Page 9 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“You feel so good,” he grits out. “So goddamn tight.”

“Well, it’s been a while,” I gasp. “Be nice to her.”

He laughs. Then slams into me so hard I see stars. “Was that nice?”

“Oh my god.”

“Say it again.”

“God, Jude—don’t stop.”

He doesn’t.

He keeps going until my legs are shaking, and my brain forgets how to process anything exceptmore. Every thrust is deep, rough, and perfectly angled. It's the kind of fucking that rewires your DNA, and ruins you for anyone else. I claw at his shoulders, dig my heels into the mattress, and hold on for dear life.

And still, it’s not enough.

He changes his angle, drives in deeper, and suddenly I can’t think. My legs start shaking. My orgasm builds fast and furious. I cry out his name in a half-sob, and fall apart underneath him all over again.

He doesn’t stop though. If anything, he starts fucking me harder.

I come yet again. My body is so wrecked I can’t tell where the pleasure ends, and the aftershocks begin. He fucks me through it all, chasing his own edge with clenched teeth.

“Lola—fuck,” he grits out, voice breaking apart.

Then he pushes in one final time, and everything in him goes still. His body tenses, jaw locked as he groans against my neck. I feel the shudder roll through him as he comes.

We stay tangled for a moment. His weight on top of me, his breath heavy against my skin, he’s still holding me. Eventually, he shifts just enough to look at me. His eyes are soft now, but there’s still a flicker of hunger behind them.

“Worth the wait?” he asks with gravel in his voice.

“If you ever massage me again, we’re going to need a safe word.”

He grins. “I’ll book you in weekly.”

I groan and cover my face with both hands. “I hate how good that sounds.”

He laughs, then rolls us sideways until we’re curled under the covers, limbs entangled in a move so intimate it must be accidental. Because that’s not what this is…right?

He drags his fingers down my back in lazy strokes, and my brain powers off. I don’t have the ability to try and read between the lines anymore. I just lean into the sensation, and fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter 3

Lola

Warmth is radiating from the bare skin pressed against my back. A perfectly muscled arm is slung heavy across my waist.

It’s morning and this isnotmy bed. My brain buffers for a moment before memories from last night snap into focus, vivid and uncomfortably clear.

My heart jolts.

Shit.

I don’t move yet. I need a plan first. So, I just lie there on unfamiliar sheets that feel like they were laundered by angels and maybe spun out of ethically-sourced cloud fluff. He’s a massage therapist, so these can’t be as expensive as they feel but, damn, they feel good. I’vegotto get a set of these. They’re heaven. Or maybe that’s the man behind me. Or the mind-blowing sex I had last night.

For a moment, I let myself feel the delicious ache between my thighs and the sated hum of my body.

Then Jude shifts behind me.