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

opinion didn’t matter, though, because she also had enough information on Martin Smith’s shady dealings to have him locked away for a long time, and the courts looked very favourably on the evidence she’d provided.

On the plus side, she’d been kicked out of Alstone College, and last I’d heard, her family was selling their house and moving to the other side of the country. The evidence I’d managed to obtain from the group on the dark web had helped to convict a number of additional people, and the dog-fighting ring had been broken up. Although I knew that it still continued on elsewhere, the fact that we’d managed to eradicate it in Alstone was a huge deal. It was something I’d been working towards for so long.

It was a gorgeous summer day, and I was reclining on the uncovered part of the deck outside the back of the Four’s house, basking in my bikini in the sun’s rays.

My house, too, as of this morning. I’d agreed with West and my parents that I’d trial living here over the summer, and if it didn’t work out for whatever reason, I’d move into university accommodation when my first semester began in September (not back in with my parents. As much as I loved them, I wanted to experience new things). Plus, Winter was beyond excited to have another girl living in the house.

The buzz of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts, and I unlocked the screen to find a message from my mum.

Mum: Hope moving in went ok. Come for dinner this week, I miss you! xx

Me: I’ve only been gone for a day

Mum: Even so. Dinner. Wednesday? Bring my favourite son-in-law too! xx

Me: MUM. STOP.

Me: I will come, as long as you promise not to call West your son-in-law

Mum: I won’t say it to his face. How’s that?

Me: I guess it’ll have to do. See you Weds then. Love you xx

Mum: Love you too xx

Placing my phone back on the deck, I slipped off my sunglasses and laid them on top. Then, closing my eyes, I lay back again, enjoying the sun on my face.

My eyes flew open and I shrieked as cold droplets hit my bare stomach. Weston was standing over me with a huge grin on his face, brandishing a dripping ice cube.

“You’re going to pay for that,” I warned, bounding off the chair and attempting to wrestle the ice cube out of his grip.

“Slippery fucker!” he shouted as the ice cube fell, landing in the grass below. Before I could dive for it, he picked me up and spun me around, carrying me back into the house.

“Where are you taking me?” Locking my legs around his waist, I buried my face in his shoulder, holding him tightly.

“I told everyone that we needed to celebrate you moving in, so we have the house to ourselves.”

“We’re celebrating tonight, aren’t we?” My stomach flipped with the sensation that I always got around my boyfriend—the heady combination of lust and something far deeper. The connection between us was so strong that I constantly wondered how I’d managed to get so lucky. How the boy I’d always loved, loved me back.

“You know what I’m referring to.” I could hear the amusement in his voice, and I smiled against him.

“I know, and I’m already sure that I’ll prefer these celebrations to my housewarming party later.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” he promised, his voice going all dark and raspy as we reached our bedroom door and he kicked it open.

“West…” Drawing my head back, I took his lower lip between my teeth, watching his pupils dilate as he stared at me.

“Fuck, Lena. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He pressed me up against the wall, his mouth coming down on mine. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue met mine, all hot, devastating kisses.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re wearing this.” Dropping me on the bed, he crawled over my body, ridding me of my bikini in what felt like seconds, before tugging off his shorts to reveal his hard cock.

He scraped his teeth down my throat, dropping soft bites, kisses, and licks down my body until I was begging, aching for him. “Need you now. Please.”

“Yeah?” His eyes went to half-mast, as he lowered his body, dragging his hard length along my wetness. “What if I wanna make you come before I fuck you?”

“No. Need you.” Wrapping my legs around him, I used a useful trick to flip us over so I was on top of him, and then I was sinking down onto his thick cock.

“Fucking love you,” he rasped, his heated eyes devouring me as our hips thrust against each other. “Touch yourself.”

When my hand went to my clit, he swallowed hard. “Oh, fuck.” His groan had me riding him harder, our bodies chasing each other higher and higher.

Then, he was flipping us back over, pounding into me, and I shattered around him, crying out his name.

“Weston.”

His name on my lips sent him over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he shuddered against my body.

I’d never get enough of him.

When I’d recovered enough to breathe again, I whispered the words that I’d never get tired of saying to him.

“I love you.” Eyes closed, I lay back, sleepy and sated. I felt him carefully withdraw from me, and then his hot breath was on my skin as he lowered his head to kiss my eyelids.

“I love you, too.”

My eyes fluttered back open, and I drank in the sight of him laying soft kisses all the way down my arm. Stopping at the bottom, he pressed his lips to the inside of my wrist, where Roman numerals had been inked a couple of weeks ago.

IV.

Yeah. I was one of them now.

THE END

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