Craving The Wrong Brother Book PDF Free by Elysian Sparrow

She snatches it from my hand, glaring. Then reaches for the toothpaste with exaggerated irritation. She starts brushing-aggressively. When she bows her head to spit into the sink basin, I step in and gather her hair, keeping it away from her face. And then… she aims for her tongue. She keeps her eyes on me…

“Fuck, Sloane,” I hiss as it feels like my dick is being mashed. Her body continues to milk me, the feeling driving me wild. I can’t hold back any longer. I pound into her again and again, chasing my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I let go, filling her completely. Just as I…

“Printing. How about you? Playing chess with Wes in the breakroom?” Wes blushes and bolts, keeping his head down, shoulders hunched like a kid who just got caught stealing candy. Carla, on the other hand, clearly plans to do damage control. “That’s not what it looked like, Sloane,” she says. I grab my printed files…

But I stop myself. That’s the fixer in me taking over. My Finn-fixing radar is on high alert, and I’m telling it to stand down. A cab crawls by, headlights bouncing across the pavement. Finn lifts a hand, and it Pound Of Flesh pulls to the curb like it was summoned by fate itself. He…

I want to tell her she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to do right by. That she’s the only one right now I’d actually make an effort to keep. But I don’t. I don’t know how to say any of that without sounding like I’ve gone soft. So I don’t say anything at all….

Knox stands still. I don’t look at him. I look at the officer behind the counter, and sure enough, he’s watching. Leaning on one elbow, chin tipped forward. His entire attention is locked on all of us. On the married man being kissed on the cheek by his beautiful wife just released from custody. On…

I rub my temples. “Could you just… stop fawning over my mother’s husband? And why the hell didn’t he call me? Why send you two?” “He said something about your line not getting picked up, Jenna says. With a sigh, I grab my phone and scroll through my notifications. Jesus. Twenty missed calls. From Mom….

Three nights later, I’m standing outside my apartment, exhausted from another long day of pretending to care about work. I swipe my keycard across the lock, the light turning green with a soft beep. I step inside, kick off my shoes, and reach for the lights, only to see someone sitting on my couch. I…

I rush to his side. Below, standing on the curb, is Finn-cast on one arm, the other resting on his hip, eyes full of rage. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Finn?” I shout. Knox starts to move. “Let me handle this. A man with two broken arms cannot throw stones.” I plant myself…

I’m not sure if it’s my fingers or my body that’s shaking. Maybe both. “The fights don’t last too long,” he breathes and kisses the dip of my back. “I want to make you cum before it’s over.” He slides the straps of my dress down my arms, then all the way down to my…