Free Redeemed (The Dark Redemption Series Book 2) by Lane Hart

slide of her wet tongue on the underside of my cock.
    “Uh! Uh! Uh!” I grunt through my clenched teeth with each pump, the pressure of my building orgasm nearly painful. My hips start lifting my ass clear off the bed, desperate to get to her incredible mouth.
    Blair doesn’t help me control myself. She sticks her tongue out farther so more of that perfect wetness laps at my swollen shaft with each pass. The urge to stand up, grab her head with both hands and fuck her mouth is so strong I nearly give in. But then I remember all the times I was the one on the floor, hands in my hair, having my mouth fucked while I gagged and tried to push him away. Blair deserves better than that. She’s a brave, beautiful girl, because she fought back with Roger when I was a coward who never did. Because I’m a depraved asshole, one who enjoyed the quid pro quo I knew I would eventually get at the expense of my foster brother or sister. That’s mostly why I hated my foster father, because he molded us into his little perverts to the point that we had sex with each other even when he wasn’t around to watch or direct us. Then, it was how I earned money for food and shelter the first few days after I ran away.
    “Fuck!” I shout, jumping to my feet and crossing the room where my right fist meets the wall.
    The bathroom door crashes open. “What the hell was that?” Brede asks, dripping wet with a towel wrapped around his hips as he looks back and forth between me and Blair, who is still on her knees.
    “Sorry,” I say to him or to her, maybe both.
    “You okay?” he walks over and asks Blair, helping her to her feet. I don’t hear her response. I’m too busy trying to block the disgusting images of my past from my head as I escape into the now empty bathroom.
    …
    Brede
                  “Tell me what happened,” I order Blair as I pull her to her feet. When she doesn’t say anything, I nearly yell out in frustration at her silence after my brother’s fist just plowed into the hotel wall. If she stops talking to me again, I’ll lose my shit.
                  “I…I don’t know,” she eventually answers once Aden storms into the bathroom and shuts the door. “We were…and he was…then he just suddenly jumped out like I did something wrong.”
    “What were you doing?” I ask, equal parts curious and jealous. Not that I have any reason to be jealous. It’s my own damn fault for urging her to fool around with him. I’m such a fucking idiot.
    “Um, I guess you could say it was almost a blowjob,” she replies.
    “Almost?” I ask with an eyebrow arched skeptically.
    “I wasn’t touching him, but my breasts were, and then he let his…tip graze my tongue. I thought he liked it, but I guess not.”
    “Don’t worry, baby,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her. “I promise it’s not you. Just…be patient with him.”
    “You sure you don’t mind?” she asks, winding her arms around my waist.
    “Of course, I mind,” I tell her. Even now, after I was the one suggesting she seduce him, I want to yank my brother up by his neck and punch him in the face.
    “But you said…”
    “I know,” I grumble, my fingers yanking on a handful of my own hair. “Don’t worry about me. I can handle it. He deserves something…good in his life. Someone like you,” I tell Blair, relaxing a smidge when I brush my lips over her temple.
    “Someone like me ?” she exclaims, pulling away from me. “I’m the whole reason his life was shit!”
    “No, you’re not,” I tell her back as she wanders aimlessly around the room. “What are you looking for?”
    “My clothes,” she replies.
    Heading back into the bathroom, Aden’s in the shower when I snatch up my clothes and the dress and panties Blair was wearing yesterday.
    “You okay?” I call out to my brother.
    “Yeah, fine,” he mutters, sounding the opposite.
    “Here, baby,” I tell Blair when I walk back into the hotel room, offering her