Filed To Story: Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow
He drops his gaze to mine, and I reach up and lazily loop both arms around his neck. His body is warm, always warm. My fingers trail along the collar of his shirt as I look up through my lashes.
“Okay, Mr. Good-with-Numbers, solve this: One Sloane multiplied by one Knox, divided by one Sloane, plus one Knox.”
His eyes darken, mouth twitching in that way that always tells me I’ve lit a fuse.
He drops the box cutter to the side with a clink and slides one arm around my waist. Then he dips down and kisses me. It’s not rushed. His lips meet raine with warm pressure, as though he’s taking his time to memorize the shape of my mouth.
His hand moves to the back of my head, fingers spreading gently through my hair, pulling me in.
My heart trips. Not just from the kiss, but from the way it makes me feel loved and claimed. When he pulls back, I almost bring his head back Almost
Instead, I say, “Is that the answer to my question? A kiss?”
“No. If one Sloane multiplies one Knox, you get a creampie. When you divide that product by the addition of one Sloane and one Knox, you get two bald headed twins in the space of nine months.”
I burst out laughing, resting my forehead against his chest for a second to steady myself. “You’re unbelievable, Knox.”
“That’s God-honest mathematics.”
“If you keep talking about babies,” I say between chuckles, “we’re going to have a problem.”
He leans in again, this time pressing a kiss to the bridge of my nose.
“I’ll convince you soon enough, Bunny.”
And then, just like that, he releases me gently and returns to the mysterious box. Like he didn’t just casually mention impregnating me with twins.
Still smiling, I move to stand beside him, watching as he bends to pick up the box cutter, which he then digs back into the top seam of the package. His hands are focused again, careful and practiced.
I squint at the enormous thing. “What is this?”
“You’ll see,” he says.
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He keeps working at the box, tearing at the flaps until the outer shell falls away with a dull thunk. I decide to busy myself as I wait by asking some very important questions.
“You do realize my car is designed to carry four people, right?” I ask, arms folding across my chest.
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, crouching to slice a line from top to bottom of the box. Why he doesn’t just pull the damn thing off is beyond me.
“You can’t send out an entire football team to protect me, Knox. I was riding awkwardly in the middle like a poorly placed sandwich.”
“Would you like an upgraded car with extra seats?”
“You’re so annoying.”
He grunts as the last bit of tape gives way. The box peels off entirely now, dropping to reveal a shape beneath protective packaging-those inflated air columns that cushion impact during shipping. The object beneath is large and greenish, but something familiar sticks out from the top. squint. “Is that an alien’s head?”
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“Yup,” Knox says without looking up.
I reach out, fingers brushing the smooth head sticking out of the packaging, it’s foam. Dense and thick with sculpted features: The head is anal, fath bulbous black eyes and a tiny slit for a mouth.
“What’s beneath it?” I ask, looking down.
He’s already begun tearing downward, slicing open the rest of the wrapping.
What emerges is…well.
A body.
Large. Square. The surface is spongy and cloth-wrapped, shaped like a mattress with two raised mounds on the upper area-clearly meant to resemble alien breasts. The mouth, or whatever that opening is, sits lower on the body, oval-shaped. Webbed limbs extend on both sides, forming legs that bend outward, giving the thing an awkward but strangely endearing posture.
My eyes widen as it dawns on me that this is probably mine. Who else likes aliens in this house? I don’t say anything right away.
“So,” Knox says casually, “what do you think?”
“You got me an alien SpongeBob?” I squeak.
“Huh? No. That’s a mattress. An alien mattress.”
I blink at him.
“Remember that night I crashed at your place and we talked about aliens spying on humans by acting as furniture?” he says. “I thought it was cute. So got you an alien bed. I wanted it much bigger, but Aaron messed up the bed size.”
That breaks me.
I laugh-hard. The kind of laugh that shakes my belly and makes my shoulders curl inward. I double over, clutching my stomach, trying to breathe.
Then I launch myself at him.
Knox catches me with a grunt, his arms wrapping around my back as he lifts me slightly off the ground.
“I take it that you like it?” he asks.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” I say between laughs. “You’re like the only one who gets me gifts.”
“Really?”
“Really. Set me down. I want to see it.”
Reluctantly, he lowers me. I stand beside the alien mattress, fingers running over its soft surface. It’s thick. Well-made. Actually taller than me.
As I inspect it, I notice a small raised area near the oval opening at the bottom. A button.
It blends into the color, hard to spot unless you’re looking.
I press it.
With a quiet whir, a large green appendage begins to rise from the oval opening.
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It’s.. phallic.
I freeze, then burst inte another wave of laughter.
“Oh, my god,” I say, almost wheezing. “Oh, my god, Knox. You did not. You gave the alien a dick?”
He’s smiling, arms crossed now as he watches.
“I told you they don’t have erections!” I manage between laughs.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure!”
“Well then,” he says, walking toward me and catching my wrists, pulling me into him again, “how else do they do the deed?
“What deed?”
“You know,” he murmurs, lowering his voice, “the thing where a penis goes into a vagina. And then it keeps going in, out, in, out until-“
I groan and slap my hands over my ears. “I don’t think I ever want to hear the words ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’ from your lips again.”
He laughs and caresses my cheek with his fingers.
“But thank you so much for the gift, Knox,” I say, quieter now. “It was very sweet of you.”
“I’m trying to soften you up for a few requests,” he says. “Don’t want your hormones getting in the way of sound judgment.”