Serves Me Wright (Wright #9) - K.A. Linde Page 0,65
gasped, finally opening my eyes to look at him.
His cock jutted up toward me. His chest heaved, as if he could barely restrain himself from taking me.
“I could watch you come all day.”
I flushed at his words, coming up onto my elbows. “That could be arranged.”
His dark eyes flared molten. As if he might very well take me up on that. “Don’t tempt me.”
“All day, Wright.”
He smirked and then covered my body. “I like this Jen.”
“How so?” I whispered as he brushed the tip against my wet center.
“Unrestrained,” he breathed.
Then he drove inside my body. I was so wet that I just stretched around him. He felt as if he were always meant to be there.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed the final inch into my body.
We were perfectly joined. His hands wrapped around my waist and drew me in even closer.
“I wanted this all day. Watching you work, watching your joy, it was so hard to contain myself. Linen was not the right choice.”
I laughed softly. He eased out and drove into me again.
“I can’t get enough of you, Jen.” He brushed a lock of my hair out of my face and then finally claimed my mouth.
He still tasted like me, but I was beyond caring. Beyond caring that we were in public and having sex poolside. Julian Wright was thrusting inside of me, bringing us both to the edge.
We came undone at the same moment. My climax driving on his own. Until we were both a tangled mess of limbs against the hard concrete floor. Nothing could be more perfect. Julian Wright was mine. He’d wanted to fuck me all day. He’d even gone to great lengths to surprise me in our resort room. Now, we were here, in a perpetual state of satisfaction.
There was nothing in my life more right than this Wright.
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Julian
“Hey. Hey,” a voice whispered, pulling me from sleep.
I blinked an eye open, and Jen was draped, naked, against my chest. “Morning.”
“Your phone has been going off for the last ten minutes.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “Let’s ignore it.”
My hands slid to her waist. We’d barely slept last night. I’d been…vigorous in our activities. Always wanting more. Always taking more. She was probably too sore to even have more this morning…but I’d be gentle. Maybe.
She laughed as I slid a hand down to her lower half. “Phone first. It might be important.”
I sighed and swiped a hand down my face. “I’m not awake enough for this.”
She yawned. “Me neither.”
I pressed a kiss to her lips and rolled out of bed. I was still naked. Right. I tugged on a pair of boxers and grabbed my phone as it started ringing again. I yawned dramatically, taking the call out on the pool, where our clothes were apparently still draped. No one walking by was going to have to guess what had happened here. I smirked. Damn straight.
Finally awake enough, I glanced down at the phone and saw Jordan’s name on the screen.
“Hey, Jor,” I said with a yawn. “It’s early. I’m in Mexico. Is the vineyard burning down? Because I don’t know why else you’d be calling me.”
“Fuck, you’re in Mexico. I forgot.”
“Yep. So…not burning down? I can go back to bed?”
“No, I’m guessing you haven’t checked your email.”
“Was kind of busy.”
“Right,” he said. Then I heard something in my brother’s voice that I rarely heard…fear. Or at the very least, unease.
I straightened and tried to wake up more fully. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? Is it Mom?”
“No, no, Mom is okay. But I got an email this morning. It was sent to you, too.”
“Okay?” I asked uncertainly.
“Just…just go read it and then call me back.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Or I can wait. Whatever.”
He was serious. Jordan wanted me to read this email. I shrugged. “All right.”
I put the phone on speaker and dropped into a seat in front of my laptop. I’d done some work from the resort while Jennifer had been busy. It was already up and ready for me. I clicked over to my email and scrolled through the long list of spam emails that I really should have unsubscribed from earlier.
“See it?” Jordan asked.
I didn’t know what I was looking for, but there was only one email there that looked out of place. Only one that immediately drew a red flag.
“Yeah. I see it.”
From: Weston Wright
Subject: Quick Question…
I clicked on it.
Then, I blinked and blinked again.
“Jor.”
“Yeah,” he said softly.
Hey,
My name is Weston Wright, and I think…you might be my brother.