Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

Then I start to move. I lift my hips to leave just a quarter of his cock inside me, then let them drop slowly, moaning in the process. Without the rubber between his cock and my insides, I feel the friction more. I can feel him more, and it’s amazing.

I do that a few more times so I can get used to having Ryker’s cock inside me. Just when I think I’ve done that, he moves his hips, giving a powerful thrust, and the air gets knocked out of my lungs. I throw my head back as shivers go down my spine.

It’s just the first thrust of many. Ryker continues to move his hips. Somehow, I manage to move mine as well and we get caught up in a dance. The couch creaks. The sound of bare skin slapping against bare skin fills the room.

“Ryker!”

I wrap my arms around him as the pleasure takes over me. My whole body trembles. My head turns to mush.

Beneath me, Ryker goes still for a few seconds. Then his hips start jerking again. I feel him start to quiver.

“Claire!”

He pushes me off him just a second before his cock spurts. Drops of cum land on the front of my apron as his features twist in pleasure. His fingers dig into my hips.

Afterwards, he goes still as he gasps for air. I don’t move either. I’m still too tired to. Plus I’m mesmerized by the sight of his cock, which is still half hard, cum trickling down its length. It’s enough to send heat bubbling through my veins again.

Ryker leans back. “Looks like I got your apron dirty.”

“It’s fine,” I tell him as I glance down.

In fact, I quite like the look of it.

He touches my cheek. “Are we done with the taste test?”

“Yes,” I answer as I gaze into his eyes.

That’s one thing the mask took from me, I guess—being able to look into his brown eyes. But I can do that now.

“Good,” Ryker says.

He runs his hand down my arm.

“Because I haven’t had my fill of you in this outfit yet.”

I glance at his cock, which is all stiff again, and grin.

“Then by all means, tuck in.”Chapter TenRyker

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Joel asks me.

He points to the plate of grilled meat, seafood and vegetables that we’re supposed to be sharing. I realize I haven’t touched it. I’ve been too busy chugging down my beer.

“It’s fine,” I say. “You can finish it all. I’m not hungry.”

I was, but now that I’m with Joel, I can’t bring myself to take a bite. How can I share a meal with him when I’m screwing his sister?

Well, not screwing. That sounds… quick. And dirty. And half-assed. The sex Claire and I are having? Not quick. Well, sometimes it’s quick, but then we do it again… and again, so it gets kind of long. And it’s not half-assed. Definitely not. It’s… incredible, in fact. We both get so caught up in it that we can’t seem to stop until we’re both exhausted. And I mean exhausted. The last time we did it, I overslept and was almost late for work. Dirty? A little bit. Especially that last time with the strawberry and the apron. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. I didn’t like it at first, but it turned out to be a good thing. A very good thing.

So no, not screwing. Just sex. Great sex. With my best friend’s sister.

Fuck.

“Is everything okay?” Joel asks.

“Yeah,” I lie.

I can’t believe I’m making a habit out of lying to my best friend. I don’t like it. I don’t want to think about it.

“How about the preparations for the wedding?” I ask. “How are they coming along?”

“They’re coming along.” Joel pops a piece of grilled lamb inside his mouth. “We chose our cake.”

I set my bottle of beer down and raise an eyebrow. “You did?”

“Well, Natalie did. She’s the one who knows all about cakes.”

“And? What did she pick?”

Joel shrugs. “Would you believe she doesn’t know?”

My eyebrows furrow. “What?”

“She said she was blindfolded. She asked Claire to blindfold her and then she randomly picked three flavors.”

“She asked Claire to blindfold her?”

“That’s what I said.”

So that’s where Claire got that idea.

“I guess we’ll find out what she picked when we cut the cake open,” Joel says.

I shrug. “At least you have one more surprise to look forward to on your wedding day.”

Joel nods. “That’s what she said. To be honest, though, I don’t want any surprises. I just want us to get married, get it over with.”

No surprises. So no telling him about me and Claire. Got it.

“What about you and Claire?” he asks.

A lump forms in my throat as I stiffen.

“What did you come up with about the wedding shower?”

“Oh, we’re still bouncing ideas off each other,” I answer. “We don’t have anything definite yet.”