The Job (Auctioned) Cara Dee (novels in english txt) 📖

“What was that?”

He cleared his throat and flicked his gaze to my shoulder for a quick moment. “Even when I couldn’t figure out if I was attracted to you or what the hell was going on with me, my obsession with you made it crystal clear that my life is nothing without you in it. It’s fucking embarrassing.”

What the— He had to ruin it. “I was getting ready to throw myself at you, until you said it was embarrassing.”

He smiled ruefully and rested his forehead to mine. “Fine. You want the sappy, unfiltered truth? I’ve been pushed through a proverbial meat grinder these past four years, and I took the first easy breath a few weeks ago when we buried the hatchet.” He palmed my cheeks. “Life without you is just survival.”

I bit my lip in a weak-ass attempt to hide my grin. “That’s much better. Now you just gotta figure out that you’re attracted to me and prefer me over all the women on the planet.”

He chuckled under his breath and ghosted his lips across mine. “Oh, I figured that out already—somewhere between fantasizing about raw-doggin’ you and comin’ on your face.”

I spluttered a laugh and had to kiss him—hard. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

He smiled against my lips, and it felt so fucking good when the tips of our tongues met and we eased into a deep, hungry kiss that closed an old chapter and opened a new one.

“I’m sorry I hurt you back then,” I mumbled into the kiss. “Running hot and cold, I mean.”

He hummed. “I’m sorry too.” He brushed his thumbs over my cheeks and inched away slightly. “I want you to know I wasn’t trying to drag this out. I was gonna talk to you about everything soon—but I got uncertain when it felt like you were pulling away. I need you to be as obsessed as I am.”

“Baby, I’ll fucking suffocate you if that’s what you want. You’ve owned me since we were kids.”

His eyes lit up with humor and affection. “Now we’re talkin’.”

We met in another kiss, and I got my arms around his neck instead so I could press myself closer to him. It was always where I wanted to be, impossibly close, and this time, I had no intention of stopping. No more holding back, trying to protect myself. He’d get all of me.

Eleven

Understanding the feelings I was harboring for the man who’d been my brother since I was a kid didn’t just show me the future I wanted. It opened up the floodgates to every urge I’d suppressed throughout my adulthood.

I wanted the world to know he was mine.

I hissed as he sucked on my neck and rubbed my cock through my jeans, which were in the fucking way.

“You’re not gonna make me wait any longer, are you?” I started pushing off his open shirt. I wanted him in just the beater with his jeans around his hips while he shoved his cock in and out of me.

He shook his head and captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, and he unzipped my jeans. “Couch?”

“Too far away.” I needed him to take me right here.

“Fuck,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around my cock. “Then bend over for me, little brother.”

I swallowed a moan and bucked into his hand, and I reached blindly for the olive oil I kept on the counter. Not optimal, not bad. Desperate times and all. I finally found the bottle and handed it over to him, and he raised a brow and took a step back.

“Just do it,” I demanded. “I’m not exactly a virgin, and I want it to sting.”

For some reason, that irritated him. “I don’t wanna discuss your manwhoring days, Case.”

I sucked my teeth and pulled my tee over my head. “Fuck you, I’m tight. I just mean this ain’t my first time, and I know what I like.” Besides, did he think a dick was the only action my ass saw? I was a pro with toys and fingers.

“I wasn’t impl— You know what, we can bitch another time. Turn around.”

Maybe this was better. Boone had his hotheaded moments too, and I bet annoying him would turn him into a rough motherfucker.

Once I had my back to him, he pushed down my jeans and my boxers with one hand, presumably using the other to slick up his cock. I braced myself against the counter and glanced back over my shoulder.

“I kinda like fighting with you.”

“I fuckin’ noticed.” He kept his stare downward, at his cock, at my ass, while he rubbed in the oil. “God forbid we say something sweet to each other. Maybe you’ve got intimacy issues?”

I barked out a laugh. Less than ten minutes ago, we’d basically declared a mutual obsession with each other, and I’d used a term of endearment on my own brother.

“You need a job,” I replied. “Sleeping on Ma’s couch and watching Dr. Phil all day doesn’t suit you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, princess.” Without another word, he pressed the head of his cock against my ass, gripped my hips, and tore me a new one.

Sweet-mother-of-God, it felt that way. I gnashed my teeth and banged my fist against the countertop at the pain that blazed through me. A whimper slipped from my lips. Kill me, he was all in. Holy shit. All the way in. In a single thrust, he’d buried his monster cock in my Kegel-certified asshole, and now I couldn’t breathe.

“Are you okay?” Boone chuckled through a lust-filled groan. “Fucking hell, you weren’t lying about being tight.”

“I’m not sure it’s true anymore,” I wheezed out.

He rumbled a warm laugh and hugged me tightly from behind. Then he kissed my neck, each brush of his lips wiping away the traces of humor, and let his hands roam my chest.

I shuddered. A slow, white-hot wave of pleasure rolled over me, and I was left with a soaring sensation spurred on by a small