IN THE ARMS OF HIS BROTHER

CHAPTER FIVE

Emery’s pov.

The moment he closed the door behind us , the beast inside him uncaged . There was a rush between us as we kissed each other and hurriedly pulled off our clothes not minding the direction the clothes went .

I wanted skin and blood from the man I love — I missed him and it seems like he misses me too. It’s like the universe knew I needed him to make us end up at the same club.

The news at the Reynolds’ abode made me feel like everything was happening in a rush and I needed to ease my burden a.k.a feel free.

We moved to the bed and there was a pause— our eyes locked . For a moment, I skimmed through his naked torso

and my n*****s stood on end as I set my eyes on his long,thick, and hard bulging d**k.

OMG!

He lowered his head and tugged on my n****e, teasing and licking around it lazily with his mouth before alternating to the other one devouring on it like he was starved . It gave me chills and goosebumps appeared on my skin.

He traced his fingers through the middle of my stomach to

the v-line of my vulva before sliding two of his fingers inside of me .

“Mmmph,” I let out a breathless moan.

He slides out, rubbing and circling my c**t to make sure everywhere was wet with the juices it produced before sliding back in.

He continued faster, giving me ceaseless moans. The pop sounds from his fingers in and out of me gave him the confirmation he needed of how wet I am and aching for a replacement with his c**k, but he was not done .

Instead, he replaced it with his tongue, spreading my legs wider.

“Mmmph…Fuck!” My knuckles turned white from the sheets I’ve been holding onto.

He flipped me over in one second, and sucked and licked me from behind . My lungs barely expanded with my attempt to inhale and exhale. I want him inside of me already.

“You want me sweetheart ? Huh,” he asked as he tapped my ass.

“Ye…ye…yes,” I replied in between my moans .

“I need to hear that loud and clear,” he ordered. It was hot and commanding.

“Yes!’ I managed to say. He only needed me to say the word. I crave him more than anything now and I’m dripping already.

“Good. That’s it sweetheart.” He grabbed my waist up with one hand placing the other on my shoulder , and pushed his c**k deep inside me that made me feel it in my stomach, wrangling the loudest moan from me.

He rode me from a bit slowly to a bit faster . My libido has now moved from gear one to gear five.

A friction alternated between us as I pushed back at him, desperate for more. More pleasure , more anything.

He set my heart on fire, but the voice inside my head tells me this fire could burn me , but nevertheless I have no regrets.

It was a rhythm of movement between us till he let out a satisfying moan signifying his release. We were both gasping for air as he fell to the bed to lay beside me .

We both let out a breathless laugh as we held hands which led to a cuddle and a deep sleep.

This moment felt real and raw like we were soulmates —which we might be. It was passion , it felt perfect and exactly what I needed.

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“Ouch! my head feels heavy,” I muttered as I rubbed my hands over my forehead. The sun rays flashing on my eyes woke me up.

“What the f**k happened to me?” I snarled while stretching and turning my body to the other side.

Dammit! Lucas.

He was beside me, naked . f**k…fuck…fuck.

I came to a realization that I was also naked though under the white sheets and the fact that we had s*x and I was…drunk. I looked around trying to remember how everything played last night.

Our clothes were lying around— my bra at the entrance , his shirt on the couch, my gown on the floor , my underwear almost falling off the window.

I stood up quietly to collect all my stuff and went into the bathroom to shower .

This shouldn’t have happened. I remember how hot it was and me having no regrets, but that perfect feeling was a figment of my imagination. We’re both engaged to someone else and if this gets out, i’m f****d.

I came out of the shower in a swift and quiet manner, dressed and sneaked out of the room leaving Lucas behind. Thank goodness ,it's the weekend.

Getting to my house, I made myself a hangover tea to wade off the euphoric effect still lingering in my hormones.

I checked through my phone which I haven’t gone through since last night. What!

Nine missed calls from Austin . There was a message from my mum and Vivian, but I can deal with that later .

I checked the time which was 10:30am . He’s supposed to come help me out with moving my stuff to the family house . I can’t let him find out about what happened last night.

I was about to call him before I heard the doorbell.

“Hold on , I’m coming,” I yelled from the kitchen before I went to open the door.

My body froze at the spot . Dark hair, blue-green eyes and light-skinned.

It was Austin with a furious look on his face . His brows accentuated to a close to perfect v-line and his fist clenched.

He put on denim jeans and a casual white polo with a white pair of sneakers.

“Hi.” I tried to act normal. He didn’t respond.

I let him in , thinking of a better explanation of the situation at hand .

He turned to me as I locked the door, he gripped my shoulders with both hands and gave me a keen look.

“Emery, I came here looking for you as planned and you were nowhere to be found. Where the f**k were you?”

I opened my mouth to say something , then closed it. I gritted my teeth in fear and my toes felt sticky .

He glared at me with rage and curiosity. His grip on me became tighter that I could feel it in my bones . I could feel that it would leave a mark.

“I was here at exactly 8:30am and you were not here . Emery, where exactly. . .were you last night?” he repeated with a growl.

I shrieked because I couldn’t think of a better lie at the moment with his grip hurting me—and without flinching . If I should tell him where exactly I was , it would escalate things.

“Austin, you’re hurting me,” I said as I tried to resist, but the hold was tight.