Breathless_ Steel Brothers Saga - HELEN HARDT Page 0,55
from innocent. She’d made love like a pro. No mistaking her for a little girl anymore. Nope. No more pink and yellow unicorns. No more toddler trotting after Joe and me as teens.
Thank God.
Still, though, she deserved so much better than I had to offer.
Just thinking about her had my dick hardening again. She was here. I was here. Technically this could count as the same time. I could wake her gently and slide my cock into her once more.
She looked so serene and peaceful, though. How could I wake her just to get my rocks off? That’d be pure selfishness.
Then again, this entire evening had been pure selfishness. I’d slept with her knowing very well that it would never happen again, that I’d never be able to have a relationship with her. I’d slept with her when I should have been home with my mother and my son after Ted Morse had shown up at our home. I quickly texted my mom, apologizing for the late hour. I breathed easier when she texted back that everything was fine.
I sat down on the bed and trailed my hands over Marjorie’s sleeping body. She stirred, opening one eye.
“Bryce?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
She sat up abruptly. “What time is it?”
“A little after midnight.”
“Oh my God,” she said, jumping from the bed. “The boys. Talon. Jade. Their dinner. Crap!”
“I think they probably ate without you,” I said.
“But I make dinner for them. That’s part of how I’m helping while Felicia’s gone. I’m supposed to— Shit. Where’s my phone?” She turned on the light.
We both flinched against the visual intrusion. She pawed through the clothes on the floor until she came up with her smartphone.
“Three texts from Talon. He’s wondering about dinner.”
“I’m sure he figured something out. He’s a big boy.”
“What am I going to tell him? How could I be so selfish?”
“You’re living your life for your brother and his family. You are the least selfish person on the planet. We all know that.”
“But the boys. Jade. They were counting on me.”
“You’re not an indentured servant, Marj. They made do.”
“But—”
I went to her and gathered her into my arms. “It’s okay.”
She melted into me. How could this amazing woman even consider herself to be selfish? I was the selfish one. I’d taken everything she’d given me, knowing full well I couldn’t return it. I kissed the top of her head once more.
Then her hand clamped around my erection.
“Marj…”
“I’m sorry.” She let go. “I feel like a piece of crap right now, having let my brother and the others fend for themselves, but you’re hard. You’re so hard. And I want you.” She dropped to her knees.
“God.” I clenched my teeth.
She wrapped those beautiful lips around my cock and slid them back and forth. Then she moved away. “I’m doing it again. Being selfish.”
Selfishness be damned. I was ready to say anything, do anything, to get her mouth on me again.
That was truly selfish.
The problem? I didn’t give a fuck at the moment.
I pulled her to her feet and took her lips with my own.
She opened, kissing me back, and I pushed her against the wall, grinding my cock into her belly. She went limp against me, her kisses hard and passionate, her body sticking to mine as if we were glued together.
I reached the light switch and flicked it off, still kissing her, still reveling in her, still wanting her with an insatiable hunger.
Without thinking, I lifted her against the wall and set her onto my hard cock, wincing as I tunneled into her, her tightness the perfect sleeve for me.
She gasped into my mouth, but our lips didn’t part all the way. Just enough for each of us to breathe, and then our amazing kiss continued.
I pushed into her, the wall stabilizing her body, and thrust harder. Again and again and again.
And only moments later, when I released again inside her, I knew the blazing, undeniable truth.
I’d never get enough of her. No matter how many times we did this, I’d always want more.
I’d never tire of her perfection, of her sweet sighs, deep kisses, silky fingers on my skin.
I’d never tire of her spicy fragrance, her rosy flesh, her full red lips.
I’d never tire of her perfect pussy around my fingers, around my cock.
Which meant only one thing.
This could never, never happen again. I’d live on the ranch, I’d see her, but I had to resist her. I couldn’t be alone with her. Not again.