Prince Albert (A Step-Brother Romance #4)

"But why?" she asks. She moves against me, arching her back, and I can feel her wetness against me.

"Because I've liked you since I met you," I tell her, kissing the tip of her nose.

"But you were always going out with other girls, and –"

"And I was a stupid kid back then," I say. "And the summer we hooked up, there was no one but you, Delaney. Even before you kissed me. Once we started talking, I just…lost interest in anyone else."

She arches up to kiss me, her touch tender, and when she finally pulls away, her hand is still on my neck. "I thought – I just didn't think I meant anything to you."

"You meant everything to me," I tell her. I can't believe she didn't understand the whole time. "It was always you. And when you didn't meet me that night, when you left…"

"I saw you in the news later," she says, her voice soft. "There were always photos of you with other girls."

"Why do you think there were so many?" I ask. "I was fucking gutted when you left. And then when you came back…well, I didn't know what the hell to do with you here. But I do love you. That much, I'm sure of. I think I've always loved you, Delaney."

Her eyes glistening with tears, she arches up to kiss me, her tongue finding mine hungrily. I'm trying my best to be gentle, tender, kissing along her neck and her shoulder and her arms and over her breasts and her stomach, but she pulls my head up and looks at me, her hands on both sides of my face. "Don't," she says.

"Don't what?"

"Don't make love to me, Gaige," she whispers. "I don't want tender. I want you to fuck me."

"Hell, Delaney," I say, but the words come out raspy. This girl knows how to push every button I have with the shit that comes out of her mouth. "I tell you I love you and you tell me to fuck you hard."

A broad smile crosses her face, and she reaches for my cock, guiding it between her legs. With one thrust I'm inside her, and she's warm and wet and tight. I ride her slowly, excruciatingly, painfully slow, torturing her just for the hell of it. Letting her know who's still in control.

She grips my ass cheeks and pulls me deep inside her, and then I'm fucking her harder. She lets me know I'm not the one in control here.

I ride her until she's panting, moaning my name over and over, and when I pull out, she sighs, exasperated. "What are you doing?"

"You didn't want tender," I say. "You wanted me to fuck you."

Delaney smiles. "Yes," she whispers.

"So turn over and let me fuck you."

Delaney turns over onto her elbows, her ass in the air, and I slide easily back into her willing pussy. She moans loudly, clutching at the pillows, pressing her mouth into one as I fuck her, my thrusts harder the louder she gets. I press a finger against her asshole, and she jerks up at my touch. "Oh my God, Gaige," she cries.

"What?"

"You're going to make me come," she moans. I thrust inside her fully, filling her up until I can't fit any more in her.

"Come for me, darlin'," I order her. "Tell me you want me to fill you up with my cum."

"Yes, yes," she moans. "I love the way it feels when you come inside me."

She says the words and I let go, my balls clenching and then unleashing my seed, my hands gripping her waist as I drive into her so hard I think I might drive through her. She screams as her muscles tense around me, their spasms milking my cock of every ounce.

Afterward, I pull her against me, still inside her, and roll her next to me on the bed, my leg wrapped around her. We lie there in silence, and I listen to her heart beating next to mine, her breath still ragged.

Lying there with her, my heart feels like it's going to fucking explode. I feel content, and that's not a familiar feeling.

She's so quiet that I think she's fallen asleep until she whispers soft in the room, "I love you Gaige."

"I love you Delamey."

She slaps me hard on the arm.





CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO


GAIGE


I'm hanging out by the pool with Daniel – his idea, not mine, something about needing to get some sun. The guy is in theatre, so he's in between auditions with nothing to do during the day, and Delaney's working today. Since I'm still lying low for the next couple weeks, that means I'm at the gym and riding the bike, just not publicly. And today, it means I'm hanging out at the pool with Daniel, who's pretty cool.

We're sitting in loungers in the sun and Daniel is telling me about Delaney and what she was like in college. "Totally type A," he says.

"Any boyfriends I need to have murdered?"

"Ooh, possessive," Daniel says. "I like it. But mum's the word on boyfriends. I'm afraid I don't kiss and tell and neither does Delaney."

"So you're saying there's someone I'm going to have to kill, then," I say, and I'm about to continue when I hear Anja's voice as she comes down the walk. "Goddamn it."