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

“baby,” her mouth opening and closing a few times before she visibly gathered herself. “Um, yeah. This is Marcus, my cousin, and his girlfriend, Ashley. Guys, this is Weston. My…he…”

“Her boyfriend,” I finished, shaking Marcus’ hand before pressing a kiss to the back of Ashley’s.

“My boyfriend…” Her voice came out scratchy, and she stared at me with huge eyes, unsure.

“Yep.”

“We’ll be back.” Ducking out from under my arm, she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the dining room exit. I let her tug me along, amused by her reaction. Everything about this girl entertained me.

Once we were out of sight of the party, in the quiet hallway, she jumped on me.

Her lips were on mine, and I opened for her as we devoured each other’s mouths with hot, hungry kisses, like we’d never stop, never get enough. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I pushed her back against the wall for extra support as she ground her body against me.

A pained hiss escaped her, and I tore my mouth away, breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Handle. Hurt my back.”

Fuck. I thought I’d been pressing her against a wall, but it had been a door. I placed her down, spinning her to see the red mark on her bare back. It was faint, but I didn’t like the thought of her hurting. Dropping into a crouch, I kissed it, and she sighed.

“This dress doesn’t do much for back protection, does it?” I pressed another kiss to her bare skin, sliding my hands up her thighs. She trembled under my touch, her skin pebbling as I continued to kiss her while I stroked my hands higher. “But it’s sexy as fuck on you.” It wasn’t something Lena would usually wear—silky, backless, and hitting her mid-thigh. Black, though, of course.

“I wore it for you,” she said in a breathy voice. “Wanted you to notice me.”

“Mmm, did you?” My hands moved higher, and I slid one between her legs and inside her underwear, feeling her slick and ready for me. “I notice you whatever you wear. Wear whatever you like.”

She moaned as I curled a finger into her hot little pussy. I was so fucking hard now, it was almost painful.

“You know what I like best?” Removing my finger, I straightened up and turned her to face me. “You with nothing on at all.” I took my finger into my mouth, watching as her pupils dilated so much that the blue almost disappeared, swallowed by her lust for me, for us.

Her mouth opened, and she reached up to align her mouth with my ear, her whole body trembling. “I need you. Now.”

THIRTY-EIGHT

“Fuck, yes.” His hands palmed my ass, pressing me into his hardness. I could barely think. When he’d said that one word, “boyfriend,” and looked at me with so much possessiveness, everything had changed. I had to have him. Never mind that we were in the middle of a party for Cassius, and his sister and best friend were sneaking out. The overriding need to make him mine, make me his, was the only thought in my mind.

I’d been too crazed to think straight, and I couldn’t wait any longer to have him. Fuck the party, fuck everyone else, I needed to fuck him now or I was going to lose my mind. “Now,” I panted.

A dubious expression flickered across the lust on his face. “Not here.”

“Fuck,” I groaned, impatience threading through my tone. “The bedroom’s too far.”

“Hold on to me, baby.” He lifted me back into his arms and carried me down the corridor, further into the house, away from the party. He paused to lower me to the ground and press me up against the wall, his hands palming my breasts as he kissed down my neck, driving me completely insane with need. I’d never been so turned on in my life, never knew this all-consuming fire for someone, to the point where nothing else existed but him.

Him, him, him.

This wasn’t like the other times. This was new. And I craved more of it.

When he picked me back up, I kissed every part of him I could reach, needing to taste, to touch, to melt into him. I was completely oblivious to our surroundings, so when the sound of the rain suddenly became louder and he laid me back on a soft surface, I jolted.

“This.” His palms slid my dress up my thighs. He lowered his head and lightly nipped at my skin. “This was where.” His tongue licked over the bite. “I first kissed you.” His mouth landed on my clit, and he sucked through the thin fabric barrier, making me cry out.

Who cared that we were outside and someone could walk out and catch us? Not that it was likely in this downpour, but it was a possibility.

“West,” I begged, gripping his hair and tugging. “I don’t want you to tease. I want you.”

He raised himself onto his elbows. “You want my cock?”

“Yes.”

Our eyes connected, and I let him see everything.

His pupils dilated, and he inhaled a shaky breath; then he was tugging off his shirt, throwing it off to the side, and unzipping his trousers, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes. “Look at what you do to me.” He gripped his cock, running his thumb over the head.

I couldn’t even formulate a reply. Kicking off my shoes, I stood on shaking legs, my feet sinking into the cushions. Wasting no time, I pulled my dress over my head and impatiently tugged off my underwear.

“This fucking view.” Weston’s cock jerked in his grip as he stared up at me. Suddenly, he was pulling at my legs, tugging me back down, and then his body was on top of mine. “Lena.”

I lost myself in him. The slide of his body against mine, his hot, bruising kisses, the touch of his hands, and then, finally, the head of his cock was against me, and he thrust inside.

I bit down on his shoulder as I