My Brother’s Girl

by Parker, Ali

  I gripped him hard and forced more of him inside of me as one of his strong hands slipped into my messy hair and tightened. His other hand slid down my back to fondle my ass.

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned and thrust in a slow motion as I gripped his thighs and dug my nails in a little. “Olivia. Just a minute, lover.”

  “Mmmhmm,” I mumbled against his shaft and reached up to wrap my fingers around his thickness before pumping in tandem with rolling my tongue along his head. “So delicious.”

  “Shit.” He released my hair and slid his other hand down to my ass, squeezing hard. “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

  “Never.” I picked up my speed and arched my back to lift my ass a little as he gripped it and used it to thrust deep into my mouth. The groan that left him when he came rolled over my skin and left goosebumps in its wake.

  “God, I love you.” He moved back and dropped down on the bed beside me, and I shifted over to my side, licking at my lips and brushing my hair from my face. “My turn. Get up here.” He reached for me and growled as I positioned myself to sit on his lap. “No, I wanna taste you. You know how I like it.”

  “Caden, you know that makes me uncomfortable.” I pressed my hands into his chest and fought against him trying to pull me up higher to sit on his chest and let him eat me out.

  The little diamond ring he’d gotten me seven years ago fit my hand perfectly. It was about love and goodness, not things or success or even the future. It was simplicity. It was us. Every time I gazed down at it upon my finger—which was at least once every hour—I was reminded of what we’d been through and how we’d fought with and against each other to make it through. He was my forever, and I was his, and the future was looking very bright indeed.

  “Get up here. You’re soon to be my wife. You have nothing to feel uncomfortable about.” He gripped my hips harder and pulled me up, forcing me to move where he wanted me.

  I pressed my hands to the wall above our bed and glanced down at him, hating how much I enjoyed when he was right. “I hate you.”

  “Open your legs. Let me remind you why that’s a big fucking lie.”

  I rolled my eyes and groaned as he opened them for me.

  Caden worked his tongue in delicious motions between my thighs until my hips bucked and rolled and I lost all sense of control. Then he wrapped an arm around my waist and swung me down onto my back, pinning me beneath him by each wrist on either side of my head.

  He smirked down at me. “I can’t believe I’m going to have you all to myself on our yacht for a week straight.”

  I wiggled beneath him and lifted my hips. “Must we express our gratitude right now? You’re not done down there.”

  He grinned and descended upon me to trail kisses down the side of my neck. “I won’t be done down there until I’m dead.”

  He peppered me with more kisses all the way down my body, between my breasts and over my navel and lower belly, until he was back where he belonged. He eased a finger inside me, followed by another, and I reached down to rake my fingers through his hair and hold him in place as I rolled against his lips and tongue.

  A week on a yacht all by ourselves certainly sounded heavenly. After all we’d been through, we deserved this vacation. What was more, I had a little bit of news to share with him once we set sail. He hadn’t caught on to the fact that I’d stopped drinking wine with dinner or that I didn’t share a cigar with him and his brother when we met for weekly drinks at either Luke’s place or ours. For such a smart man, he seemed a little oblivious.

  But I was glad for it.

  Him missing all the obvious cues meant I was going to be able to pull off an epic surprise. I knew all Caden wanted right now was to start a family. We’d been trying for over eight months with no success and I couldn’t deny I had begun to worry that children might not be fated for us.

  There were other options. I’d always wanted to adopt and still did. But when I read the positive symbol on my at-home pregnancy test nine days ago, I’d been overcome with joy—so overcome that I almost rushed over to Caden’s firm to tell him the news in person right smack in the middle of an important conference call.

  Luckily, I had gotten myself under control before that happened and called Dana instead. We gushed and cried over the phone together, and then she helped me plan out how I would tell Caden he was going to be a father.

  I would do it tonight as we sat down to dinner. I would look him in the eyes as I told him his biggest dream was about to come true. And then I would tell him how wonderful of a father he was going to be and how lucky the baby in my tummy was.

  My daddy would have been so proud. I knew it in my soul.

  Caden moved back up my body and pinned me down again. He dropped his hips, pressed his cock inside me, and grinned like the devil himself when I gasped.

  “I’ll never get tired of that,” he growled.

  “Me neither.”

  He chuckled and lowered himself to kiss my lips. His tongue penetrated me and I wrapped my legs around his hips and pushed my heels into the back of his thighs. More. I always needed more of him. And he always had more to give.

  How I’d lived without him for so long was beyond me. The agony I used to feel when I thought of him had been replaced with bliss and gratitude and fullness. He was mine.

  Forever.

  And together, we were about to embark on the greatest adventure of all.

  Starting our family.

  The End.

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  Ali Parker is a full-time contemporary and new adult romance writer with more than a hundred and twenty books behind her. She loves coffee, watching a great movie and hanging out with her hubs. By hanging out, she means making out. The man is hot. Hello.

  She’s a creative at heart and loves coming up with more ideas than any one person should be allowed to access. She lives in Tennessee with her hubs, teenage son, two grown daughters and first grand baby (yes!). Telling a good story that revives hope, reminds us of love and gives a vacation from life is all she’s up to.

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  The novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and plot are all either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.

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