BetweenTwoBillionairesCompleteStripped (15 page)

He's not being as
gentle this time, and I absolutely love it. The crude sounds of skin
slapping against skin fill the air as he pumps into me with vigor. My
clit pulses with tiny contractions from the friction, and I find
myself groaning shamelessly and grinning stupidly at how happy I am
to be with him like this.

“
I
want you to come all over my dick,” he tells me as he picks up
the pace. I don't think he even needed to say that to know it's going
to happen, but it was hot, none the less. My body is completely
receptive for him, ever on the edge, just waiting for that final
push.

He pulls me back
hard against him and slams into me over and over again. My fingers
curl into the comforter below as I feel myself reaching my limit. The
intensity of him tunneling into me is more than my body can bear, and
I break against him, practically whimpering as my release floods me
with euphoric bliss.

“
Just
like that, Sarah. Just like that,” he grunts, lost in some
animalistic state. His hands curl around my shoulders, compacting my
body against him while he goes to pound town. Seconds later, he
pushes deep into me, and I know it's over.

A switch flips on
inside my head at that moment. The one that reminds me that he's not
wearing a condom again. Is he purposely trying to knock me up? I pull
myself away from him seconds too late, and he gives me an offended
look before he grabs his cock and milks out the rest of his orgasm.

“
What's
wrong with you?” His temper flairs slightly.

“
You're
not wearing a condom. Again.” I look down at where his seed is
dripping from his slit. There's more inside of me. I can feel it
making my pussy slick.

“
I
told you not to worry about that.” His shoulders slump.

“
How
can you say that?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“
If
I say don't worry about it, then don't worry about it.” He rubs
the final contractions out before bending to pick his shirt up off
the floor and pull it over his head. It looks like we're done. “I'm
hungry. There's this place down the road that has awesome pizza, but
I'll have to go pick it up.”

He's diverting, and
it's pissing me off. The perfect afternoon was ruined in one moment
of unbridled passion. Does he really have no concern for the
consequences of his actions? That's difficult for me to believe.

“
Pick
up a pregnancy test for me while you're out,” I snap at him,
flipping myself around to face him and wrapping my arms around myself
protectively. I just can't let it go. Not this time.

“
What
do you want on your pizza?” He ignores my outburst, continuing
to get dressed.

“
Maybe
some morning after pills.” I glare at him.

He straightens
himself, looking tense. “Pepperoni it is. Listen, take a shower
while I'm out. I have one of those removable shower heads. You can
rinse yourself out, if you're so concerned. I'll call in the pizza
and be back in about twenty minutes.”

Once he's dressed,
he walks over to the side of the bed and gives me a kiss on the head.
I'm still angry at him, but what else can I do. I'm best off just
getting into the shower like he says before his seed takes hold, if
it hasn't already. Jerk!

He leaves me there
without another word, vacating the room as if it's on fire, and he
doesn't care to take me with him. I sit in silence and brood for a
few minutes before I finally pull myself off of the bed and head into
the bathroom. It's plush like the rest of his house, with a large
basin tub and a walk-in shower big enough for half a dozen people. I
don't have much time to marvel at it though. I've already wasted
enough time being grumpy.

I close the door
behind myself and stare down at the doorknob. There's no lock. For a
moment, I think it's a bit strange, but then I remember that it's
just him and his brother here. Why would he need a lock on the
bathroom door?

Not thinking much of
it, I go to the shower and turn the knob, adjusting the water
temperature. The sound of the water hitting the tile floor is
soothing, but it doesn't help erase the what ifs from my mind. I
really need to get on birth control. If Tristan is going to keep
refusing to pull out, then it's the only way to protect myself. Or I
could stop sleeping with him completely. I shake my head. No, that's
not an option. I'm already invested in him, and he's invested in me.
I guess I'll have to save back the money to get on birth control. I
scowl at the thought of my college money going out the window just
because I want to keep having sex with Tristan. Maybe I should bring
that up to him. Perhaps then, he'd offer to pay for it. I hate coming
off as such a broke ass, but this is definitely something we need to
discuss. We can't just continue to keep having these slip-ups.

I check the water
temperature with my hand and then step inside. The warm water feels
amazing cascading down my body, but I can enjoy it later. For now, I
pull the shower head off of its holder and wash myself out the best I
can. It feels odd having to do this, but it's all I can do right now.
When I feel clean enough, I put the shower head back and grab some of
Tristan's body wash to start lathering myself up. It smells soapy and
masculine, just like him. I can't help but enjoy the fact that I'll
smell like him for a while after this. It will make us feel closer.

I'm rinsing myself
off when I hear a door open and shut. That was a fast twenty minutes.
Then again, I did spend a good five of it after Tristan left sulking
on his bed. Still, he would have had to race downstairs and to his
car to get there and back this quickly. Not to mention, he had to
call and order the pizza.

“
That was
fast,” I comment, taking a step away from the falling water to
peer through the glass shower door. The room is so steamy that all I
can make out is the shape of his body.

He doesn't answer.
Instead, he just starts taking off his clothes. Hopefully, he's ready
to apologize. I deserve an apology.

I think about
washing my hair, but then decide to wait for him. Showering together
is a bit romantic. Maybe he's trying to make up for being a dick.
That would be something he'd do.

I wait patiently for
him to step inside, though it feels awkward just standing there.
Finally, he approaches the shower door and pulls it open. My breath
hitches, and I press back against the wall. It's not Tristan coming
to join me. It's Shawn, naked and gorgeous and . . .

“
What in the
hell?” I quickly move to cover all my naughty bits with my
hands. “Get out!”

He doesn't seem the
least bit startled. He simply steps inside and closes the shower door
behind himself. It's like I'm not even there. Well, not quite. He
gives me a disinterested look before reaching past me to grab the
body wash. “The shower downstairs is broken, and I need a
shower desperately.”

“
You can
wait.” I feel like a cornered animal.

“
Nah. I need
one now.” He steps under the shower head, wetting his body. I
take the opportunity to try to vacate the shower, but he puts his
hand out, caging me in. “Stay.”

“
No!” I
look at him incredulously. “What if Tristan comes back?”

“
He just left
to get the pizza a few minutes ago. He won't be back for a while.”

I can't believe how
nonchalant he's being. It's like this isn't a big deal at all to him.
Psycho.

“
It doesn't
matter if he's here or not. This is wrong.” I try again to
brush past him, but this time, he stands in my way.

I tremble slightly,
legitimately frightened. Why won't he let me leave? Is he going to .
. .

“
Calm down,
Sarah.” He places his hands on my shoulders, which only makes
me cringe. “I'm not going to do anything to you. This is
completely innocent. Just a shower. There's no reason that either of
us should leave. Have you washed your hair yet?” His eyes trail
over my soggy locks.

I don't know what to
say to him that I haven't already. This is far from innocent. This is
scandalous and wrong and a betrayal. “He's your brother,”
I mutter.

“
Turn around,”
Shawn tells me as he reaches over to grab the bottle of shampoo from
the shower rack.

My heart is beating
like the hooves of a race horse. I want to leave, but I'm scared
he'll try to stop me again, so I obey instead, turning away from him.
He lathers his hands up with shampoo and slides his fingers into my
hair. In truth, I might actually enjoy it if I wasn't so invested in
his brother. I can't enjoy this though. He's forcing me to stay. He's
violating me. Looking at my body. The body of his brother's lover.

Shawn is sick and
twisted. I should have known it when I saw the coldness behind his
eyes. He doesn't care about Tristan at all. He was just pretending.
Heck, he probably even lied about Tristan's emotional outbursts.

“
Why are you
doing this?” I ask weakly.

“
Because we're
both filthy.” It's a simple answer, but there's so much more
behind it.

“
You could
have waited til I was done, you know?” My stomach churns with
nausea. If Tristan catches us like this, it's all over. He won't want
me anymore, and it won't even be my fault.

“
No. I
couldn't have.” His fingers knead into my scalp.

“
You could
have,” I insist, scowling. “I like your brother. You're
betraying him.”

“
I'm doing no
such a thing. Now rinse your hair, and I'll put the conditioner in.”

I do as I'm told,
making sure to keep my body turned away from him so that he can't see
anything. It makes my skin crawl to know he's standing behind me,
watching, probably fantasizing about all the messed up things he
wants to do to me. The guy is a degenerate. A very sexy degenerate.
Surely, he can have whatever woman he wants. I don't understand why
he's torturing me.

When I'm done
rinsing my hair, I allow him to put the conditioner in. Every moment
seems like an eternity spent in the shower with him. The silence is
deafening, but all I want to hear is the reason he's really doing
this, and I know I'm not going to get that, so I stay quiet, waiting
for the opportunity to make my escape.

“
Rinse again,
then it's my turn,” he tells me.

I go back under the
shower head, completely expecting him to want me to wash his hair
afterward. He has another thing coming. There's no way I would touch
him. This is bad enough.

By some miracle, he
doesn't make me touch him though. When I look back over my shoulder,
he's shampooing his own hair, but he's staring at me the entire time,
keeping his body in the middle of the shower to block me from trying
to leave. The way he has his arms over his head makes him look like
he's putting himself on display for me. I won't look though. I
shouldn't see him naked. My eyes darted down to his manhood the
second he opened the door, but since then, I've kept them at face
level. I won't give him the pleasure of thinking I want him.

“
Tristan would
kill you if he knew what you've done,” I seethe, unable to keep
my anger to myself any longer.

“
You obviously
don't know my brother very well.” He pushes past me to get
under the shower head.

“
Clarify.”
I inch my way towards the shower door.

Shawn reaches out a
hand to grab my arm, stopping me. “Stay. I'm almost done.”

“
You said you
needed a shower. You didn't say you needed me to be in here with
you.”

“
I enjoy your
company,” his voice softens a bit, but his eyes are still as
cold as ever.

“
You can enjoy
my company while I put my clothes on.” I glare at him.

“
It's not the
same.” He shakes his head. “Just give me a minute. I'm
almost done.”

I sigh, relenting.
He's not going to let me leave anyway. “You keep talking about
Tristan like he's a bad guy, but I haven't seen any evidence of the
things you've said.”

“
I never said
he was a bad guy.” He takes a step closer to me to put the
conditioner in his hair, trying to cage me in again with his body.
“He's just a bit messed up.”

“
And so are
you, obviously,” I huff.

“
Obviously.”
He grins. “Believe me when I say I wouldn't do anything to hurt
my brother.”