Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

Claire’s legs fold. Her knees rise and her hips leave the bed. I slip another finger in and push. Both my digits drown in her heat.

She’s clamping down on me, sucking me in. My cock leaks and strains against its cotton prison in response.

Damn it. She’s going to make me come while I still have half my clothes on.

I keep her nipple trapped between my lips as I move my fingers in and out. I pull them out just before they melt and start to stroke her nub as I press my lips against her neck, but she grabs my wrist.

“Just put it in. Now.”

Bossy. But I don’t protest. I’m in no state to. I want what she wants just as badly. Maybe even more.

I take the condom I’ve been carrying in my wallet and hold the packet between my teeth as I remove my belt. Claire gets rid of her panties. Then she props herself on her elbows and watches me as I unzip my pants. I let them fall to my ankles and kick them aside.

I lower my briefs to my hips and take out my cock. Claire’s eyes grow wide. She licks her lips. I’d let her stare at it, even give her a show, but I don’t think I can wait much longer so I tear the packet and slip the rubber on. I join her on the bed and settle between her legs.

“Ready?” I ask as I grip her thighs.

“You bet,” she answers.

I push the head of my cock in. It slips inside her easily and I let out a hiss. The rest? Not so easy. The sheath around my cock may be soft and wet, but it’s also tight, clinging to my shape like a glove. I move my hips slowly and take deep breaths in between to keep myself from spilling.

Finally, I’m completely in. I take a moment to savor the sensation of being inside the woman I’ve wanted for so long, of having our bodies connected. Claire, too, stays still and quiet. Her eyes are closed.

I touch her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she answers as she opens her eyes.

Our gazes meet and heat ripples through my veins.

“Are you going to move or do you want me to take over?”

She pushes her hips against me and tightens around me to tempt me with the latter. I grunt, then give her a grin.

I wouldn’t mind her taking over, but not right now. Right now, I’m in charge.

I lean over her and give her a searing kiss just to let her know it. Then I pull away and start to jerk my hips. Claire grips the edges of the pillow beneath her head.

I keep my eyes on her face as I go on with my thrusts, my hips driven by the hunger deep within my body. The same pleasure that consumes her features fills my veins and I move even faster.

Her lips form an O as she throws her head back. Her eyes squeeze shut and her body trembles. I keep moving, managing a few more thrusts before I feel the waves of pleasure rolling in.

“Coming.”

I give a final, powerful thrust and bury myself deep inside Claire’s body. There, I let my cock unleash all my pent-up desire in its rubber sheath as every muscle in my body grows taut.

For a few moments afterward, I stay still, not wanting to move. Then, gradually, my body starts to relax. Except for my cock. It’s still hard. And Claire notices.

Her lips curve into a mischievous grin as she gives me a squeeze.

I put up a finger in warning. “Don’t do that. I have to change the condom.”

“Change?” she asks playfully. “Does that mean you have another?”

“Yes.”

She runs her finger down my chest. “How many?”

“Enough,” I tell her.

Or so I hope.

Claire pulls my face down for a kiss. She tugs on my lower lip, then looks into my eyes. I can see lust burning in her green orbs anew.

“Go and change, then. And hurry. Please?”

I give her a quick kiss before pulling out.

“As you wish.”

~

Hours later, I lie beneath the covers, my cock spent and my lungs still gasping for air. Sweat coats my skin. Beside me, Claire lies still and silent. I can tell she’s exhausted, too. She was barely moving during that last round. I almost think she’s asleep, but then she snuggles against me. She rests her head on the crook of my arm and lets out a sigh.

“Is that a sigh of contentment?” I ask as I look at her.

Claire nods. “Utter contentment.”

“Good.” I kiss the top of her head. “For a moment there, I was afraid I’d never be able to satisfy you.”

She frowns. “You make me sound like an impossible customer, the kind I hate.”

I give her a puzzled look. “You mean you’ve had customers who weren’t satisfied with your cooking?”