The Heart's Game (The Kelly Brothers, Book 4) by Crista McHugh Read Free Book Online Page A

again.
    He’d never wanted a woman this badly.
    But after being burned before, it was going to be on his terms.
    He rolled the condom on and pulled closer until she was barely seated on the throne before grabbing her ankles and lifting them up to rest on his shoulders. If she wanted to be fucked on a throne, then he was going to enjoy it. He watched his cock slide into her, savoring every inch of her tightness.
    Jenny gripped the arms of the throne and sucked in a tight breath through her teeth. “More.”
    He chuckled and took a moment to brace himself. She felt so good, he almost came right there. Combined with the visual of his dick firmly seated inside her, he was going to have a hard time lasting long enough to make her come if he didn’t engage in some serious willpower.
    He focused on establishing a tempo she enjoyed, varying the speed and depths of his thrusts until he was rewarded by the sweet sounds of her pleasure. Watching her enjoy him was a feast for the eyes. Jenny held nothing back. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted and murmuring his name with every thrust. She arched her back so her breasts were inches from his lips, and he took the opportunity to nip one of her brown nipples, earning another moan of delight.
    The pressure built up at the base of his cock too soon. He wanted to draw this out, to make her come again and again, but the warning bells in the back of his mind cautioned that if he didn’t do something soon, he’d come before she did. He went deeper, harder, faster. Sweat beaded along his forehead and slickened his palms, but he was close.
    So. Very. God. Damn. Close.
    Her inner walls clamped around him, sending him over the edge as spasms of ecstasy started within her and flowed into him. Molten lava coursed through his veins as he came. He released her ankles as the strength fled from his muscles and he collapsed against her, burying his face between her breasts. The sated exhaustion that followed left him drained. He’d come hundreds of times before, but never quite like this.
    Jenny combed her fingers through his damp hair. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
    “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” He lifted his eyes high enough to gauge her response.
    She gave him a sad smile. “I did. That’s the problem.”
    “How is great sex a problem?”
    “It can become addictive, and nothing’s changed since Comic-Con. I can’t get involved with anyone right now.” She tried to push him off of her so she could stand, but he clasped her hands in his and held her prisoner.
    Shit . He’d gotten so used to women chasing after him that he’d forgotten what it was like to have one push him away.
    And he wanted Jenny.
    Badly.
    “Give me one good reason why we can’t.”
    “For starters, it would throw off the whole game dynamic.” She wrestled her hands free and continued to push him away.
    “That’s a bullshit reason, and you know it.”
    She managed to slip by him and began getting dressed. “And I hardly know you.”
    “That didn’t stop you at Comic-Con.”
    “Comic-Con was an exception.” She tugged her leather pants on, hiding her perfectly shaped ass from his view. “I’m not usually this type of girl, and I never expected to see you again.”
    “You’re giving some of the lamest excuses I’ve ever heard.” He rose from the floor, his legs still rubbery, and moved beside her. “What’s the real reason you’re pushing me away?”
    Her whole body drew up like she was trying to hold back a stream of tears. “Please, Dan, don’t keep asking me why. I just can’t.”
    “Yeah, it’s complicated . I know.”
    “There’s no need to be sarcastic. If things were different, I would get involved with you, but…” Her voice broke, and she stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly. “It’s just that right now, the timing sucks.”
    No shit . He snatched his jeans off the floor and shook them out. He didn’t dare ask when the timing wouldn’t suck or if he