Page 16 of Endlessly Yours (The Wilder Brothers #10)

“Part of me hoped you weren’t wearing panties. The rest of me is damn happy you were considering there were other men in that room.”

“Possessive, are you?” Rory asked as she ran her hands up and down my chest.

“You haven’t seen the half of it.”

I took her mouth again before I ran my hand around her thigh and my thumb over her sweet heat.

She shivered in my arms, and I smiled against her.

“Look at you. Your panties are already damp. Is this for me? Is your pussy wet because of me? Tell me the truth.”

“Only you. You know that.”

“Good.” I bit her jaw as she pulled my shirt up so she could run her hands up and down my back, touching skin.

I let out a groan at her touch and let her explore as I slid my thumb over her cotton-covered slit.

“Do you want my mouth or my cock. How do you want to come, baby?” I asked, my dick so hard that I knew I’d have indentions from the zipper later.

“I’m greedy. I want both.”

I shifted my other hand so it wrapped around her neck, my thumb lifting her chin up so I could meet her gaze.

“You are greedy. What if I want your mouth? Are you good at sucking cock, baby? Would you mind being on your knees, getting a little rug burn there as I slide my cock in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours?”

I had always talked dirty in bed. It was what I liked. I could barely remember if I had talked dirty that first night. But from the way that Rory’s pupils dilated, she liked it.

And I wasn’t about to stop.

“From what I can remember of your cock, I don’t think it’s all going to fit down my throat,” she teased.

“Such a good girl. We’d find a way to make it work. A little training and you could swallow my dick. I promise you.”

Her eyes darkened even more, and I leaned down to capture her lips.

“Maybe next time. Because I want to come inside that pussy of yours. You okay with that?”

She nodded. “I don’t have a condom,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry. I do.”

I had been carrying one with me ever since that kiss in the closet before. Because I was a damn asshole who couldn’t keep my thoughts to myself. Even though I told myself I wasn’t going to touch her again. It was all a lie. It had to be.

She pulled up my shirt again, and I took a step back, pulling it off my body with one quick motion.

“Is this what you want?

She nodded. “It’s about time.”

I grinned before pulling at the top of her dress. The snaps popped open, and I held the arms of the dress down so it pinned her slightly.

“Look at you, having trouble moving, and your breasts are just here for me. I can do whatever I want with them. Are you going to let me do what I want with them?” I asked.

She nodded tightly, her eyes wide.

“That’s a good girl.” I moved forward, rolling her nipples between my forefinger and thumb over her barely there, thin bra. “So sensitive. Can you come by someone just sucking on your nipples?”

She shook her head. “I can barely come with sex anyway.”

She ducked her head as she said it, and I frowned. “You came that night. I don’t remember much, but I remember that,” I whispered, cupping her breasts with my hands.

She met my gaze again. “That was the only time.”

I cursed under my breath. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure you come. More than once.”

We were in a damn office where anybody could walk by and hear us, and our pizza was probably burning somewhere or getting cold if Kendall’s team took care of it, and I didn’t fucking care. I just needed her mouth, needed her .

And this time, it didn’t feel like a betrayal. This time, it felt like something I wanted. Needed.

Because I’d been truthful with East. I was still grieving my wife, but I didn’t mourn her every second of every day.

And I couldn’t stay away from Rory.

I kissed her again before I undid the clasp of her bra, leaving her breasts bare to my sight.

I leaned forward, sucking one nipple into my mouth as I played with the other one with my hand. She moaned into me, and I paid special attention to her other breast, loving the way that her soft pink nipples darkened into red points.

“Like little cherries, I love plucking them,” I whispered against her soft flesh. Her breasts were more than a handful, and I had big hands, and I couldn’t wait to fuck them sometime.

Because yes, despite everything that I had said and thought before, I did not want this to be the only time.

Without saying another word, I went to my knees and pushed up her dress. She had on red cotton panties, and I groaned, loving the way that I could scent her arousal.

“So beautiful,” I murmured. And I leaned forward, sliding her panties to the side to bare her pussy.

She had shaved, all smooth and bare and wet.

So I leaned forward and licked her once, twice, and before I could even hover over her clit more than once, she came, nearly falling off the edge of the desk as she did.

I leaned forward, sucking at her clit, wanting to enhance the pleasure.

“Brooks!” she nearly shouted, and I looked up at her from between her legs.

“People can hear, baby girl. Be quiet.”

She nodded, eyes wide, as I continued to suck at her pussy.

Needing her, I stood up, pulled out my condom, and shoved down my pants to my knees. It wasn’t going to be pretty, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes?” I asked, needing her to say it.

She nodded.

“The words, baby. I need the words.”

“Yes,” she whispered.

So I sheathed myself in a condom as her eyes widened again.

“I thought the piercings were just in my head,” she breathed.

I looked down at them and grinned.

“No, they’re all for you.”

“Oh,” she squeaked softly, eyes wide.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

I looked down between us and spit, loving the way that she gasped.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

And as I pressed myself against her entrance, I put one arm on her hip, the other wrapping her hair around my fist.

“Are you ready?”

“Just fuck me already,” she sputtered, and I laughed as I shoved into her with one thrust.

She was so tight that my knees nearly buckled, but I stood there for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of me.

“Oh. I can feel… everything.”

“I got you. Are you ready?” I asked softly.

“Just move,” she groaned, rolling her hips.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered, both of us freezing for an instant at the words before I pushed them aside and pulled back out of her. As she whimpered, I slammed back home, and then we were moving, meeting thrust for thrust, the sounds in the room wet and full of heat.

She was so slick that it was easy to move in and out of her, her pussy tight enough to clamp around my cock.

I wasn’t going to last long, even though I wanted to, but we didn’t have time. So I moved my hand from her hair, slid it between us, and rubbed my thumb over her clit.

When she shot off again, her eyes meeting mine, I captured her shout with my mouth, hoping nobody heard, as I shoved deep one more time, coming to the point that I could barely see straight.

Part of me wanted to ditch the condom, to fill her, to brand her.

And I knew that primitive part of me needed to shut the fuck up and go away.

But it was all I could do just to hold her as my cock twitched inside her, and we both stood there. We both lay into one another, panting, sweaty, knowing everything had changed.