Wild about Weston (The English Brothers Book 5) by Katy Regnery Read Free Book Online Page A

He fell back to the bed, lying beside her on his side and took her other nipple into his mouth while his fingers traced her lips.
    Molly opened her mouth, sucking two digits inside and mimicking the movements of his tongue on her breast, licking, sucking, laving her tongue around his fingers and moaning as the swirling in her stomach made her muscles start to clench in anticipation of—
    Knock, knock, knock.
    “Wes?”
    Stefan jerked his neck up from her breasts, whipping his eyes to the door.
    “Shit!” he whispered. Then, a little louder, “One minute.”
    “Wes, what the hell are you doing? It’s time for pictures.”
    “Jesus, Alex.” His voice was breathless. “I said to give me a minute.”
Molly stared up at him. His face was turned away from her, but his chest still propelled itself frantically into hers with every panted breath he took.
    From the hallway, Molly heard chuckling. “Oh, shit! Wes, are you getting it on with someone in there?”
    Stefan—or more accurately—Wes, finally turned from the door to look down at her face. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he flicked a glance at Molly’s swollen lips before finding her eyes again.
    “My asshole brother,” he whispered, pursing his lips and shaking his head.
    “You’re Weston English,” said Molly, feeling a little dizzy and a lot frustrated. Before Alex’s untimely interruption, she was about to have her first—of she hoped many—orgasm. She took a deep, shuddering breath, remaining motionless beneath him, as he stared back down at her.
    “Weston Stefan English.”
    “I see,” she said.
    “And you are?”
    “Molly McKenna. Molly Samaria McKenna. I’m a friend of Daisy’s.”
    His eyes widened and a slow grin spread out across his face. “A friend… You’re a guest. You didn’t—”
    “Crash?” If it hadn’t been so dark, he would’ve seen her blush. “You don’t know me at all, but I’m not really the wedding-crashing type.”
    “I know you a little more than ‘not at all,’” he countered, rubbing his body against hers and leaning down to kiss her again.
    Alex rapped on the door, louder this time. “Romper Room! Pictures!”
    “God damn it, Alex!” Weston vaulted off of the bed and strode to the door, whipping it open. Molly scrambled to sit up, grasping for a sheet, which she clutched over her breasts. When she looked up at the door, she smiled with relief. Weston had only opened it a crack and was blocking Alex’s view entirely with his body. “What the fuck? I’m occupied. Give it a fucking rest. I’ll be down in five minutes.”
    “Can you finish that fast?” teased Alex, still laughing.
    “Fuck you, Alex,” answered Weston, slamming the door in his brother’s face and locking it before stalking back to the bed.
    Leaning down, he picked up Molly’s black lace bra and stared at it regretfully for a moment before handing it to her.
    “I’m sorry,” he said softly, reaching for his pants.
    “For what?” she asked, threading her arms through the straps and fastening the bra in the back.
    He slipped the pants on and reached down for his T-shirt and her dress. “For not telling you who I was. For my fucking brother. For not getting to finish what we started. Take your pick.”
    “Don’t worry about it.”
    She took her dress from him and stood to slip it over her head. His hand on her arm stopped her, and she looked up to see him staring at her, his pants and shirt unbuttoned, his eyes hungrily searching her face.
    “Molly, I…I mean, I…” He grinned at her sheepishly, chuckling lightly. “Can I tell you something?”
    “Sure,” she said, resting her dress over her arm, a little surprised to find she didn’t mind standing in front of Weston English wearing nothing but her bra and skimpy underwear.
    “There’s this girl I’ve been seeing…Connie. She broke things off this morning, and I—” He bit his bottom lip, and his fingers tightened momentarily on her arm.
    “Oh,”