The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(53)

I squeeze my thighs together as I bite my lip to keep from embarrassing myself. It’s pretty obvious now how much I desperately need to get laid. I feel like I might come from some fake sex dry-humping, and that’s just humiliating.

But then his fingers dig deeper into my hips and the softness isn’t so soft anymore. He’s growing hard, and I can’t help but notice that the motion of his hips is taking on a less fake, more real rhythm.

My thighs clench even tighter.

“Go ahead, Peaches. Come on my father’s desk.” His voice is husky and strained.

“Yes,” I cry out, pressing my hips back toward him.

Suddenly, I feel his stiff length slide between my thighs, rubbing against my aching clit, and I let out a gasp and a moan that is very, very real.

Glancing up at the camera screen, I see his expression in the video. There’s a look of feral determination on his face.

His grip on my hips tightens, and his breathing grows shallow with a grunt on every exhale.

“Keep going,” I whisper, clenching my thighs tighter around his cock.

“You’re so wet, Peaches,” he says with a growl, and I shamelessly drop my forehead against the desk as I thrust back

against him. The moisture of my arousal coats his cock as he fucks the space between my legs.

And with every stroke against my clit, I grow closer and closer to my climax.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

“Look at you,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “So fucking needy for my dick.”

I cry out louder at his filthy words. The muscles of my thighs burn as I squeeze them together, urged on by the hardening of his cock. Which means he’s about to come too.

With church music playing in the distance, we grind our bodies together until we’re both breathless and shuddering out our releases. He groans loudly as I feel his cock pulse against me, spilling his cum all over my legs and his father’s desk. My own climax drives pleasure into every extremity of my body.

For a few long moments, we stay in that position, recovering from the heat of the moment. When Adam releases his claw-like grip on my hips, I lift my head and stare directly at the video still recording on my phone.

As Adam snatches a tissue from the box on the desk, I reach over and grab my phone, stopping the recording. Still, it’s silent as he turns away from me and cleans himself up.

After I do the same, I grab my clothes and start to redress.

Nothing about that quenched this new craving. Instead, I think it just made it worse.

Adam clears his throat and tosses the cum-stained tissue into the trash can in the corner of the room and then our eyes meet for the first time.

He opens his mouth to say something and I have no idea why I feel the need to speak before him. Maybe because I expect him to say he’s sorry and I don’t want to hear an apology. Nothing about what just happened requires one in my eyes.

“Well, the viewers are going to love that,” I say with a smile.

His mouth closes as he fights a smile. “You’ll have a lot of editing to do.”

With that, he pulls me toward the door. When I try to pick up the papers on the floor, he touches my shoulder.

“Don’t,” he says, “I want him to know we were here.”

“Oh, he’s going to know,” I reply with a laugh as I glance back at the mess we left on his desk.





Twenty-Three

Adam

W e’re in the car, driving back to Sage’s place, when I realize I want to take her to dinner—at my parents’

house. My fingers grip the steering wheel as the idea enters my head, and I know that even though it’s fucking crazy, there’s no way I can let it go now.

Glancing over at her in the passenger seat, my cock twitches in my pants as I remember what her body felt like in my hands. How perfect that little ass is and how hard I came just from rubbing my dick on her.

My memory of the night we had sex is hazy from alcohol and adrenaline. I want to remember what it feels like to really sink my cock inside her. I want to feel how tight she is, how warm, how sweet, and how dirty.

What happened just now in my father’s office was crossing the line, but at least we crossed it together. I could read the expression of need and desire on her face. She came at the same moment I did. That’s just how in sync we are. How mind-blowing would the sex have been if we let ourselves truly give in?

What kind of man does that make me if I treat this girl like she means nothing more to me than a quick fuck? If I’ve disregarded her for so long but suddenly find myself wanting to know how she feels from the inside.

It makes me a piece of shit. It makes me no better than him.

My head is getting flooded with guilt when I truly need to keep my focus here. Take down Truett. Ruin the man who took everything from me.

I’ve fucked with his work. Now I’m ready to fuck with his home.

“Will you come to dinner with me?” I ask, glancing sideways at her. My eyes catch on the way her soft-pink waves



blow across her face, revealing the constellation tattoo on the side of her neck.

“Dinner?” she asks, curling her hair behind her ear. “Sure.”

“Perfect.”

We pull up to her apartment and sit in silence for a moment, and it feels like that moment in the office is lingering in the air, thick with tension.