moment. You’re…evil.” He grinned.
Jordan parted her legs, letting him see. Letting him look at exactly what he did to her. “I need you, Gar.”
Her voice wavered when she said it, her throat itchy like she was about to cry.
“Fuck.” He said it like a plea to heaven.
“Yes, please.”
She touched his hand and he bent over her, moving between her thighs. Not entering her, but letting the ridge of his hard-on press her clit. His kiss was soft at first. And she melted into it.
This was really going to happen.
Chapter Thirteen
When he slid into her, one easy slow thrust, she felt that catch in her throat. Her eyes threatened to spill over but she swallowed hard to stave it off.
Gareth caught her look and kissed one eyelid and then the other as he started to thrust—slow and controlled and so, so good.
Jordan wrapped her legs around his waist, held his shoulders in her hands and felt the heat of his blood and muscle and skin.
“Don’t cry, Jojo. I love you.”
It was all mixed up together. That love you. They’d loved each other forever, but this was different. And him being him being inside of her, moving over her, kissing her…it made the reality of it huge and looming.
“Gareth,” she said and kissed him because there was too much behind that word to say. She simply didn’t have the words.
Her tongue touched his as he drove deeper, his cock nudging all the places in her that needed the pressure the most. The base of his cock banged her clit over and over so that her pulse filled her neck and her ears. Her fingers tingled and her skin—oh her skin, felt so tight and too small, like she might burst right out of herself soon.
“I’m not going to last long.” His lips were pressed right up to her ear and the warmth of his breath sent a tingling shiver down her neck and up under her hair. Her scalp prickled and she gasped.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long fucking time. Dreaming about it.”
“Wishing about it,” she filled in.
“Yes.” Gareth shoved his hands under her ass and tilted her just a touch. He tipped her so he could drive deeper, the wet and slippery sounds of their fucking filled the small still room.
“Hoping for it,” she babbled. Jordan moved up just a hair, making the tip of him brush those tender nerve endings clustered deep inside her pussy. Her womb felt hot and swollen, her nipples so hard and sensitive that the brush of his skin over hers was nearly unbearable. But so good she moved against his chest intentionally.
“Yes.” His fingers gripped her bottom so hard she feared bruises. Dark fingerprint bruised so match the light freckling of purple on her ass cheeks from her spanking.
As if reading her mind, her brother chose that moment to pinch her. She came. A sudden and violent release that had her clutching at him with her hands and her ankles. She held him tightly to her as the orgasm rode her. It’s grip was strong and intense and she heard herself muttering words and she had no idea what they were.
Gareth slammed into her hard, the sounds of her own peak had done him in and he was muttering under his breath as the need overrode his control. “You just undid me, Jordan,” he growled.
His big hands spanned her hipbones, pinning her flat to the floor. She couldn’t move and surrendered to his mercy and his need. She had become a willing receptacle for his urges. His teeth, white and sharp, latched onto her shoulder and he bit her just enough to make her hiss. One more thrust and he was coming, his forehead pressed to her breast, his body shaking with the force.
Silence.
Gareth pressed his lips to her skin. He licked the fine sheen of sweat there and whispered, “Salty.”
“My God,” she said.
“I know.”
He was still buried in her, his cock softening but very present. He moved a bit and a small echo of pleasure sounded in her cunt. Jordan made a soft noise and Gareth rotated his hips a little to make her do it again.
He buried his