the look of rapture adorning it. “Because, like recognizes like, goddess. We’re made for each other.”
I am so in love with her and so damn angry at her. But I don’t know how to wake somebody who’s only pretending to be asleep.
I pull my hand away from her body and take a huge step back. “It’s a damn shame that you fucked this up so royally.”
Her eyes flutter and open, dazed and glassy with need. I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a groan and shove my hands into my pockets to keep myself from yanking her back to me.
She blinks, the glaze in her eyes clears
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m sick of your secrets, and your desire to help everyone but yourself.”
“That isn’t true.” She yells, but I am done listening.
“You make me so crazy, like… some nights, I want to set myself on fire for it. But I’m done trying to prove myself to you, …” I wipe my palm on my trouser leg and her eyes grow wide.
I look away. Because fool I am, I can’t look her in the eye and lie. “So, you got your wish. You are officially out of my system.”
I walk out and it takes all my self-control not to slam the door behind me. I’m so angry I could spit. What the fuck is happening? It just keeps getting worse. I wish I could get her out of my system, but I can’t.
I whip my phone out and call Hayes.
“Hey, you home?” I ask when he answers.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
“Need to talk to you. I’ll be there in five.”
“It’s late. why can’t you talk on the phone?”
“Man, you have a 3-month-old baby. You weren’t asleep anyway. Can I come over or what?”
“Uhhh…not when you sound like you want to kick my ass.”
I chuckle, surprised that I can manage it when I’m so angry. “No, I just joined a board and I’m fundraising money for the organization.”
“That’s nice,” he deadpans.
“I need you to write a check. Make some phone calls and grease a few squeaky wheels at the city department of health.” Regan won’t like it, but I don’t care. I’ll remind her that she offered me a spot on the board the first time we talked about Venus Rising.
He laughs out loud. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I forget the part where I live in a lamp that you’re the master of?”
I sigh, still weary. But I feel a little less defeated just talking to him. “No, you’re my brother. I need your help. Help that’s in your power to give. So, I’m asking.”
There’s a beat of silence, but I’m not worried. My brother is an asshole, he’d cut his arm off for me as fast as I’d cut mine off for him.
“Well, shit. Come on over. I’ll get the coffee on.”
I Want What Can't Be Mine
Stone
“That is so good, Venus,” I moan, and lift the long fall of her hair off her face, so can I see her better. The sight nearly scrambles my senses.
She’s lying on her stomach draped between my spread thighs. My dick is as deep as it can be inside the lush heat of her talented, wicked little mouth. One of her hands is fisted around the base of my dick, the other splayed on my stomach. I bend a knee, and she moans around my cock, her eyes flying up to mine. The scorching need in her gaze makes my mouth water.
I sit, grab her hips and rotate her body, until her knees are on either side of my head. Her lips never surrender my dick.
I spread her glistening, neatly trimmed pussy, and she rocks her hips. With a growl, I cover her with my mouth and run my tongue over her in one long, luxurious stroke.
My balls tighten and sparks of pleasure start in my toes and course up my legs. She moans, and it vibrates all around my pulsing dick and—
“Hey, wake up, man. It’s time to go,” Beau’s beefy hand slaps down on my shoulder and startles me out of my erotic dream. I glance down at my lap and I’m relieved to see that my bulging erection is still trapped in my jeans.
Three nights ago, I woke up from a nap in the common rest area during my overnight shift at the hospital with my dick fisted in my hand. I’ve been afraid to sleep during a shift since. And now, I’m exhausted.