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His solid body leans over me and he runs his hands over my legs, stopping at my waist.
My eyes are on him the entire time.
“You’re a quick learner,” he says. “But if you need to close your eyes. You can, baby.”
He thrusts into me without any warning and my body convulses around his length. I gasp. And he looks down at me. “Are you okay?”
I nod vehemently, adjusting to his size inside me. “Y-yes.”
He drives into me again and the entire bed shakes. He holds my legs open wider as he continues to drive into me. Then he leans forward. The hard ridges of his body creating friction against my clit that drives me insane.
I roll my eyes and shut them, savoring each thrust of his.
It isn’t until I’m screaming his name and he follows me over the edge with his own release that I realize it.
We never used a condom.
Chapter 21
Michael
The groomsmen are all gathered and waiting for my brother to come out in his tux.
When he finally does, he does a theatric cat walk with one hand in his pocket.
His bros all pump him full of compliments. And when we turns to me, arms holding open the lapels and waiting for my reaction, I tell him, “You look like an idiot, white’s not your color.”
He drops his excited look. “I didn’t pick it, bro. It was Lillian’s idea. White for being made new.”
I nearly gag. Of course, Lillian would want to make a spectacle of my brother’s rebirth at their own wedding. The woman is a poster child for purity rings everywhere.
“That doesn’t mean you have to agree to it.”
“Yeah, well once you find the one you want to settle down with for the rest of your life. You’ll know exactly what it means to compromise.”
He says that like I wouldn’t have any idea what compromise is. If he only knew my day to day is a living breathing example of compromise. The woman I want for the rest of my life won’t settle down. Therefore, I compromised.
I’m not too proud of accepting the title of fuck buddy. But this is Libby O’Connor we’re talking about. I’ll take the scraps from her table if she’ll give them to me.
And lately, she’s been giving me more than scraps. She gives me a feast.
I love feeling her writhing beneath me, begging me to take her. And she loves that I dominate her the way no one else can.
We have a symbiotic relationship. It works, for now.
The guys are taking turns getting their measurements when my brother drops into the empty seat next to me.
“So… any word from Cassidy Jones?” He asks.
“Did Lillian send you to spy on her behalf?”
He shakes his head, “Nope. It was mom.”
I swipe a hand over my face.
“Well, you can tell both of them that I don’t need help finding a girlfriend.”
“Because you already did?” He asks lowering his voice to a whisper. “Let me guess, she’s a fiery little red head that you can’t be seen in public with?”