FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

"You’re sure?" I asked quietly, one last time."Yes," she breathed out. "I want you, Landon."My thumb found her swollen clit and I circled it slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes slammed shut and her head fell back against the car seat. A ragged moan tore from her lips and I covered her mouth with mine again, swallowing the sound and kissing her deeply while my fingers kept working. She was soaked. So ready it made my head spin. I slid my middle finger down through all that wet heat and paused right at her entrance.She jerked in my arms. "Landon… fuck …""I’ve got you," I said against her mouth, barely hanging on to my own control. I pushed in just the tip. Jesus Christ. The tight, hot clutch of her was almost enough to make me come in my pants. "Fuck, you feel… you’re perfect."Her inner muscles fluttered around my finger. She was panting now and her hips rocked against my finger trying to take me deeper. I obliged and sank my finger into her fully. Her back arched, a

"No, no, no," My hands shook as I reached for him. "Landon, look at me. Please."He wasn’t moving at all.Panic rose in my chest. His blood was everywhere; on my hands, on his shirt, on the seat. What if he passed out? What if he wasn’t breathing? What if he was… dead?"No," I whispered, my voice breaking as I grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly. "Landon, please. Wake up. Please don’t do this."My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I couldn’t lose him like this. No. I was not going to let that happen. "Please," I whispered, shaking him gently. "Just open your eyes."His eyes fluttered and found mine."Kasey." He whispered. A breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding rushed out of me and my whole body sagged with relief."You’ve been shot." My voice cracked as I looked at him. "You’re bleeding. We have to—""Get out," he rasped. "Run. Go somewhere safe.""I’m not leaving you." Hot tears streamed down my face as I pressed my hands over the wound. Blood soaked through my f

Landon's POV It wasn't until fifteen hours later that I woke up after the surgery. The anesthesia hadn't knocked me out completely during the operation, so pieces of it were still burned into my memory. I remembered the bright lights above me, the cold metal table under my back and the surgeons muttering as they worked on the bullet hole under my ribs. Hearing them talk about it, about how bad it was, made it impossible to drift off. I forced myself to stay conscious, clinging to the only thing that kept me grounded; thoughts of Kasey. But once they finally stitched me up, my body gave out.The last thing I remember before everything went dark was asking about her. I wanted to see her right then. The nurses said she was waiting outside the operating room, but my eyes wouldn’t stay open.Now, as I blinked in the dim hospital light, she wasn’t there. The bed next to me was empty, and the chair in the corner was empty too.Had those assholes who were chasing us found her? Or worse, ha

Landon's POVI pulled the truck up to Tyler’s driveway just before midnight. My side burned like someone had a hot poker pressed into it, but I didn’t give a shit. We’d made it. That was all that mattered.The drive itself had been a special kind of torture. Kasey’s morning sickness—though at this point it was more like all-day-and-night sickness—had us pulling over every twenty minutes so she could throw up on the side of the road. Each stop dragged the trip out longer and longer, and with every mile my side hurt so hard but neither of us complained. We just kept going.Somewhere a few miles back we’d forced ourselves to stop at a shitty little diner. Neither of us was really hungry, but we knew we needed something in our stomachs. Kasey only managed to eat half of her food but she kept it down, and after the day we’d had, that felt like a small victory.Now here we were, standing on Tyler’s porch in the dark. Kasey reached out and pressed the doorbell again and the chime echoed insi

Kasey’s POV The cool press of Tess’s palms against my stomach was the only thing keeping me from spiraling.I was lying flat on my bed with my shirt pushed up just under my breasts, leaving the small curve of my belly exposed. Tess had rubbed some sweet almond oil between her palms, and now she slowly worked the oil into my skin. Her hands moved in slow, gentle circles, spreading the warmth across my stomach. The soft smell of the oil filled the room and made everything feel a little calmer.I closed my eyes and let myself focus on that feeling. The room stayed quiet except for the soft sound of her hands moving over my skin and the clock ticking on the wall. For a moment, everything else faded into the background. The attack and the chaos waiting outside this door felt far away."You need to relax," Tess said quietly as her hands kept moving. "You’ve been tense all day."I let out a small breath and stared at the ceiling. "I’m trying," I said. "It’s just hard not to think about ever