Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

Desire swept through me, desire so profound that needed sating now. Right now.

“Please,” I said, not sure what I was asking for. “Please, Bryce.”

“Easy, baby. Let out a breath.”

I obeyed, and a new feeling sucked me in. His finger. His finger, wet with my juices, had breached the tight rim of my ass.

“God, if you could see this,” he said. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He moved his finger in and out slowly at first, and then more quickly, the invasion morphing from a slight pain to an unbelievable pleasure. And then…when his lips touched my clit once more…

A climax so profound hit me like a thunder crash.

“That’s it, baby. I knew you had one more. Give it to me. Give me your orgasm. It’s mine. All mine.”

All his.

It surely was.

As was I.

I was still coming when he removed his finger and climbed up my body, crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss, and pushed his giant cock back into my pussy.

He pumped into me, mimicking with his tongue what his cock was doing inside me.

I was all out of orgasms, but that didn’t matter. The feel of him, the completeness of us together, overwhelmed me in the best way.

He kept kissing me as he released a second time. Kept kissing me as he held himself inside me for several timeless moments, kept kissing me… Kept kissing me.

And I knew my orgasmic declarations of love had been real.

I was in love with Bryce Simpson.

Completely and hopelessly in love.

Chapter Fifty

Bryce

After staring at her for as long as I could and choking back a tear that threatened, I covered Marjorie’s sleeping body.

I love you.

Had she meant to say the words aloud? They’d come out on a soft sigh during one of her many climaxes, and though I’d yearned to return them, I hadn’t.

I couldn’t go there. Not yet. Not until…

Not until I’d dealt with the demons that plagued me…including the long-buried secret from Joe’s and my past that threatened us now.

I had to move on, make her understand that we couldn’t ever be. I dressed quietly and then walked out to the desk in the kitchen. After finding a notepad and pen, I scribbled down some words.

Noxious words that I didn’t mean but had to say. She needed to move on, and I needed to help her. I walked back into the bedroom where my perfect angel still slept. I kissed her cheek lightly. She moved slightly but didn’t awaken.

I wanted to remember her like this—soft and innocent and beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

I’m sorry, I said silently. I’m sorry I can’t be what you deserve.

One more light kiss to her silky forehead.