Free Behind the Tears (Behind the Lives) by Marita A. Hansen Page B

at?”
    “I just like the way you yank my pants.” He lifted his butt so she could pull them off.
    She flung them behind her, then jumped off the bed and started undressing. Once she was naked, she climbed on top of him and grabbed his T-shirt, yanking it up roughly and almost taking his head off in the process.
    He pushed her hands away. “I’ll do it.”
    She shrugged and started kissing his neck.
    “Lemme get my shirt off first,” he said.
    She leaned back on his stomach, causing him to grunt in pain. She pushed up onto her hands. “You alright?”
    He shook his head. “My stomach hurts. Turn around and I’ll take ya from behind.”
    She got off him and lay on her side. He removed his shirt then reached into his bedside cabinet, grabbing a condom. He ripped it open and slid it on, then moved up behind her and slowly inched inside, straining to stop himself from coming. When she didn’t complain, he started up a rhythm, making sure he was gentle after he’d unintentionally hurt her the first time. Damn, she was tight. He grabbed one of her hips, wandering whether she’d also let him take her up the—
    He jumped as a car door slammed. Must be Sledge, he thought. He kissed Juliet’s shoulder and continued to move, determined to make it last longer this time. Last night had been embarrassing. He’d barely managed to get inside before he’d come. But, to be fair, he’d been amped up from watching a porno with Sledge earlier, so when Sledge had gone out, he was desperate for release and Juliet was just so damned convenient. Plus, he’d always been curious what it would be like to do her.
    The front door closed, and the thud of boots neared his room. Definitely Sledge. His mate didn’t know the definition of quiet, always slamming things and thumping around the place regardless if people were trying to catch some shut-eye or not.
    Juliet grabbed his left hand and moved it to her breast. Corey moved it back to her hip. Man, he hoped Sledge had done well, because his mate would make a great prison guard. He was certainly big enough, and since Sledge had started working out with Naf’s neglected gym equipment he’d cut up real nice too. He’d seen the results when Sledge had undressed in front of him, his mate’s six-pack more than impressive. Corey was glad that at least Sledge was putting it to use, because his lazy, fat-arse of a brother hadn’t touched it since opening the box.
    Juliet moaned, and moved his hand back to her breast. Grimacing, Corey pulled it free and placed it on her hip again. He closed his eyes and pushed harder, wondering what Sledge was doing right now. He could hear him in the next room, probably undressing. Corey moaned.
    A few seconds later, footsteps approached his room. “Corey, you in there?” Sledge called out.
    “Yeah, but I’m also in your sister.” Corey yelped as Juliet pinched his leg hard.
    “Bastard!” Sledge kicked Corey’s door, then slammed his own.
    Corey swore under his breath. Wanting to apologise to Sledge, he pulled out of Juliet, but got shoved onto his back.
    Juliet climbed on top of him. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, otherwise I would kick your butt for saying that. Cos of your big mouth, Sledge is gonna be a right pain now.”
    “I know, so get offa me so I can smooth things over with him,” Corey said, knowing he didn’t have a shit show in hell of pushing her off, the girl packing more muscle in her arms than he had in his whole body.
    She leaned over him, making Corey wonder whether she was going to hit him, but instead she kissed his nose.
    “I s’pose it doesn’t matter,” she said. “He’ll hafta learn to deal with it since we’re an item now.”
    Corey’s face dropped. An item? He never asked her out, just for sex.
    She ran a finger over his brow. “Don’t look so worried, cutie. Things will work out.” She leaned down and kissed his lips.
    He remained stiff, but not in the right place. She ran a hand up and down his side as