Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
I know the moment he comes fully awake. I hear the way he groans my name, so gritty and raw.
I plunge down on him in that exact moment, taking him to the back of my throat.
"Ah, Christ," he growls, shoving the blankets back. "Christ, Coco. That feels so fucking good."
I flick my gaze up at him to see him watching me with his eyes at half-mast, his expression somehow soft and feral at the same time. His hand plunges into my hair, impatiently moving it out of his way.
"Keep sucking me, princess. Just like that."
As if I need encouragement when he feels this good in my mouth. I lick all around his shaft as I bob up and down, reveling in the hard heat of him in my mouth and the way he groans praise and pants curses.
His hips move in restless, greedy circles.
I'm so caught up in him, I don't notice Thanos at the end of the bed. I hear his soft warning growl, but it doesn't register. Neither does the door creaking open.
I'm oblivious right up until Trystan tenses beneath me, and I hear the one thing I never expected.
My brother's voice.
"What the fuck?" he roars.
Trystan immediately grabs the blankets, yanking them up over me as he tries to slide out from beneath me. His dick falls from my lips with an obscene plop.
"Wyatt, shit," he growls, scrambling from the bed in a flurry of movement. Within seconds, he's yanking a pair of boxers up his legs. And I'm just…frozen.
"You're fucking my sister," Wyatt says, his tone hard. Flat. He's mad as hell. "In my house."
"It's not like that, man," Trystan says, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "Let's go into the living room and talk about this."
"I always fucking knew you had a thing for her," Wyatt growls, ignoring every attempt Trystan makes to diffuse the situation. "I guess I'm a fucking idiot for believing you every time you said there was nothing going on with the two of you."
"There wasn't," Trystan says. "This is new."
"Right." My brother turns his dark scowl on me. And he looks so much like our dad that I shrink a little. "You weren't even going to tell me?"
"I…" I lick my lips, not sure what to say. I see the hurt in his eyes, the betrayal, and I feel about two inches small. "We were," I whisper. "Eventually. But it's new, Wyatt. This just happened."
"Do not tell me that his dick just accidentally fell into your mouth," he grits out. "Or that the two of you accidentally fell into bed together. I know you, Clo. You're a shit liar. How long have you been fucking behind everyone's backs?"
"It's not like that," Trystan growls, his patience wearing thin. "And stop talking about her like she's some goddamn conquest or something. You know this isn't that."
"Yeah? Then what is it?"
"I'm in love with her," Trystan snaps to my brother. "I've been in love with her for as long as I can fucking remember. Jesus, man. Did you ever stop to wonder why I've never been with anyone? Never dated? Never even looked at another woman? It's because of her. Because she's always been the only thing I wanted."
My heart is in my throat, and somehow still pounding wildly. He loves me the same way I love him. That's what I should be focused on right now, on how good it feels to hear those words. But I can't focus on them because he didn't say them to me. He said them to my brother.
The first time I heard them, he was growling them at my asshole of a brother. Maybe that shouldn't sting, but it does anyway.
I roll from the bed with the sheet wrapped around me, and stoop to grab a T-shirt and a pair of sweats from the floor. Trystan steps in front of me like he's trying to protect my modesty, but I think that's probably already a lost cause.
"You're an asshole," I snap at Wyatt when I finally turn to face him. "I've waited my whole life to hear him tell me that he loves me. Instead, the first time I get to hear it is right here, when he's trying to justify our relationship to you because you're acting like an asshole. Well, guess what? I make my own damn decisions about who I want to be with, not you!"
"Shit," Wyatt growls, his face falling slightly. He takes a step toward me, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Clo, I'm–"
"Save it," I sniff, stomping past him out into the hall. "If you two want to fight it out, I'm not going to stop you. But I'm not going to stand here and watch you do it, either. I made my choice. I made it a long damn time ago. The least you can do is love me enough to let me."