Page 227 of Broken Brothers

“And now that he’s gone, there’s nothing between me and you,” she said.

She came close enough that she rested her hands on my thigh. She didn’t place them right on my cock, but she let her weight move forward enough that she brushed on the tip of them with her closest fist.

“So tell me, Chance Hunt,” she said, her voice the hottest whisper I had ever seen before. “What do you want to get out of tonight, hmm? What do you want that has you coming to meet me outside the bar with the kind of aggression I can only dream of a man having?”

I turned in the booth to her and again placed my hand on her chin. I admittedly had several great lines that I could have said right there. But there was something that would have said it better than any words could have, an action that would have addressed her question.

Don’t do it, you idiot. She’s not the girl you love. She’s not the girl you love. She’s not—

I ignored the voice in my head. I pulled her chin closer to mine.

And then, after a decade of waiting, I finally got to kiss Sarah Hill again.

Man, did she taste fucking great. She’d improved as a kisser, that much was for goddamn sure. It wasn’t like I could remember what kind of a kisser she was like when we were just young kids, but right now, she was one of the best goddamn kissers I’d ever had in my life. The perfect combination of sensual, aggressive, and erotic.

“Oh, Chance,” she murmured.

This just encouraged me to kiss her harder as I pulled into me. I ran my left hand up her thigh, my right around her back, as I teased going right up to her pussy… but stopping just short.

“Oh my God,” she said.

Only then, only then did she pull back. But instead of being satiated, she looked like she was even hungrier than before. She was even more desperate to have me.

“That’s a kiss I’ve been waiting for,” she said. “I can’t believe you made me wait on Saturday.”

“Who doesn’t like a good chase?” I said with a smirk, ignoring the fact that I had never had any intentions of making her chase me—or that, in some ways, I’d been chasing her and the ideal of her for over a decade.

“Damn,” she said.

She pulled me in for another kiss, and by now, I knew I had the deal sealed. I just had to go through the motions now before we went back to my place. As far as ways to make up for Layla…

The girl you still have feelings for. The girl you said you were going to go all-in for.

Is it really all-in if you get dumped by her and then fuck an old fling in the span of one day?

“But for real,” she said. “This is like seeing two different Chances! You on Saturday and you tonight. What the hell changed? How did I get the good Chance?”

“Are you saying Saturday was the boring Chance?”

“No!” she said, giggling. “No, it’s just, it’s just—”

“You’re cute when you squirm,” I said confidently. She practically melted at my words. “I just was cautious on Saturday is all. It, admittedly, hurt a lot when things ended all those years ago, and even when I saw you a few years ago in between summers, you weren’t very interested in making things work. So when I saw you Saturday, I wanted to go slow and make sure that you were serious about this. But now that we’re here, I’m going to go all-in. Just… had to clear the concern is all.”

“Have I addressed that concern?” she said dryly.

I just smiled and ran my hand up her thigh, brushing over—but not yet going under—her underwear. Her face gasped in pleasure.

“Have I answered your question?” I said right back.

It was like I had her on a yo-yo and I could command her to do whatever I wanted. Never mind that everything you just said was bullshit. Never mind that you actually were seeing someone else. Never mind that you’re not yet over that person.

And do you really think that Layla has moved on that quickly? She came back to you after everything with her uncle. Do you think she just snapped her fingers and said “that’s it?” Do you really think you wouldn’t get another chance if you tried to get it?

The voice in my head that I needed to go back to Layla wasn’t getting quieter the further I got with Sarah; it was actually getting louder. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I needed to take some time off and come back to Sarah if she came here in the summer.

But then Sarah came over and put her hand on my crotch, stiffening my cock in a matter of seconds, and those concerns went right out the window.

“Look,” I said. “I’m not a particularly patient gentleman. I can be, but when I see opportunity, I believe in seizing it at all costs. You and I, right now, are not going to be able to remainin these clothes even if we remain here. You have the body of a goddess, and I must worship the goddess and give her the proper respect and prayers. What’s say you and I bust out of here so that I can get on my knees and perform some rituals to show my worship?”