Claimed Series

Filthy Brother

“I meant it more than I can even say,” I tell her honestly, my grip on her chin loosening so I can skate my hand up her neck. My fingers tangle in the silky soft blonde locks at the base of her neck, holding her still for me. “And now I’m going to prove it. Prove I want you more than air. Prove I’ve been drooling over you for months. Hold on to the counter, baby, and let me prove that you’re mine.”

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LACEY Pov::

The club is a whirlwind of hazy music and blurry lights, and I can’t concentrate on any of it except the man whose arm is around my waist as he drags us off the dance floor and into the bathroom.

I’ve had one single cocktail that was more fruit juice than it was alcohol, so I’m entirely sober, but dammit I’m drunk off Levi’s kisses. I’m dizzy and floaty with lust and relief as Levi’s big, strong hands grip my thighs when I part them. My hands cling to the edge of the counter, every raspy, desire-soaked word he groans sending me spinning into sparkly bliss.

I can’t keep track of all the emotions and thoughts circling in my mind, especially not when Levi’s kissing me like he’s not just hungry but starving. God, how long have I been thinking about this? Longer than is socially acceptable, that’s for sure. I can’t help but think back to when Levi turned up at my door, just two days after Edward had left me and called off the wedding.

Levi didn’t try to cheer me up or tell me things were all okay, like other well-meaning friends had done. Because the truth was things weren’t okay then. Now I’m almost grateful for Edward destroying our life together because marrying him would’ve been a huge mistake. If I married him, I’d have never known how intoxicating his brother’s touch feels.

From that night, when Levi sat with me all night long helping me clean up the mess his brother had left, Levi proved that he truly cared about me. He showed me, over a tub of ice cream and a floor covered in torn-up wedding magazines, that I was worth taking care of.

The truth is undeniable. Levi Anderson has had a piece of my broken, bruised heart from the start.

And I can’t pretend that all the things I feel for him can be summed up in the word friendship any longer.

I never dared to believe he felt the same, not until now. The idea that he wouldn’t want me because of what happened with his brother plagues me. But with one hand tangled in my hair and the other cupping my aching pussy over my panties, Levi makes my doubts go silent.

I gasp and shiver when two of his fingers slide underneath the gusset of my underwear, sliding through my wet folds. My eyes fly open when he presses slowly inside me, pleasure shooting through my blood.

“L-Levi,” I moan, my hands abandoning the counter to grip his shoulders.

“So wet, so hot,” he groans, kissing my collarbone and crooking his fingers inside me, coaxing another wave of bliss out of me. “I need to feel you around my cock, baby.”

I swear I’ve never wanted anything more. But… “I’ve never…” I breathe the words in a whisper.

Levi looks down at me with adoration shining in his deep green eyes. “I know, Lace,” he says softly. “There’s no pressure. I won’t deny I don’t want you more than air or that the thought of being the only one to have you isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever imagined, but your virginity is yours to give. I won’t take it if you’re not ready.”

I swoon at his words. The tender, loving tone he has, backed with a slight rough growl from his lust, is the best thing I’ve ever heard. He’s misunderstood me, though. It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with him, I want that so badly I don’t even care that we’re doing this in a random club bathroom. It’s that all the fights his brother and I had over sex, or the lack of it, have left me…ashamed.

I don’t even have to explain. Levi can read me like a book.

“I’m not my brother, Lace,” he reminds me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. His fingers are still buried inside me, building a tight coil of desperation low in my stomach. “He’s a fucking prick who didn’t appreciate how incredible you are. He never deserved you, baby.”

Levi’s words wash over me, soothing and cleansing. I want him all the more for it. “You’re nothing like him,” I agree, using my grip on his shoulders to tug him closer so I can kiss his jaw. “I want it to be you, Levi. I want this, I want you, I want us. I’ve wanted it for a long time now.”

My admission hangs between us for a second before it’s crushed between our bodies. Levi devours me, kissing the breath out of me, his fingers turning me into a shaking, writhing mess beneath him.

But I want more than just his hand. I want all of him.

My fingers are clumsy and shaky from the haze of pleasure Levi has created around me, but I manage to yank his jeans open in three attempts. Hurriedly, I tug his boxers down, freeing his cock.

I break our kiss to glance down between us and circle my hand around the long, hard length of him. Levi inhales sharply at the touch, his head falling to my shoulder. It sends a thrill through me, knowing he’s just as affected by this as I am. I want to make him fall apart for me, just as much as I want to fall apart for him.

I might not have much experience with this, but even I know Levi’s bigger than average. Half of me is worried there’s no way that’ll fit inside me, but the other half is excited as hell to try.

“Fuck, Lace, you don’t know what you do to me,” Levi grinds out through clenched teeth, his voice deliciously gravelly with need.

I wiggle closer, pressing our bodies together. The head of his cock swipes against my sensitive flesh, a promise of more, and I can’t stop the sound that comes out of me. I’ve never needed anything more than I do right now.

I drop my gaze to watch Levi line his cock to my entrance, holding my breath, fire racing through me at the sight.

Just as he slips the first inch inside me, someone knocks on the door.

We freeze, both of our heads snapping to the side to look at the way the door rattles on its hinges as someone pounds their fist against it.