Page 46 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“Look at me,” I command.
She opens her eyes. They are blown wide, dark with lust.
“This stays here,” I say. “Whatever happens… this is ours.”
“Ours,” she agrees.
I thrust into her.
She’s tight. Wet and tight. The friction blinds me.
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Owen.”
“I’ve got you.”
I start to move. Our bodies slap together, the sound echoing in the quiet loft. I drive into her, deep and hard, trying to erase the last two weeks of distance.
“More,” she begs, bucking against me.
“You like that?” I grind against her clit. “You like being reckless, Tess?”
“Yes,” she screams. “Yes!”
I let go. I stop thinking. I stop worrying about the company or my brothers. I just pound into her until her body arches and clamps down on my cock, milking me until I’m empty.
I groan, burying my face in her neck as I blow my load inside her.
The room is quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and our ragged breathing.
We lie tangled on the couch, limbs heavy, clothes scattered. Tessa rests her head on my chest. I trace the curve of her spine, my mind slowly rebooting.
“So,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “That happened.”
“It did.” I kiss the top of her head. “You okay?”
“I feel…” She pauses. “Alive.”
I laugh softly. “Yeah. Me too.”
She shifts, propping herself up on an elbow to look at me. Her hair is a disaster. Her lips are swollen. She looks wrecked.
“What happens now? Does this mean I get fired on Monday?”
“No,” I say fiercely, my arm tightening around her. “No one is getting fired. You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Ethan isn’t going to like this.”
“Let him be angry. I don’t care.”
“He’ll know,” she says. “He always knows.”
“He won’t know unless we tell him.”
She looks at me, searching my face. “What about the fact that you’re brothers? You’re not going to tell them?”
I go completely still.
The Unit. We share debts, secrets, enemies.
