Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
As his climax shuddered through him, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. I felt his warm, heavy weight and closed my eyes, disbelieving what just occurred.
Our labored breathing filled the tiny bedroom.
My pulse practically jumped in my throat.
Finally, the blood rushing in my ears calmed, and I became fully cognizant of our situation.
I sprawled on the bed with Brodan on top of me, between my legs, still inside me. We were both fully clothed, my thermal bottoms around my ankles and Brodan’s jeans around his hips.
It had been frantic.
Aggressive.
Fucking.
And the best orgasm of my life.
Brodan stiffened and raised his head to look at me. Something tortured in his gaze made me freeze like a deer in headlights. Then his expression shuttered, and he pulled out of me, the muscle in his jaw flexing before he rolled off and sat up. I pushed onto my elbows, fear cooling my pleasure-heated skin as I watched him brace his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
The posture of despair.
What every woman wanted to see from the man who’d just thoroughly fucked her.
“Brodan?”
He tensed and then looked over his shoulder at me. His gaze dropped to between my legs, and I suddenly felt incredibly vulnerable. I pulled my thermals and underwear back on. Brodan pushed off the bed and shoved open the door in the hallway to the tiny bathroom. Inside, I heard some rustling and deduced as he came back out, zipped up, that he’d disposed of the condom.
The condom.
Because we just had sex.
I did not see that coming.
“Brodan?”
He shot me an unreadable look before he bent down to pick up his discarded coat. His eyes came back to mine as he shrugged it on. “So … how did I compare to Arran?”
Pain so extreme sliced through me, he might as well have stuck me with a knife.
Realization dawned.
He’d kissed me back … and fucked me for revenge.
To hurt me even more.
A chill crawled through me. I needed it. I needed to feel nothing but cold because otherwise, I’d break in front of him. And I wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction.
“Get out. Now.”
For once, he listened.
Brodan spun on his heel and marched out of the room and through the small caravan. The door slammed shut behind him seconds later, and a minute after that I heard the crunch of gravel as his car left.
I crawled off the bed, clutching my stomach like I’d actually been gutted, and I pushed into the tiny bathroom. With the shower on as hot as it would go, I stripped out of my thermals, promising to burn them later, and stepped under the hot spray. I scrubbed at my skin, trying to wash him away, my sobs filling the small room like a thunderstorm breaking the heat.
18
Brodan
It was official.
I was a selfish fucking prick.
The words on the page of my book blurred every five seconds.
Monroe.
I couldn’t get the woman out of my head.
Her breathy moans, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her tight and throbbing and hot around me.
Then the look on her face at the words even I couldn’t believe had come out of my mouth.
Betrayal.
I’d never seen her wear that brittle expression before. Like every warm feeling she’d ever had for me died with just a few words.
All because I’d been scared shitless of what I felt as I moved inside her.
Like I was finally home.
That was terrifying, so I’d lashed out.
I wasn’t even angry about her sleeping with Arran anymore. I’d let go of that years ago. It was what came after that had wrecked me. Because Monroe Sinclair had abandoned me when so much shit was going on in my life, proving what I’d always feared.
The Adair men were cursed to lose the women they loved.
But every time I punished her for breaking me, I hated myself a little more.
I had to forgive Monroe or leave her behind for good.
This morning I’d taken another of Ery’s yoga and mindfulness classes, but even that didn’t help. Ery had watched me, concern wrinkling her brow, and I hurried from the class as soon as she called its end.
At the knock on my suite door, I dropped my book onto the bed and crossed the room to answer it.
“Lachlan?” I stared at my eldest brother, his eyes bloodshot with exhaustion. “Come in.”
He gave me a closed-mouth smile and patted me on the shoulder as he passed. Closing the door, I turned as he took in the suite that used to be his.
“Feeling nostalgic?” I teased.
Lachlan threw a smirk over his shoulder as he moved about the room. “Only for the times Robyn and I shared in here without interruption.”
Grinning, I sat down on the edge of the bed as he lowered himself into an armchair. “No sex for the new parents, then?”