Semua Bab FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Bab 41 - Bab 50

I felt my face flush hot as I sat there, the memories of Landon washing over me in overwhelming waves. Maeve and Tess both leaned forward, their eyes wide with curiosity and a touch of excitement."I...I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, pressing my palms to my burning cheeks. But the heat had already crept up my neck, turning my face a deep crimson."Kasey Marie Starling!" Maeve exclaimed, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Spill! We need details!"I squeezed my legs together under the table, trying to quell the ache building between them at the very thought of him. God, the way he'd touched me, teased me, pushed me to the brink of madness again and again..."I'm not doing that," I mumbled, but even I could hear the weakness in my voice. The truth was, I couldn't get the feel of his hands on my skin out of my head. The sound of his voice, low and rough, telling me exactly what he wanted to do to me. The way he'd held me down, claiming me, branding me as

Before he could open his mouth, Tyler was on his feet. "I’ll do it. Reaper looks like he’s enjoying his stew. Come on, short stuff."He ruffled my hair as he passed like I was five.My smile froze halfway up my cheeks. It felt brittle immediately, like if someone tapped it, it would crack off my face and clatter onto the table.I flicked my eyes toward Landon, silently begging him to say something. To stop Tyler and accompany me instead. But he was avoiding my eyes. Didn't even spare me a glance."Let’s go, Kase," Tyler said with a little head tilt toward the hallway when he saw my hesitation. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ty."I followed him out of the dining room, my shoulders slumping in defeat. The hallway to the basement door wasn’t even that long, but somehow it felt like I was being marched down a mile-long walk of shame. Every step made me wonder why I’d agreed to this in the first place.If only I’d kept my hands to myself. Then I’d still be sitting next to Landon, and he wouldn’t be

I cried out at the sudden intrusion, my back arching off the bed as I tried to adjust to the new sensations."Fuck," he groaned, his hips snapping forward as he bottomed out inside me. "You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight and wet for me."I could only whimper in response, my walls clenching down around him as he began to move. He set a slow, steady pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into me with a force that shook the bed.It was rough and hard and overwhelming, his cock driving into me with a punishing rhythm that left me dizzy and breathless. I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me, stretching me open and filling me up in a way that felt so sweet and painful at the same time. The thrill of it, the sheer wrongness of him fucking me in my childhood bed while my family slept just down the hall, sent another wave of slick heat between my legs. He groaned, feeling it."You love this, don’t you?" he rasped, his pace quickening and becoming more frantic.

By the time I reached the clubhouse, Leo was already there, leaning against the wall, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He barely spared me a nod before pushing the door open and slipping inside, forcing me to follow.We found a secluded corner and I sank into a worn armchair. Leo slid into the chair across from me, crushing his cigarette against the ashtray with a sharp twist of his wrist."Long morning?"He asked quietly, his eyes flicking to mine, like he didn’t really expect an answer."You could say that." I signaled to the prospect hovering near the bar. "Whiskey. The strongest shit you’ve got. Neat."Leo just shook his head. "Just water for me." The kid nodded and scurried offI stared at him. "You’re twenty-two. Order a fucking drink. It’s on me.""Not a fan," he said, his gaze drifting around the room, anywhere but at me.The prospect returned with our drinks, but he wasn’t alone. Kendra was right behind him, a bottle of whiskey in her hand and a sickeningly sweet smile

The smell of fake butter and disinfectant lingered in the air, a greasy mix that only made the pounding in my chest worse. I handed over a ridiculous amount of money for a tub of popcorn big enough to feed a small village, trying to pretend my hands weren’t trembling just a little."Extra butter and a large root beer, please," I said, my voice sounding unnaturally bright.Leo hovered beside me, a confused but pleasantly surprised expression on his face. "How did you know I love root beer?"I froze for a fraction of a second, my fingers tightening on my wallet. Shit. I’d ordered on autopilot, reciting the order I’d heard him ask for a hundred times. Back when I used to trail after him everywhere, orbiting him like some sad little satellite, hoping he’d turn around and really see me for once. "Lucky guess," I chirped, shoving my wallet back into my purse. "You just seem like a root beer guy."He took the bucket from me, his knuckles brushing mine. The contact was brief and neutral, bu