Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

I don’t know what it is, but something is different about Ryker today. He’s… wilder. Rougher.

I can’t get enough of it.

He turns me around so my back is against him, then pulls me against his chest. His mouth finds the side of my neck and remains there as his hands cup my breasts through lace. His fingers trap my nipples and pinch them gently. I throw my head back against his shoulder and gasp.

Ryker licks my neck as he plays with the stiff peaks of my breasts. He twists them, tugs on them, flicks them with his thumbs and rubs them through the lace. The exquisite friction sends ripples of heat beneath my skin as more moans escape from my throat.

His mouth moves to my ear. He traps the lobe between his lips as his hand wanders lower. It slips between the flaps of my chemise and slides over the bare patch of skin under my belly button to reach inside my panties. His fingers brush against the entrance to my molten core and I shudder.

He rubs that entrance as he licks my ear and my legs grow weak. He slips a finger in and I turn my head so I can moan into his mouth. I stroke his hair as I move my tongue against his. His thumb brushes against my nub and I break the kiss to let out a gasp. My knees tremble.

Ryker slips another finger inside me. Before I can react to it, he pushes two fingers past my lips. I suck on them and moan around them as the fingers inside me delve deeper into my heat. He hisses.

He’s enjoying this, isn’t he? He likes it when I suck on his fingers, something he’s never let me try before. I suck on them harder as I push my ass against him. The stiff rod of flesh poking my back tells me I’m right. I grin.

Maybe next time, I’ll suck on his fingers before I suck on his—

My thoughts scatter as Ryker pulls all of his fingers out of me. I whimper and rub my body against his erection. I’m about to turn around but then he pulls my panties down so they’re hanging between my thighs. Both his hands reach between my legs. Wet fingers find my nub as others enter me once more, stroking me inside as he rubs my nub outside.

I lose my mind. Moans and gasps leave my lips as my knees shake. My heels rise off the floor and my back arches. My toes curl.

“Ryker!”

I cry out his name and dig my fingers into his thighs as waves of pleasure wash over me. My thoughts go blank.

Vaguely, I feel Ryker leading me somewhere. I don’t know how I’m still standing when I can barely feel my legs, but somehow I find myself draped over the kitchen counter. The marble feels cold against my scorched nipples.

Wait. Counter?

I’ve hardly managed to regain my senses and catch my breath when Ryker’s hands grip my waist. A moment later, I feel something firm and coated in rubber poking me from behind.

Already? Wait. I—

Ryker enters me with one thrust. My mouth gapes. My thoughts turn into mush once more.

He moves and I grip the edge of the counter. Each time he shoves his cock inside me and rubs those hidden bundles of nerves, I gasp. Each time he slides out, the heat from the friction spreads like wildfire in my veins and I moan.

“Mmm. So… good. God…”

“You like that?” Ryker gives a particularly hard thrust.

“Yes!” I cry out. “More. Give me… more.”

I push my hips against him. He hisses.

“Fuck.”

He grabs my arms and pulls me off the counter. He wraps an arm around me and grips my chin so that I’m facing him. Then he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I barely have the strength to kiss him back.

He pulls away and puts his hands on my breasts as he continues moving, faster this time. I try to match his movements but fail to keep up.

It’s too fast. My head is spinning. Spinning. Everything’s a blur.

Ryker grips my arms once more as his pace becomes erratic. Then he buries his face in my hair and groans before shoving his cock deep inside me. I push my hips back against him as the flames beneath my skin roar to life once more. Cries spill out of my lips along with my supply of oxygen. Tears form in the corners of my eyes.

Ryker shudders behind me and then goes still. His grip on me loosens. After a moment, he starts gasping for air. Then he releases my arms. They fall limply at my sides.

He pulls out and I fall forward on the counter. I hug it because I can’t stand. Not yet. My lungs still feel empty. My heart is still hammering inside my chest. Now that the fire in my veins has been extinguished, I feel like a barren forest. If a strong wind blows, I might just crumble into ash.