CHAPTER 2: SCREAMING FOR BROTHER'S BEST FRIENDEDEN’S POVHis tongue plunged into my mouth, hot and demanding, tasting of tequila and sin. One hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back, while the other slid down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the hard, thick line of his cock through his jeans, pressed against my stomach. A moan, raw and unbidden, tore from my throat, and my hands flew to his shoulders to cling to him.This was wrong. This was so profoundly, catastrophically wrong. And it was the most right my body had felt in years.“We can’t,” I gasped, tearing my mouth away, my chest heaving.“We already are,” he growled, his lips moving to my neck, sucking a mark into the sensitive skin just below my ear. “My car. Now.”“My mom’s house,” I blurted out, the words a delirious, crazy offering. “She’s asleep. Downstairs.”The drive was a blur of frantic, clumsy hands under clo
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