resist.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I couldn’t help watching him hungrily as he undressed. Even though I had done my best to memorize every contour of his gorgeous body, my mind hadn’t been able to fully capture his perfection. The sound of his belt slithering against the material of his slacks as he pulled it off made me shiver. It reminded me of the punishment he had promised. He was right: I did like a little pain. I wasn’t a masochist, but I found a taste of it provided a sweet release; it commanded my full attention, denying my mind the freedom to wander. My tongue darted out to wet my lips in anticipation. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough. Clayton’s admission that he was hurting from denial as well was a small comfort.
I had hoped he would strip completely, but he kept his boxers on. That was probably best for both of us, really. I didn’t think I could withstand any more sexual torment. My twin bed was almost too small for us to both fit on it, but I didn’t mind. It just meant that Clayton had to hold me closer. He settled his hard body behind mine, pulling me back against his chest. I sighed when I felt his erection against my ass. But there was nothing for it; I knew Clayton wouldn’t be moved, and trying to tempt him further would only land me in more trouble.
Despite the intensity of my unfulfilled lust, alcohol, exhaustion, and Clayton’s comforting embrace caused me to drop off to sleep almost instantly.
“Get the fuck off my sister!” Greg’s furious roar jerked me awake. The weak light of early dawn was only just slanting through the windows, but I could clearly make out my brother’s livid expression. “I knew you liked to whore around, Rose, but Jesus! You fucked this prick? In our apartment?!”
My mouth dropped open as my mind struggled to process the fact that the cruel, cutting words were coming from my baby brother’s lips. I was used to hearing similar insults from my mom, but not him. Never him.
Clayton was on his feet in an instant, his fluid, assured movements recalling the lunge of a predatory beast. Greg’s back was against the wall, Clayton’s hand fisted in his shirt as he pinned him in place. “I’ve warned you about talking to her that way.” He used the same cool tone he had turned on the drunken boys the night before. It was undeniably chilling. “I’m going to let you off this time because it was inappropriate for me to stay here. But know that next time I will break your arm. No matter what Rose wants. You don’t deserve her protection. Do you understand me?”
Greg looked pissed, but a shadow of fear flitted across his face. He remembered how easily Clayton had taken him down before. “Yes,” he hissed angrily. “But I don’t want to see you in my apartment again.”
Clayton pinned him with a hard stare for a long moment, allowing Greg’s nervous tension to grow. “You have the right to request that,” he said finally. “But if I hear that you’re mistreating her, you’ll find me breathing down your neck wherever you go.”
He released Greg abruptly, and my brother sagged back against the wall. Clayton’s threat was clearly going to be taken seriously.
To my dismay, Clayton began pulling on his slacks.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, disappointment lacing my tone.
His eyes softened when they met mine. “I’ve agreed to honor your brother’s request.” He pulled on his suit jacket, looking as sharp as ever. The only sign of untidiness was his mussed hair, and that only made him look sexier.
He leaned down into me, his hand closing firmly around the nape of my neck as he crushed his lips to mine. His tongue plundered my mouth, a physical demonstration of his possession of my body. When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for breath.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said firmly, shooting Greg a pointed glance as he spoke. Out of
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I couldn’t help watching him hungrily as he undressed. Even though I had done my best to memorize every contour of his gorgeous body, my mind hadn’t been able to fully capture his perfection. The sound of his belt slithering against the material of his slacks as he pulled it off made me shiver. It reminded me of the punishment he had promised. He was right: I did like a little pain. I wasn’t a masochist, but I found a taste of it provided a sweet release; it commanded my full attention, denying my mind the freedom to wander. My tongue darted out to wet my lips in anticipation. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough. Clayton’s admission that he was hurting from denial as well was a small comfort.
I had hoped he would strip completely, but he kept his boxers on. That was probably best for both of us, really. I didn’t think I could withstand any more sexual torment. My twin bed was almost too small for us to both fit on it, but I didn’t mind. It just meant that Clayton had to hold me closer. He settled his hard body behind mine, pulling me back against his chest. I sighed when I felt his erection against my ass. But there was nothing for it; I knew Clayton wouldn’t be moved, and trying to tempt him further would only land me in more trouble.
Despite the intensity of my unfulfilled lust, alcohol, exhaustion, and Clayton’s comforting embrace caused me to drop off to sleep almost instantly.
“Get the fuck off my sister!” Greg’s furious roar jerked me awake. The weak light of early dawn was only just slanting through the windows, but I could clearly make out my brother’s livid expression. “I knew you liked to whore around, Rose, but Jesus! You fucked this prick? In our apartment?!”
My mouth dropped open as my mind struggled to process the fact that the cruel, cutting words were coming from my baby brother’s lips. I was used to hearing similar insults from my mom, but not him. Never him.
Clayton was on his feet in an instant, his fluid, assured movements recalling the lunge of a predatory beast. Greg’s back was against the wall, Clayton’s hand fisted in his shirt as he pinned him in place. “I’ve warned you about talking to her that way.” He used the same cool tone he had turned on the drunken boys the night before. It was undeniably chilling. “I’m going to let you off this time because it was inappropriate for me to stay here. But know that next time I will break your arm. No matter what Rose wants. You don’t deserve her protection. Do you understand me?”
Greg looked pissed, but a shadow of fear flitted across his face. He remembered how easily Clayton had taken him down before. “Yes,” he hissed angrily. “But I don’t want to see you in my apartment again.”
Clayton pinned him with a hard stare for a long moment, allowing Greg’s nervous tension to grow. “You have the right to request that,” he said finally. “But if I hear that you’re mistreating her, you’ll find me breathing down your neck wherever you go.”
He released Greg abruptly, and my brother sagged back against the wall. Clayton’s threat was clearly going to be taken seriously.
To my dismay, Clayton began pulling on his slacks.
“You’re leaving?” I asked, disappointment lacing my tone.
His eyes softened when they met mine. “I’ve agreed to honor your brother’s request.” He pulled on his suit jacket, looking as sharp as ever. The only sign of untidiness was his mussed hair, and that only made him look sexier.
He leaned down into me, his hand closing firmly around the nape of my neck as he crushed his lips to mine. His tongue plundered my mouth, a physical demonstration of his possession of my body. When he finally pulled away, I was gasping for breath.
“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said firmly, shooting Greg a pointed glance as he spoke. Out of
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