The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) by Becca Steele (read me a book txt) 📗

“Lena, fuck.” My cock jerked under her hand.

Releasing me, she laid her body across mine, burying her face in my shoulder, all her silky-smooth skin against me.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered.

“Please.”

I didn’t need to hear any more. This girl was mine. And I was going to make her mine in every sense of the word. Running my hands down her back, I captured her lips in a kiss that started off slow but dialled up to a hundred in the space of about five seconds. “West, please,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against me as my hands slid over every inch of her skin. Her hand went between us, tugging at my towel.

I managed to regain enough brain function to still her hand. “Wait.”

Her head came up, and she stared at me, confused.

“Do you trust me?” I held her gaze, waiting until she nodded. “Lie down on your back.”

She immediately obeyed, and I took a moment to appreciate the thought that the headstrong, wilful Lena was so willing to comply with me in my bed.

“Remember, if you ever feel uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will.”

Splayed out below me, her pink hair all tousled and her body flushed, she was beautiful. Ignoring my aching dick was easier than I expected when my full focus was on her pleasure. I wanted to make her moan and cry for me, to fall apart under my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, holding myself over her, using my arms to keep my body weight off her. Pushing her hair back from her face, I placed a kiss to her temple, then kissed down the side of her face, pausing at her jaw. I hovered over her mouth, and her lips parted on a sigh as I closed the distance, teasing her bottom lip lightly with my teeth before releasing it. She huffed as I moved out of reach of her mouth, and I laughed against her before kissing the hollow of her throat.

“Good?” I adjusted my position, my mouth moving down to her collarbone while my hand went to her breast, circling around her nipple but not touching it.

“Torturer,” she moaned, arching upwards, trying to push against my hand.

Lifting my head, I took in her dilated pupils as she watched everything I was doing with wide eyes. “Hmm…do you like this?” I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, tugging it between my teeth, then swirling my tongue around it.

“Ohhhh…” was the only noise that came from her, her back arching off the bed, and I moved to her other breast, teasing and touching her with my hand and mouth until she was panting beneath me.

Shifting again on the bed, I moved lower, down her smooth stomach, dropping kisses while my hand ran over her sides and down over her legs. When I reached her underwear, I stopped, glancing up at her to make sure she was okay. Other than her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, she remained still, waiting to see what I was going to do next.

I didn’t keep her waiting long.

I took the band of her underwear between my teeth and tugged it down.

A shocked gasp escaped her, but she caught on quickly, lifting her hips so I could use my teeth to slide the fabric free from her body. When she was completely bare, she instinctively tried to close her legs, but I kept her thighs apart as I met her eyes again.

“Legs wider,” I instructed, running my hands over her thighs, reassuring her with my actions. She let me manoeuvre her into position, and then I lowered my head.

A tiny moan fell from her lips as I blew across her pussy, so fucking wet that I wanted to slide my dick in more than anything I’d ever wanted before. But that could wait. Nothing else was happening until she’d come for me.

I dragged my tongue through her wetness, and she arched off the bed with a cry.

Reaching up, I placed a finger to my lips, and she sighed against me, staring down at me with darkened eyes. I doubted the others would hear us since I had a bathroom between my room and the next, but better to be on the safe side.

Dipping my head again, I licked her, taking my time, and when she was writhing below me, I sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Fucking fuck, Weston!” Her cry tore from her throat, and I brought my fingers up, pumping in and out of her soaked pussy while I licked and sucked at her clit. Her thigh stiffened under my hand, and I increased the pressure until she shuddered around me, clamping down on my head with her thighs. Withdrawing my fingers, I licked her slowly until her hands came down to tug at my hair.

Her body trembled under me, and I released my grip on her thighs. “Enough. I can’t…it’s too sensitive.” Her voice was completely breathless, and when I met her eyes, she had a glazed, blissed-out look in them.

I’d done that.

Making Lena Drummond fall apart might just be my new favourite thing.

TWENTY-SIX

My brain eventually came back online, and I became aware of Weston, now lying next to me, his head on the pillow as he lazily traced his fingers up and down my arm. I turned my head. “Hi.”

He smiled, all slow and satisfied, and I couldn’t even muster up a glare at his smugness. He had every right to be satisfied after what he’d done to me.

“Okay. First of all, we’re doing that again.”

His smile widened at my words, and he moved incrementally closer. “That can be arranged.”

“Second of all.” I closed the last bit of space between us and spoke against his lips. “We’re doing that again.” Then I kissed his grinning face, because I couldn’t resist him. His smile curved against my