로그인BLAKE I nodded slowly. "Yes." "I'm not sure," Blake admitted. "She was beaten up pretty badly, but if Marcus didn't mention sexual assault, I doubt it. He seemed very angry about everything they'd done to her, but he didn't mention any kind of sexual offenses." "She'll recover. She's one of the strongest people I know," I said with conviction, refusing to believe that my sister would be anything other than herself again. "She doesn't know about you two—" "Marcus will tell her when she's strong enough to understand," Blake cut in. "I doubt he'll continue to let her believe that he's that much of a jerk." He paused before adding, "On second thought, he's not exactly warm and friendly, but he isn't the type to deliberately hurt somebody either." Tears of gratitude began to fall down my cheeks. "I don't know how I'll ever repay all of you for what you've done. I was so afraid they'd kill her." "Maybe you can sleep without nightmares now," he answered in a rough voice as he put his h
BLAKE "Yes and no," I said carefully. "It's been thirteen years. Most of it is water that passed under the bridge a long time ago." "That's nonsense. It never ended. Sophia is the reason you don't get involved with more women." Sophia was the reason I wasn't involved with anyone at all. "She doesn't want to go back to that place again," I explained. "She's always thought of me as you, and understandably, she didn't like me very much." "Then change her mind," Marcus challenged. "You know you want to." "It's not that simple" "Yes. It is," Marcus cut in. "You take her to bed and make her feel good until she can't think clearly and you keep her that way. I'm pretty sure that's how our siblings ended up married." "I think it was a little more than that," I said unhappily, not really wanting to share that Sophia didn't want me for anything other than some physical enjoyment. "You can be pleasant when you want to, bro." "Give it up, Marcus." "Not until you do," he said in an annoyi
BLAKE I was still looking at the ceiling when the morning light came through the windows, still tracing the small patterns in the bedroom ceiling with the lamps turned on. All I truly knew at this moment was that I needed Sophia. The deep ache in my stomach wouldn't go away. I wouldn't marry you for that reason! I could still hear those words leaving her lovely mouth, but I couldn't process them. Moreover, I wasn't ready to believe them. If she wouldn't marry me if she was carrying a child, there was likely no chance at all that she'd agree to marry me. For any cause. Maybe I shouldn't have walked out. Maybe I should have just fucked her into submission, made her desire me just as much as I desired her. Maybe then she'd be hooked. Honestly, I wanted this constant longing to be shared, even if it felt rather terrible at the moment. I might have left feeling angry, but I certainly wasn't giving up. There was no way I could experience this alone. My phone buzzed on the nightstand
SOPHIA “I was not thinking clearly, Sophia. It is not your fault. I made a mistake,” he said in a low voice as he moved to sit against the headboard. The view of his bare body resting against the bed frame surprised me for a moment, and I had to turn my gaze away from him to gather my thoughts. I pulled the blankets over myself as I sat with my legs crossed in the center of the bed. “It is not only your duty,” I murmured. “I am not concerned. The chance of me becoming pregnant right now is fairly low.” “Why?” “Bad time,” I told him. “Well, you certainly do not have to worry about whether I am disease-free. The last woman I was with had never been with anyone before, and I have not been with another woman since then.” My head lifted quickly, and I knew I was staring at him with my mouth open, but I could not imagine… “Me?” I said in a high pitched voice. “Yes. Thirteen years ago.” I shook my head. It was not possible that a strong man like Blake had not been with anyone since
“I’ve wanted this for years, sweetheart. I’m not going to screw it up.” There wasn’t a damn thing he could do wrong. Not while he was touching me. His hands and mouth felt like liquid fire, and I was definitely combustible. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. “I can’t play anymore.” “I’m not messing around,” he rasped. “Everything about this moment is dead serious.” His thumb circled my clit, and then stroked hard over the bundle of nerves, setting off a series of moans I didn’t even try to control. I raised my hips, trying desperately to get more friction, more pressure. But he backed off, teasing me until I was nearly insane. “Now,” I demanded. He moved between my thighs, then bent my legs up and pushed them apart impatiently. “I haven’t tasted you in years. And you’re so damn sweet,” he rumbled right before he lowered his head and ran his tongue along my slit. I would have come off the bed if Blake hadn’t had a good grasp on me. “More. More.” I couldn’t handle the teasing another second.
He’d obviously heard me, and I knew I’d been screaming loud enough to wake the dead. “I’m sorry. Bad dream,” I told him reassuringly. “I’m fine now.”I could see him at the door, the light from the hallway backlighting his state of disarray. With only a pair of flannel pajama pants on, I could see the ripped muscles of his arms, chest, and stomach. He looked so solid and so strong, yet so endearing. His hair was spiking up in a few places, and he was frowning with concern.“You sure? You sounded like somebody was killing you.”“Debby,” I whispered aloud. “I was dreaming about my sister.”Blake moved into the room and partially closed the door so the light wasn’t blinding me. Then he sat down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard, and pulled my upper body against his.I took the comforting embrace and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the scorching heat of his skin against my cheek. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t,” he answered huskily. “I want to be here for you. I know you’re
GABE “There is no us, Gabe. It was temporary. We both knew that,” she said in a trembling voice. “I fucking care about you!” he yelled. “Doesn’t that mean anything to you?” “It means I’m sorry,” she said flatly. “I never meant to hurt you. But I need to be with James. Goodbye, Gabe.” He st
Chloe knew he was asking if she liked anal sex. She didn’t, and there was nothing that terrified her more than just the thought of being hurt that way. She had to calm her mind, focus on how Gabe was making her feel to stop herself from panicking. She did like the way he was gently sliding his fing
His honesty made her heart clench painfully. “I want it. I want everything,” she said softly. “I’ll give you all of me if you give me all of you.” “Deal.” The word came out of him fast, without hesitation. Chloe was done playing games. Gabe loved her body, and she was ready to give it to him comp
“I can tell when you’re overthinking things. Your eyebrows start to twitch,” he said, his voice warm with amusement. Chloe wasn’t sure whether to be flattered that he’d noticed her so closely or horrified that her eyebrows apparently had a mind of their own. “They do not,” she said defensively.







