Cheated, But A Night With My Ex's Brother

CHAPTER 2

BELLA

I had planned to travel home for Christmas, but I canceled at the last minute. I couldn’t bring myself to face my father and explain everything. I had already told him I would be bringing my fiancé, and showing up alone would only lead to more questions than I was ready to answer, especially not in my current state of mind.

“Another bottle, please,” I muttered to the bartender, slurring my words. He gave me a pitying look before placing a full bottle of whiskey in front of me.

What better way to numb the ache in my heart and the endless tears that kept falling than to drown myself in alcohol? At this point, it felt like the only way to forget.

Or so I thought, until a man, who looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine, dropped onto the stool beside me.

I couldn’t help but stare. Why not? I was single, no commitments, and I didn’t owe anyone an explanation about how I spent my night.

“It’s rude to stare,” he said, turning to face me with a teasing glint in his eyes.

I raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “But definitely not rude to admire,” I replied, meeting his gaze.

He tilted his head slightly, his piercing blue eyes taking me in slowly. “Are you flirting with me?” he asked, his voice low and husky. The small smile tugging at the corners of his lips told me he wasn’t annoyed.

“Am I?” I countered, daring him to answer.

He chuckled. “I’m Alex,” he said, extending his hand.

I stood to shake it, but the alcohol in my system made me a little unsteady. As I wobbled, his arm shot out to steady me, preventing me from falling flat on my face.

My breath caught when his hand brushed against my breast. I was acutely aware of the way my body responded to his touch.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning me carefully to make sure I was fine.

I took a step closer to him, closing the space between us. “Are you married?” I blurted out.

His eyes widened in surprise before he gave a low chuckle. “I beg your pardon?”

“I’m not interested in sleeping with a married man,” I said, my words direct.

He bit his lip, suppressing a smile. “No, I’m not married. Are you?”

“I’m as free as a bird.”

His eyes darkened slightly, and he leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “Do you do this often, love?”

That wasn’t really any of his business, but I couldn’t help myself. “I have a room upstairs,” I whispered back, leaning into his touch.

He pulled back slightly, studying my face. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I was going to get very drunk… It was supposed to make me forget everything, but it’s not working,” I admitted, feeling an unexpected vulnerability.

“What?” He reached out and tilted my chin, making me meet his gaze. “The alcohol?”

I nodded, biting my lip nervously. “Will you?”

His hand, still resting above my ribcage, tightened, brushing against my breast. “Will I what, love?”

“Make me forget?”

He growled softly, pulling me roughly against him. “I don’t know what put you in this state, but you’re going to forget it for a very long time.”

Before I could respond, his lips crushed against mine, and he kissed me fiercely. His lips moved over mine with a hunger that left me breathless. The heat in my body intensified, my senses overwhelmed by the way he touched me, kissed me. I could feel the hardness of my body’s response against him, and it only made the kiss more frantic.

Eventually, Alex pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark with desire. He rested his forehead against mine, trying to steady himself, before grabbing something from the table. He didn’t seem to care what it was as he led me away, the bartender mumbling something under his breath as he cleared the table.

Once we reached the elevator to the room I had reserved, Alex didn’t waste any time. He lifted me off the ground, his hand gripping my butt as he pressed me against him. His lips found mine again, harder this time, demanding and urgent. It was then that I realized at the bar, he had been holding back.

“What room?” he murmured, his lips still brushing against mine.

“Seventeen,” I breathed out, the urgency in my voice making it clear I wanted to get there as fast as possible.

I didn’t even notice when he reached into my purse for the key card, but before I could process anything else, my back hit the softness of the bed.

While he fumbled with his pants, I began to slip the zipper of my dress down, one shoulder exposed. This wasn’t supposed to be some romantic escape. No, I wanted something simple—just a night where I could let go and be consumed entirely.

Once my dress was off, I quickly reached for the drawer, hoping to find a pack of condom. Thankfully, I did. I handed the condom to him, and he smirked, tearing it open with his teeth. The way he did it… there was something undeniably sexy about watching a man tear a condom pack open with his teeth.

“Lie back, angel,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Grip the pillow with both hands and don’t let go. Understand?”

I swallowed, my body already trembling with need. I did as he asked, gripping the pillow tight, my core pulsing with desire as I felt my body reacting to every command.

He kicked the covers to the footboard, his eyes dark with desire as he spoke again, his voice rough. “Spread your legs and pull up your knees.”

My breath caught audibly as my n*****s hardened further, casuing a deep ache in my breast.

Fuck. Alex is hot as hell.

I was literally panting with excitement, my mind spinning with the possibilities. The flesh between my legs trembled with want.

“Oh angel,” he cooed, running his index finger through my slick cleft. “See how wet you are for me.”

His single rigid finger pushed into me, parting my swollen tissues. I tightened around him, so close to coming I could taste it. He withdrew and lifted his hand to his mouth, licking my juices from his skin. My hips arched involuntarily, my body straining towards his.

Sliding down into a prone position, he settled his shoulders beneath my thighs and licked my v****a with the tip of his tongue.

Around and around, ignoring my c**t and refraning from f*****g me even when I begged.

“Alex…please..”

“Shh. I have to get you ready first.”

“I was born ready.” Whimpering in distress, I rocked my hips into that teasing tongue. Only when I soaked with my own arousal, creaming desperately for the feel of his d**k , did he crawl over me and settled inbetween my spread thighs, placing his foreamrs flat on the bed.

He stared at me, squinting to get a better view of my face due to the low light in the room. His c**k, feverishly hot and hard as stone, lay against the lips of my s*x.

“Now,” I breathed out, “now…”

With a shift of his hips, he rammed deep into me, shoving me up the bed.

“f**k…” I moaned, convulsing ecstatically around the thick volume of flesh that possessed me.

“Don’t come.” He murmured in my ear, cupping my breast in his hands and rolling my n*****s in between his thumb and forefingers.

“What?” I moaned, licking my lips.

“And don’t let go of the pillow.”

He began to move in a slow, lazy rhythm. “You’re going to want to,” he muttered, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I bucked into his next thrust and nearly came. He stroked his c**k inside me, rubbing over and over the tender bundle of nerves.

Rolling his lips, he screwed into me, exploiting other spots. My finger cramped with the grip I had on my pillow, my head thrashing against the driving need to orgasm.

“Don’t come,” he repeated, his voice hoarse, “make it last.”

“I can’t…it feels too good…” tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “please…” I begged, trembling with the effort to stave off my building climax. “I am going to c*m!”

“Come for me…” he coaxed, quickening his pace. “come baby girl…”

On command, the orgasm struck me, shocking my system. I cried out his name, chanting it over and over as he drove his c**k into me, pro-longing my climax, before pushing me into another one.

“Touch me,” he rasped as I fell apart beneath him, “hold me.”

Freed from his command to hold the pillow, I bound him to my sweat covered body with arms and legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving towards his climax.

He came with a growl, his head thrown back as he spurted into the condom for long minutes. I held him until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.

When he finally rolled off me, he didn’t go far. He lay beside me and whispered. “Go to sleep now.”

I don’t remember if I stayed awake long enough to reply.