Page 21 of His Secret Betrayal (Cedarwood Valley Duology #2)

Alek, however, is quicker. He makes an alarmed sort of grunt before tightening his grip on me and throwing his leg over mine.

It doesn’t feel like he’s trying to trap me, especially not when he begins rocking and murmuring in my ear.

It’s like he’s determined to protect me, even from myself, if need be.

It punctures the haze of my panic.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart. Tell me how to make it go away, and I will,” he rasps in my ear.

A strangled whimper escapes my throat. My struggles cease, and I lean back in his embrace.

My heart is still thumping in my ears, my head spinning at the nightmarish images my traitorous brain supplied me with tonight.

The image of my big brother walking away from me, looking like he might never love me again, makes everything inside me go cold.

“I want my brain to shut the fuck up,” I manage to rasp.

I want to set down all the anxiety and guilt, even if only for a little while.

I need an escape, to feel alive in a different way .

Realizing what I need but not knowing how to voice it or if Alek is even willing, I thrust my hips back and silently show him. When my ass grazes the front of his crotch, he sucks in a sharp breath and his entire body tenses.

“Luke, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I pause. “You don’t want me?”

He makes a strangled choking sound before releasing a disbelieving laugh. “I think what happened at the club is proof enough I want you.”

It’s the “I want you” that soothes any potential hurt and spurs me on. Thrusting my ass back against his groin again, this time I blindly throw my arm back. When I grasp his thigh, the feel of soft cotton grazes my palm. I sigh.

“Are you wearing sweatpants?” I ask. When I peer down, I also realize he’s wearing a long-sleeved cotton shirt. This must be his sleep outfit.

He sounds slightly perplexed. “Yes, why?”

“I wanted to see you in a pair of sweatpants so bad, and now that my wish is coming true, it’s too dark.”

His confusion turns to amusement. “Why do you want to see me in sweatpants?”

“Bet you look like a thirst trap,” I murmur.

His breath hitches, sending a little surge of triumph through me. “Maybe I should turn the lights on and let you take a look,” he whispers.

I shudder. A full-on body shudder while I mentally drool. For a second, I consider taking him up on his offer. But then I realize what he’s doing, and shake my head. “Stop trying to distract me. Are you going to give me your cock or not? ”

When he grunts, his hips jerking forward causing a certain bulge to graze my ass, I don’t take that as a no. Grasping onto one of his hands, I guide it to slip underneath the oversized shirt he let me borrow and slide it over the ridges of my abs.

“Luke, we can’t.”

Despite his protest, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his breathing grows heavier, the warm breaths puffing against my ear. He’s so close to giving into what we both want; I just know it.

“Why not?” I ask.

“I don’t think you’re in the right headspace right now, and I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

With that, some of the rasp seems to clear from his throat. His grip loosens on me, and he begins to pull away.

Shit, I’m losing him.

“I need a distraction. You made me forget last time. Fuck, Alek…I just want to feel good and forget,” I blurt out, not entirely liking the way the confession leaves me feeling a little too exposed.

But his retreat stops, and I consider that a win.

Pushing past my rising vulnerability, I continue.

“Whether or not I might regret it in the morning, that’s on me.

But you’re not taking advantage of me because I am fully consenting here.

I know what I want, and what I want is for you to fuck me into the mattress. ”

“You’re incorrigible,” he growls against my ear. I moan when his hand clamps down on my hip with a bruising squeeze as he grinds his cock against me, his teeth scraping along my neck. His big hand moves back up my chest, stopping to tweak my nipples.

“Touch me,” I implore him, my voice breathless as I arch my neck. His mouth latches onto the skin there, sucking. My hips buck forward as the possessive claim sends a surge of arousal to my already hard cock, and I reach down to stroke myself .

Alek’s hand smacks mine, aborting my mission as he releases my skin with a wet pop. He ignores my frustrated groan. “I have conditions,” he murmurs, somehow managing to make it sound like a warning and word porn for my ears at the same time.

“Anything.”

His chuckle is dark and wicked. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you?”

“For you, yes.” Maybe I should be embarrassed by that admission, but if my ugly crying didn’t scare him off then I doubt this will.

“Shit, you make it hard to think.” His hips grind into my ass again, his teeth nipping along my shoulder as his hand slides down my torso.

They pause at the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants, toying with the string there.

I melt into his hold, letting him play with me while he gathers his thoughts.

Finally, his hands cup my aching cock through the soft fabric. “If we do this, you’re going to follow my lead. You’ll be a good boy and take my cock, won’t you?”

A punch of heat slams into me, making my hips jerk forward.

A desperate little moan is pulled from my throat, making it known exactly what I think of that idea.

He wants to be in charge and call all the shots?

Good, because I’ll gladly let him take over if it makes my brain shut up.

After all, I can go back to my usual confident, cocky self tomorrow.

I just want to get swept up in all the mind-numbing pleasure he can provide, without any pressure.

“Yes,” I gasp.

His hand finally slips under the waistband of my sweats and into my boxer briefs.

I hiss at the sensation of his warm palm wrapping around my aching cock and giving it one long, languorous stroke.

“You’re going to let me make you feel good, and if you want me to stop or slow down, you’ll tell me immediately. ”

Not a request. A command.

“Yes.”

He groans, his hand threading through my hair. Using his grasp on it, he turns my head to face him. His lips slam over mine, his kiss hungry and possessive. I part my lips, moaning into his mouth, letting him devour me. My fingers dig into his biceps.

I’m panting by the time he releases me, giving my bottom lip a sharp nip before pulling away. He rolls away from me, leaving my body cold. Disappointment slams into me, and I reach out for him. “No, wait—"

His chuckle is muffled by the sound of a drawer being pulled open.

Peering over my shoulder, I realize he only pulled away to grab a condom and some lube.

He chucks his sweatpants off, quickly followed by a pair of boxers.

In the darkness, I can only make out the vague outline of his toned body.

But his thighs are massive, his erection proudly jutting up.

Returning to my side, he taps my hip once. “Roll over on your back, so I can get you ready.”

Holy shit, my best friend’s dad is about to fuck me.