Page 67 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“You’re in my head all the fucking time,” I say.

She freezes.

“I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, and I still came over here knowing I’d fuck it all up again.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“I know.”

Her breathing’s fast and uneven, and I’m not any better. My chest is tight, my pulse out of control. I don’t know if I want to yell or beg or walk out and never come back.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” she says. “You don’t get to want me only when it’s convenient.”

“Wanting you is never convenient.”

“I know I’m not easy.” Her voice breaks right at the edge, and that’s it. That’s the moment I snap the fuck in half.

I grab her. I literally snatch the back of her neck and drag her into me, crushing our mouths together so hard her breath stutters.

Everything explodes the second our mouths meet. The guilt, the anger, the pull I’ve been fighting since the second I met her. Her hands wrap around my neck. Mine dig into her hips pulling her in until she grinds against my cock. We don’t hold back.

I don’t even think I can.

I force her backward until she hits the wall with a dull thud. Her nails rake down my arms as she grinds against the thick bulge straining my jeans. She bites my lip and I moan.

“More.”

I shove her tank up over her head and toss it to the side. I shove her sports bra up and take her nipple between my teeth, sucking hard. She pulls me to her, one hand in my hair, the other clawing my back.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I look up at her, panting. “You’ve been driving me insane.”

“Then do something about it.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I’m already yanking her leggings down, peeling them off her shaking legs.

“Fuck. Reid?—”

“Fuck me,” I mutter. “You’re dripping.”

“Because of you,” she snaps. “So quit wasting time.”

I drop to my knees.

She gasps as I hook her leg over my shoulder. Her breath stutters when I lean in and drag a slow, deliberate lick up the center of her pussy. Her hands find the wall behind her, searching for something to hold on to.

I go back for more.

I flatten my tongue and lick her again then suck her clit between my lips, just to hear the noises she makes.

“Oh my god—Reid?—”

“I can taste how fucking turned on you are.” I grunt, sucking her clit again. “This pussy’s mine.”

She jerks, moans, grinds down harder.

“God—don’t stop?—”

I don’t. I keep her pinned and tongue her until she’s shaking. Once I can feel her close to coming, I pull away before she can fall over the edge.