Claimed Series

Filthy Brother

The text is from Eddie, my brother. Also known as the man sitting on top of the list of people I want to throttle.

My jaw clenches as I read the message. He tells me that he’s coming home next week because he wants to introduce his new girl to our parents, and brags about how much fun he’s having in Europe. Like I asked. I haven’t spoken to him in two months, and yet he’s texting me like we’re close friends.

I reply in a short, snappy message. Stop being a selfish dick and grow up, Eddie. Get a fucking grip.

Before I can throw my phone onto the bedside table and ignore him, he replies: no need to be jealous, bro. Take a chill pill.

Immature doesn’t even begin to describe my brother. He’s a year older than me, and yet he acts like a teenage kid. I’ve never been quick to violence, but my God do I want to punch the shit out of him right now.

I don’t bother acknowledging his stupidity with a response, instead shutting off my phone completely and chucking it in the bedside drawer. Before I have time to really wallow in the fury I feel after speaking to my brother, the bathroom door opens with a gust of soapy-smelling steam.

My attention is immediately stolen by the girl who appears in the doorway. The entire rest of the world ceases to exist when Lacey’s near. Nobody matters but her.

Especially when she’s wearing nothing but a towel.

“I um…I don’t have anything to wear,” she says, running her bottom lip between her teeth. I push to my feet, needing to be closer to her, to touch her in whatever way she’ll let me. Her eyes sparkle as she lifts her chin, a teasing smile on her full lips. “But I thought, maybe I wouldn’t need clothes anyway.”

Her words send fire through my veins, my cock instantly hardening at the sweet but sinful tone in her voice, and then she nearly kills me by letting go of the towel. It drops to the floor at her feet, leaving her bare but for a few stray water droplets decorating her skin.

Instinct consumes me. In a second, I surge forward, grabbing her and hauling her closer. Lacey cries out as my hands cup her ass, forcing her legs around my waist and grinding her bare pussy against my cock through my sweats. Whatever edge of nervousness she had before is gone, and as I throw both of us on my bed, she clings to me.

“I was going to let you shower then wrap you up in bed and let you sleep and relax,” I tell her, my voice rough with a growl. “But if you expect me to be able to sleep now that I’ve seen how fucking perfect this body is? Think again.”

Lacey laughs, the sound morphing into a moan as I dip my head, laving my tongue over her peaked nipple. Her skin tastes so fucking sweet.

“I don’t want sleep,” she pants, shivering. “I want you.”

“Fuck,” I groan, reaching between us to shove my pants down and kick them off. “Goddamnit, baby. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Lacey whimpers as I brace my body over her, kissing and nipping and licking the sensitive skin on her breasts until her breaths are uneven and I can feel her grow wet where our hips are pressed together. I groan as she arches up, the movement rubbing her center against the underside of my cock, slicking me with her need.

“I need to fuck you, Lace,” I tell her, my hands tracing every inch of her soft, silky skin. “I need to fucking devour you.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out, pliant and eager for my touch.

My gaze dips down to take in every inch of her, pausing between her legs. Now that I can see her, really see her, for the first time, I know she’s my new addiction.

Now that I’m finally allowed to touch her, I can’t stop.

We both groan loudly as our bodies connect. She takes me like she’s made for me because she is. I turn my head to capture her mouth, whispering praises and promises against her soft lips, sharing moans with every breath.

“Tell me who you belong to, baby,” I tell her as I feel her pleasure begin to peak, her body shaking beneath mine. There’s no way I can hold back my own orgasm, not with her pussy clutching at me like she never wants to let me go, not with the way her eyes flutter and her breath catches and her breasts press against my chest, her hands grabbing at me.

“You! I—I belong to you, Levi!” she cries out as we fall apart together.

“Yes,” I groan, spilling inside her, keeping her close. “Yes, you are. Forever.”

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LACEY Pov::

I wake up wrapped in Levi’s arms, his strong embrace binding me against his warm, hard chest. Our legs are tangled together in a mess of blankets, and sometime during the night, I’ve discarded my pillow in favor of resting my head on his bicep.

There’s an ache between my legs that makes me grin like a crazy person. It’s a reminder of what we’ve done, a reminder of the fact Levi and I are actually finally properly together. Whatever worries I had about him not wanting me because of my history with his brother were clearly for nothing.

The truth is, even when things were good with Edward, I’ve never been happier in my whole damn life than I am right now, snuggled up in a ridiculously cozy bed with the man of my literal dreams.

I’m still smiling widely when Levi blinks his eyes open, sleepy gaze meeting mine. The deep forest green of his eyes sends total comfort flowing through me, and I melt further into his hold.