*FREE WITH PAID BONUS CHAPTER*After being dumped by her boyfriend, Elodie Shepherd resigns herself to loving her older brother's best friend from afar, just like she always has, even though he only sees her as his best friend's immature kid sister.
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Elodie's warm dark honey hair was curled around my fist and her softly snoring mouth was pressed against my shirtless chest.
What the actual fuck was this fluttering shit in my stomach?
Was I really falling for this girl after knowing her for such a short amount of time? And if I was, then what then?
What would happen with her brother, my best fucking friend? What would happen with her family, her friends? She was so much younger than me and I...
Fuck.
What had I done?
I knew getting involved with someone so much younger than me was bound to come back and bite me in the ass, but last night was...
Shit.
I didn't have a word for what last night was.
There were no words to describe it, the feel of her silky smooth body against mine, how she'd put up with all my dom kinks like a champ, like she had a sub kink herself...
I pictured her pretty pink lips parted and gasping as I greedily loped the ties around her wrists, shoved her down into the mattress, and ate her pussy like it was the best thing I had ever tasted and damn if that weren't the most true thing I'd ever thought.
The stirring below my abdomen told me that I wouldn't mind having it for breakfast, either, this morning, or any morning--every morning.
Shit. Fuck. No! It was these thoughts, these intrusive thoughts that having hope at a real relationship was an actual possibility that hurt the most because, of course, it couldn't happen. Could it?
Her pulse jumped in her neck as she stretched and the sun caught a stretch of deepened auburn in her hair that shone and sparkled like someone had taken the sun, bottled it, and painted it onto her hair.
Jesus Christ, this woman was devastatingly beautiful, all soft pink pouty lips, sinful curves, smooth creamy skin and adorable freckles and moles dotting the sides of her cheeks, nose, even down her neck.
Her eyes fluttered and I was granted the most beautiful sight of all--those damn eyes that would definitely be the death of me one day, one day possibly very soon if her brother ever found out what the hell we were doing, but with her, I didn't think I could find it in me to stop. Ever.
I'd had my first taste and I was fucking addicted.
"Good morning," I rumbled, and she smiled shyly, ducking her head against my chest a little to hide her mouth and I felt her smile against me still, the feeling sending me into another orbit. She was happy.
Had I helped her feel that way? Ever since finding out the truth of what her birth father had done to her, I was searching her expressions and actions, trying to figure out what, if anything, set her off or triggered her, trying to be extra careful with my own words and actions, but last night I had lost it.
