The Fight In Us: A Brother's Best Friend College Romance (The Four Book 4) Becca Steele (speld decodable readers .TXT) 📖

through me, hot and all-consuming. My head fell forwards to rest against his as I let myself go, knowing that he’d catch me when I fell.

I came back to reality to find his hands stroking through my hair, his forehead resting against mine as our breathing finally began to slow. “You doing okay?” He pulled back a bit so he could see me.

“Yeah,” I whispered. I couldn’t form any more words, but it was enough. He gave me one of those slow, lazy smiles, and my stomach flipped.

“Good. This might be a bit painful.” Carefully holding me, he lifted me off him, which made me wince. No doubt about it, I’d still be feeling this tomorrow.

So worth it.

“Stay there.” He guided me down onto my back. I lay there, eyes closed, deliciously sated and sore. The sounds of him moving around, followed by a running tap, had me blinking my eyes open to watch him reappear in the bathroom doorway. He crossed the room to the bed and gently ran a soft washcloth over me. His eyes darkened as he stared down between my legs. “My cum dripping out of you…” His eyes closed for a second, and then his gaze met mine. “My cum. You.”

I smiled at the combination of possessiveness and wonder in his expression and tone. “Yeah, you did that with your giant dick.”

He snorted, humour flashing in his gaze, before he turned serious again. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I shook my head. There had been pain, sure, but way less than I’d imagined, despite the sheer size of him. He’d made it as painless as possible for me, and it made me fall even harder. “I’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but…” Trailing off, I reached my arms up, and he came to me, crawling over my body and staring down into my eyes. “I want to do that again.”

“We will.” His lips met mine, and he kissed me, all slow and languid, and I melted beneath him. He spoke against my lips. “Now I’ve had you, I want more. Just so you know.”

I laughed tiredly, but his words generated a spark inside me. “I’m down for that.”

I hoped he didn’t want to stop. I hoped he meant those words. I’d fallen too far, too hard, and he had the power to ruin me, now. I could only hope and pray that he would fall, too, so I wasn’t alone in this. I wanted to own his heart, not just his body. I wanted all of him.

“Good.” Rolling off me, he lay on his back and tugged me into his side, then tucked the duvet around us. “Sleep now.”

My eyes closed, and I let sleep pull me under, held by the boy I loved.

TWENTY-SEVEN

In the cold light of day, I had time to think. Lena slept soundly next to me, her body curled up under the covers and her hair fanned out over the pillow. Last night had been…intense. I’d never fucked anyone without a condom before—never even wanted to.

The guilt I’d been suppressing raged through me again. How could I look Cassius in the eye now? I’d been doing okay, keeping her at a distance, and then last night had happened.

I needed to put distance between us.

Next to me, she stirred, her eyes blinking open sleepily. “What time is it?”

“Almost nine.” As I looked down at her, the guilt I’d been feeling only a few seconds ago disappeared. Why would I want to put any distance between us?

She placed a soft, tentative kiss to my chest, right on my IV tattoo, and my heart beat faster. I tugged her on top of me, loving this soft, sleepy version of my girl.

What the fuck, Weston?

Great, now I was fucking talking to myself.

A knock at my bedroom door had Lena scrambling off me with a screech and diving under the covers.

“Yeah?” I called, trying not to laugh.

“We’re out of coffee, so I’m going to do a coffee run. Want anything?” Winter’s voice came through my door, and I relaxed. She wouldn’t invade my privacy by barging in here. I was fairly sure the door was locked, anyway.

“Yeah. Can you get me a latte?” I paused. “And a mocha?”

“Oh.”

I groaned because I knew that Winter had figured it out. There was silence for a minute, before she spoke again. “Got it. Don’t make me keep another secret, please.”

Sliding out of the bed, I padded across the floor and opened my door a crack. “I won’t. Just give me a bit of time, yeah? I don’t wanna fuck things up. For either of them.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay. I don’t envy your situation, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly.

“You’re welcome. Cade’s coming with me by the way, and Cass isn’t here. So you don’t need to worry about running into them. Just…please don’t leave it too long. Secrets have a way of fucking us over, even if we think we’re doing the right thing by keeping them.”

I scrubbed my hand across my face, keeping my voice low. “I know. It’s complicated. I never planned on any of this.”

“I know you didn’t, and I know you need time to get your head around it.” Her voice softened. “I’m here if you want to talk to me, you know that. Either of you.”

“I know.”

With a small smile, she backed away, pulling the door closed behind her. When I turned around, Lena was sitting up in the bed, watching me with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Did you hear that?” There was no point in asking her, because it was clear that she had. I sighed. “I don’t know what to do here.”

Instead of replying, she nodded.

“Lena, look—” My words were interrupted by another soft knock at the door, and this time, Winter poked her head around it.

“I thought Lena might want to borrow some clothes.” She handed me a bundle of fabric and peered over my shoulder to smile at Lena.

“Thanks.” That was the only word Lena spoke, and