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

cried out, the stretch and burn of him filling me sending waves of pleasure through my body. “Fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.”

His eyes flashed, and a savage growl tore from his throat before he moved, pounding in and out of me.

“Oh, fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head as I met him thrust for thrust. He angled his body without warning, his powerful arms pushing him further up my body, and I cried out again at the sudden friction against my clit.

“So. Fucking. Good,” he panted between thrusts. “Fuck.”

Somewhere in the back of my consciousness, I heard a rumble of thunder, and the rain became a deluge, ricocheting off the tiles and providing a background symphony as Weston owned me with his body.

My nails dug into his ass as our bodies slid against each other, moving higher and higher until I fell apart, clenching around his cock with a shattering climax. I was still trembling against him when he came, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself in pleasure, his cock jerking and spilling deep inside me.

“Wow,” I said when I’d finally regained enough brain function to form words. “Wow.”

“Fucking wow.” He withdrew from me, then rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His fingers stroked down over my hair and onto my back. “You all good?”

I smiled at his concern. “So good. So, so good.”

“I like this benefit of having a girlfriend. Sex on tap.”

“You think? I’m gonna make you work for it.” I kissed him, feeling him smile against me, before I laid my head on his shoulder, allowing him to wrap his arms around me and just hold me close. After a couple of minutes, though, I raised my head. “We should probably get back to the celebrations. Once we’ve cleaned up.”

“Yeah, we should.”

I rubbed at a black mark on his cheek. “I got my makeup on you, too. Sorry.”

“I got my cum on you.” He smirked. “And I’m not sorry about that.”

“Of course you’re not.” I rolled my eyes. After kissing him one more time, just because I could, I moved off him. He crawled off the cushions, out of the sheltered area we’d been under, into the rain. Standing completely naked, he tipped his head back, a wide grin on his face. He looked so happy that my heart skipped a beat. And when he lowered his head to direct that smile at me, my breath caught in my throat.

He tilted his head back again, and then a few seconds later he swore angrily and swiped at his eye. “Fucking rain went in my eye.” He pouted, and I couldn’t help my laugh.

“Idiot,” I teased. “Come back here under the shelter.”

He shook his head, droplets flying everywhere. “Nah, I like this. It’s refreshing.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” I began the hunt for my clothes, when his low taunt reached my ears.

“Too scared to join me?”

“What’s it worth?”

Raising his arms, he pointed to himself. “The chance to get up close with your boyfriend’s sexy body?”

“One could never accuse you of modesty,” I told him, but I abandoned my hunt for my clothes. Steeling myself against the pouring rain, I threw myself at him. His lips slid against mine as his arms came around me.

“Mmm. This is refreshing.”

“I told you.” He flashed me a smug smile that faded as his hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head while his other brushed my hair out of the way. “Tastes refreshing, too.” One slow lick down my throat as he chased the raindrops.

“West.” I could feel his cock thickening against me. “I want to carry this on.” Ugh, why did I have to be the sensible one? This wasn’t me. “We need to go inside. Think of Cass.”

He jerked back from me. “Never mention him again when we’re naked. Never.”

“It’s a deal. But we should go inside.”

“I know.” He placed a kiss to my forehead. “You go first, and I’ll see you back in the party once we’re both cleaned up.”

“Okay.” After one last kiss, I stepped back, out of the rain.

When I returned to the party, Weston was already there. It had taken me a while to sort my hair out, since the rain had made it all frizzy and I really didn’t want to have to explain why it was in that state. It was now piled on top of my head. I had to change my dress, too, since I also didn’t want to have to explain the mark on my back.

The dress had worked its magic anyway. I still couldn’t quite believe that Weston had officially claimed me as his girlfriend. Happiness bubbled up inside me, leaving me with a permanent smile on my face.

I raided my mum’s huge walk-in wardrobe—she had hundreds of dresses, and although she was shorter than me, I knew I’d find something suitable. So here I was, in yet another black dress, only this one covered my back and was even shorter than my original one.

Weston was standing by the windows, talking to Caiden, with a glass in hand. He beckoned me over, so I made my way to them, detouring to grab my own drink on the way. When I reached him, he threaded his fingers through mine, pulling me closer.

Caiden stared at us with raised eyebrows. “What’s all this about?”

West shrugged. “What? Me holding my girlfriend’s hand?”

“Girlfriend, huh?” He grinned, pleased. “My little brother got himself a girlfriend.”

“Less of the little. I’m the same height as you, thanks.”

Cade ruffled his hair. “Yep. But I’m still the older, responsible one.”

“The boring one, you mean.”

“There’s nothing boring about me. Isn’t that right, Snowflake?” He smirked at Winter, who had wandered over to join us. Her eyes flicked down to my hand, joined with Weston’s, and she squeezed my arm lightly with a smile on her face, before turning her attention to Caiden.

“You’re far from boring.” She leaned in to kiss him. “Except when you watch Top Gear. That