Page 91 of Broken Brothers

I pushed my pants down, belt still on, as my hardness emerged. Claire reached down and began stroking it, but I wasn’t here for that. I turned her around, pressed her onto the kitchen table, and inserted myself.

“Oh! Chance…”

I just grabbed her hips and slammed mine into hers. I don’t know if she was expecting this, but she sure seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it—the way my hips pushed into her ass, the way her breasts flopped under her, the way the table shook and the entire floor seemed to move as if an earthquake had struck.

Clothes littered the floor. I still had my pants around my ankles and my shoes on. I kicked them off as I continued to dig as deep as I could, feeling her tighten around me, her pussy so wet and warm. Oh, how she began pulsating. Oh, how she let out cries, saying my name like she was begging me to come in her. Oh, how she couldn’t control herself.

Good. I wanted to control everything. Claire got pleasure out of this but not control—she was in my hands and my hands alone. There was no room for two people to decide how this went.

When I’d had enough of her, I spun her around and pressed my mouth onto hers. I reached my fingers down inside her and aggressively fingered her, drawing heavy moans and a face so red I actually wondered for a second if she might pass out. I slowed down, but in a rare moment of aggression from her, she grabbed my hand and forced me to go back to the speed I was at. Needless to say, she didn’t have to do this twice for me.

We stumbled our way to her couch, tumbling onto the body of it as she rode me. Oh, did she ride me like a woman possessed by a demon. I didn’t think Claire had this in her. She wasn’t like this, grinding her hips on mine, moving so aggressively I thought she might break me, even after I had made her come.

Which, I soon realized, was what was happening at that moment as her nails dug into my pecs. She was sure to be leaving marks the next day, but like a warrior returning from battle with scars to prove his courage, I felt like I might just walk around shirtless all day to show what I had earned. She screamed andher hair turned into a hot mess, covering her face, just barely concealing her eyes.

Oh, Claire McLendon!

The tightening of her pussy around me started to push me to the edge, and I pulled out just in time to finish into her mouth. She eagerly swallowed me until I had nothing left inside, and when I finished, she came up, laughed, and kissed me.

“Hi, Chance,” she said.

It only occurred to me then I hadn’t even said a word when I walked in.

“Oh, hi,” I said, laughing. “I guess I should have said something when I showed up, huh?”

“Mmm, nah,” she said. “I knew it was you. And it was so fucking hot this way. Oh my God, do you know how long I’ve begged for a man to do that?”

Too long, I suspect.But I was feeling awfully tired and just couldn’t say anything more. The flights, the night before, the raging, uncontrolled sex had finally come to a head. I could barely keep my eyes awake.

“I guess it felt good,” was all I could muster out.

“You’re telling me,” Claire said. “I needed this. One of our employees quit today. I don’t know how it’s going to work out.”

I clammed up immediately. I hated when Claire did this. She needed to separate work and pleasure… or I needed to stop sleeping with her.

After a round like that, though? There was no fucking way.

“You have no idea, you and Morgan saved my company.”

“Yeah,” I said.

But I was beginning to realize this went beyond just a simple evaluation of the company. This wasn’t just about if $500,000 covered 20 percent or 22 percent. This was literally the difference between them going under and them staying alive, possibly finding greater success at the end of the tunnel.

The fact that an employee quit told me that if there was success to be had at the end of the tunnel, it was a long fucking tunnel to go. No longer could I safely say that our investment in Rising Sun was a smart one. It was only smart in so far as that it gave me practice before I reached out to Virtual Realty, but was that needed? Did we still need Rising Sun?

The ghost of Edwin Hunt didn’t just haunt my day to day life. It haunted my decision making. Some choices were easy, like how to treat other people.

But ethics and what was right and what was wrong, I was realizing, was an awfully slippery slope. Maybe even Edwin had started this way—he’d been a good person who made a couple of questionable decisions, and that soon snowballed into even worse ones before making him the man he was today.

I didn’t like the idea that I could disassociate myself from Edwin Hunt and still be like him.

But I also didn’t like the idea of not doing anything with our investment that was not technically complete if I knew that it was, undeniably, a bad decision.

“I like you, Chance,” Claire said. “You’re just what I need right now, and you’re an honest, good person.”

I wanted to say that was true. I wanted to believe I lived up to that. And for right now, I could say I did.

But would it remain the same in a month’s time? Could I still look myself in the mirror when it came time to deposit the funds into Claire’s account, knowing I was fucking over Morgan? And for that matter, could I handle the situation with her and Layla fairly without hurting one of them?