imagining his hand was Emily’s tight cunt. He needed
her so bad he could hardly breathe right now. She was so horny she might have
agreed to sex, but he couldn’t do it. It would be a betrayal of Jared. If his
brother were alive, he wouldn’t want Nick having sex with Emily. Brothers
didn’t betray each other like that.
His dick didn’t care
about things like honor and loyalty.
Remembering how he’d
touched Emily minutes ago in bed and how she came so beautifully in his arms,
Nick stifled a groan and stroked his cock. Her pussy was so snug, he’d barely
been able to fit two fingers in. She’d felt amazing—slick, swollen, and so
responsive she’d had an orgasm only a couple minutes after he’d first touched
her.
How he’d love it if
she was here in the shower with him. He’d lift her, wrap her legs around his
waist and fuck her against the tile wall. She was the only woman he’d wanted or
fantasized for the past three years. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong
with him, but he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He stroked his cock
faster. Damn, she would feel so amazing, her sweet, tight cunt squeezing the
head of his dick, just as it had clutched at his fingers moments ago. So wet
and steamy. She’d moan his name and beg him to go faster. An orgasm rushed
through him along with his cum spewing up like a volcano. Oh fuck! The
pleasure and intensity made him stagger back against the cold tile wall and sag
there in the cool spray until his strength and breath returned.
What the hell was he
going to do?
Pushing himself away
from the wall and turning the water to warm, he washed himself all over, trying
to figure out what he would say to her. He was never at a loss for words around
a woman, so why was he now?
Before her, he’d
never wanted a woman he couldn’t have. Of course, he could have her, but what
would that make him? What would he be doing to Jared’s memory?
Nick couldn’t be that
much of a bastard.
He might bend the
rules to get the job done, but he didn’t like compromising his own principals.
Brothers and friends had a code of honor—they didn’t screw each other’s women.
At least, that’s the way it used to be.
At any rate, if Jared
were alive and knew how badly Nick wanted Emily, he’d probably never speak to
him again, despite the divorce, despite everything. He had to honor the memory
of his brother. He couldn’t touch Emily again.
But how the hell
could he resist her?
Chapter
Six
“Are we going to talk
about the elephant in the room?” Nick asked, steering the rental sedan into the
left lane on Georgia’s I-16 to pass a slow-moving truck. Pine trees passed in a
blur on either side of the road.
Her heart leaping
into her throat, Emily glanced aside at him. Did he have to bring that up? She
wasn’t proud that she’d melted at the touch of his hands that morning in the
hotel bed. But at the time, she’d been unable to stop him…and unable to stop
herself from enjoying how his hands had sensually stroked over her body, how
his skilled fingers had teased and tormented her pussy beyond bearing, playing
into the erotic fantasies she’d had for three years.
“That’s kind of an
odd expression since we’re in a car and there are no elephants for miles.”
Emily hoped to change the subject to anything else.
Nick held back a
grin, but she saw it in his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
His playful,
mischievous expression made her heart race with excitement. Why did he have to
be so gorgeous and tempting?
“I’d rather we
didn’t.” She forced herself to stare out the car’s side window at the passing
pines, hoping he’d drop the subject. Talking about this morning’s incident
would only arouse her again. And she didn’t want to be aroused, dammit.
Besides, he’d rejected her. What was he trying to do now, rub it in?
All through breakfast
back at the hotel earlier that morning, in between wolfing down his bacon, eggs
and a stack of pancakes,
her so bad he could hardly breathe right now. She was so horny she might have
agreed to sex, but he couldn’t do it. It would be a betrayal of Jared. If his
brother were alive, he wouldn’t want Nick having sex with Emily. Brothers
didn’t betray each other like that.
His dick didn’t care
about things like honor and loyalty.
Remembering how he’d
touched Emily minutes ago in bed and how she came so beautifully in his arms,
Nick stifled a groan and stroked his cock. Her pussy was so snug, he’d barely
been able to fit two fingers in. She’d felt amazing—slick, swollen, and so
responsive she’d had an orgasm only a couple minutes after he’d first touched
her.
How he’d love it if
she was here in the shower with him. He’d lift her, wrap her legs around his
waist and fuck her against the tile wall. She was the only woman he’d wanted or
fantasized for the past three years. He didn’t know what the hell was wrong
with him, but he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He stroked his cock
faster. Damn, she would feel so amazing, her sweet, tight cunt squeezing the
head of his dick, just as it had clutched at his fingers moments ago. So wet
and steamy. She’d moan his name and beg him to go faster. An orgasm rushed
through him along with his cum spewing up like a volcano. Oh fuck! The
pleasure and intensity made him stagger back against the cold tile wall and sag
there in the cool spray until his strength and breath returned.
What the hell was he
going to do?
Pushing himself away
from the wall and turning the water to warm, he washed himself all over, trying
to figure out what he would say to her. He was never at a loss for words around
a woman, so why was he now?
Before her, he’d
never wanted a woman he couldn’t have. Of course, he could have her, but what
would that make him? What would he be doing to Jared’s memory?
Nick couldn’t be that
much of a bastard.
He might bend the
rules to get the job done, but he didn’t like compromising his own principals.
Brothers and friends had a code of honor—they didn’t screw each other’s women.
At least, that’s the way it used to be.
At any rate, if Jared
were alive and knew how badly Nick wanted Emily, he’d probably never speak to
him again, despite the divorce, despite everything. He had to honor the memory
of his brother. He couldn’t touch Emily again.
But how the hell
could he resist her?
Chapter
Six
“Are we going to talk
about the elephant in the room?” Nick asked, steering the rental sedan into the
left lane on Georgia’s I-16 to pass a slow-moving truck. Pine trees passed in a
blur on either side of the road.
Her heart leaping
into her throat, Emily glanced aside at him. Did he have to bring that up? She
wasn’t proud that she’d melted at the touch of his hands that morning in the
hotel bed. But at the time, she’d been unable to stop him…and unable to stop
herself from enjoying how his hands had sensually stroked over her body, how
his skilled fingers had teased and tormented her pussy beyond bearing, playing
into the erotic fantasies she’d had for three years.
“That’s kind of an
odd expression since we’re in a car and there are no elephants for miles.”
Emily hoped to change the subject to anything else.
Nick held back a
grin, but she saw it in his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
His playful,
mischievous expression made her heart race with excitement. Why did he have to
be so gorgeous and tempting?
“I’d rather we
didn’t.” She forced herself to stare out the car’s side window at the passing
pines, hoping he’d drop the subject. Talking about this morning’s incident
would only arouse her again. And she didn’t want to be aroused, dammit.
Besides, he’d rejected her. What was he trying to do now, rub it in?
All through breakfast
back at the hotel earlier that morning, in between wolfing down his bacon, eggs
and a stack of pancakes,
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