went dark as one hand went into his back pocket, fished out his wallet, found a condom, then tossed the wallet away. He released his button and zip with one hand, pulling down his pants and boxers, exposing his hard, straining cock and I felt my pussy tighten in anticipation.

I lost his finger as his hands grabbed my hips and turned me roughly, pushing my front up against the wall. Then my panties were yanked over my ass and down my legs. There was the barest of pauses as he protected us before his hand reached out and slapped my ass. “Love this fucking view,” he murmured, his knee pressing my legs slightly apart. His cock pressed between my folds, teasing upward and pressing against my clit for a second before quickly moving back down and slamming inside me in one deep thrust.

He fucked me then, just as I requested.

Fast, hard, borderline brutal.

Just as I wanted.

I came hard way too shortly after and Shane followed right behind me, his head in my neck, growling out my name as he did so.

“So that was a proper hello?” I asked when I found my voice again.

Shane chuckled, biting hard into my shoulder. “Fuck yeah it was.”

“So that is how I need to greet you from now on?” I asked, smiling mostly because he couldn’t see it.

Shane went silent for a second then he pulled back from me, sliding out of me, turning me, eyes finding mine. “Is that your way of saying you’re in?”

Was it?

I guess it was.

“No promises though,” I warned, knowing there was no happy ever after in my future.

“Can’t give you any either,” he agreed with a nod, one hand moving down to snag my panties and dragging them back up my legs. “Would be lying if I tried. So let’s not even try to do that shit. We can just let it happen, yeah?”

He made it sound so easy, so possible. I almost believed him. “Yeah,” I agreed, but my smile was half-forced.

“Okay. Good. I gotta deal with this condom. When I get back, your ass is helping me put up the walls.”

“Why should I help you put up walls?”

“Because we’re going to be seeing more of each other and I’m not going near your apartment building,” he told me as he went into the bathroom.

I reached for my pants, putting them back in place. “Why not?”

“Because I own the place. Don’t need my tenants hearing me fuck you all the damn time. That means you’ll be here a lot. And, I imagine, a bathroom with walls is a prerequisite for you staying here.”

“I think bathrooms with walls are a prerequisite for anyone,” I said, defending my stance on the matter as I leaned down and grabbed the nail gun.

Shane came back out then, raising a brow. “I don’t know if I trust you with that thing.”

“Don’t say anything to piss me off and you won’t have to worry,” I smiled, aiming it at him with a wink.