Page 23 of Endlessly Yours (The Wilder Brothers #10)

“So fucking beautiful. Look how wet you are. Just for me?”

I nodded, mouth full of comforter as I gripped the bedding tightly.

And then he was licking my cunt, exploring me with his tongue.

He sucked on my clit, twisting his lips ever so slightly, nearly rocking me off the bed.

But he kept me steady, spreading me as he then buried his face in my ass, licking and sucking.

And when he dove back into my pussy with his tongue, I nearly came but curled my toes into my carpet, keeping myself steady.

He slowly probed my asshole with his fingers, using my own fluids to wetten them, but he didn’t push deeper in.

Aching, I pressed back, and he chuckled.

“I think you’re going to need to be a little more wet for this.” He spit at me, once, twice, over my asshole, and then he was probing me again, guiding one finger deep inside and then a second. He stretched me, and my toes spread, my whole body arching for him.

“One day, you’ll be ready for my cock, but not yet.”

He licked at my pussy again, and then I was coming, both of us groaning. Thankfully, his face was still between my legs, muffling the sound.

And before I could blink, his jeans were off, the sound of him undoing his belt nearly making me come again.

And when the feel of his piercing against my wet pussy nearly sent me over the edge again, I moaned.

“I know we said we were both clean, and you’re on birth control, but are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Please. Just fuck me,” I whispered.

“Damn straight.”

And then he was inside of me, the feel of him bare within me sending me over the edge. I could feel every single barbell touching that soft and sensitive spot deep inside. He froze, his fingers digging into my hips as I came, clenching around his cock.

And then he was moving, hard, fast, fucking me into the edge of the bed.

Before I could think, he was pulling out, and I was on my back, knees up to my shoulders, as he slid into me again.

“Look down in between us, look at me fucking you. This is you, me. No one else. Do you see that? Your pussy is begging for my cock, gripping it. Do you hear that? You’re so fucking wet. So turned on just by my cock.”

“It’s not just your cock,” I whispered, and he laughed, taking my mouth.

We both moved against one another, taking each other, my fingers dug into his shirt, and I realized he was still clothed, so I slid my hands up his back, clinging to him as he fucked me, both of us meeting gazes for once.

And, in that moment, his eyes darkened again, and he whispered my name against my lips before he came, filling me with his cum.

He lay above me, hovering so he didn’t crush me for a moment, as I swallowed hard.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” I whispered.

“Same. I thought I’d last a bit longer.” He kissed me softly on the mouth, once, twice, before gently playing with my breasts, as if absentmindedly just needing to touch me.

Tears pricked my gaze, and I knew this man could hurt me, but again, maybe he wouldn’t.

Maybe all would be okay.

“Let me get you cleaned up, baby girl. I think I left my mark on you.”

“Are you talking about bruises? Or the fact that I’m pretty sure I can feel your cum sliding out between my legs.”

He laughed roughly, shaking his head. “Next time, we’ll lay down a towel. As it is, somebody’s going to have to lay in the wet spot.”

I swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. Because that meant he was sleeping over.

Maybe this was just one more step.

We quickly cleaned each other up, and I removed my comforter, knowing I would have to wash it soon.

He threw a spare quilt on top after we showered, and I pulled on pajamas, piled my hair on the top of my head, and watched as he picked up my comforter, fully dressed now, and we walked towards the laundry room downstairs by the kitchen.

I started the load, knowing I would have a long night of work ahead, when Brooks frowned at his phone.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried that he was going to leave, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I was already sore between my legs, but I wanted him to hold me, to be able to wake up with him at my side. It was probably a fool’s dream, but it was what I wanted.

“Well, this is going to be interesting,” he mumbled.

“What is it?” I asked as he went to the front door.

“Brace yourself,” Brooks grumbled as he opened the door.

I blinked, knowing I was going to have to yell at that man later. Because bracing myself didn’t really give me a warning for who stood at my doorway.

Brooks’s parents were there, small smiles on their faces, and a hope in their gaze that worried me.

Because it matched my own.

“Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low. “The girls are sleeping upstairs.”

“That’s why we texted. We didn’t know if they were sleeping or not. Your truck was in her driveway, not yours, so we figured you were here.”

I looked at Brooks, and he cursed under his breath. “Sorry. If we had neighbors, we would be letting the whole neighborhood know.”

I rolled my eyes and waved awkwardly. “Hi. I’m Rory.”

“It’s so nice to meet you. I know we’re barging in, but I felt so bad about how dinner ended. I’m Rebecca, and this is my husband, Carlos.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rory,” Brooks’s dad said softly.

“Anyway, we just wanted to see Brooks, apologize for how things went, and invite you to dinner. Not tonight, of course, it’s a little late. But hopefully while we’re in town?”

“Oh.” I looked at Brooks, who wasn’t saying a damn thing. Stupid man.

“I have the kids, and with school and everything, I’m not sure,” I said, my teeth worrying my lip.

Brooks wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. “Bring the girls. We’ll get dinner. Okay, Mom and Dad? Are you guys sleeping at the resort, or do you want the keys to my house? You can have the guest room.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Brooks.”

“No, you have your stuff there from last time, and I don’t want you driving late. Here, take my keys. Get some sleep, and I’ll be over for breakfast in the morning. Okay?”

Brooks’s mom smiled so wide before she leaned forward, hugged her son hard, and then kissed my cheek, surprising me. “That sounds great. I know the girls have school tomorrow, but be prepared for cinnamon rolls. I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I need to bake.”

“Mom,” Brooks warned, and Brooks’s dad laughed.

“Just let her. She’s nervous.”

“Oh, stop it, Carlos. Seriously though, we’ll see you in the morning. Have fun.” And then they practically scampered off to Brooks’s house, leaving me standing there next to the man I was definitely falling in love with, wondering what the hell had just happened.

“I would say I’m sorry about that, but I’m about to get cinnamon rolls and probably morning sex. I can’t really complain.”

I looked at him then, knowing yes, and I had indeed fallen in love with him.

We shut the door, and I followed him upstairs, agreeing, yes, we were probably going to have morning sex.

No, definitely .