Wild Nights With My Brother's Ex-Best Friend novel Chapter 79

NICOLE

I can't believe this is happening.

I just can't.

When I heard the door open, I smelled Roman—it's not that I didn't. He has a very distinctive smell that drives me insane, and it's a scent I'd never in my life forget.

But I thought it was all in my head.

When he started touching me, I genuinely thought that it was Sebastian who was behind me. I assumed that my mind was putting Roman in his place. I thought it was all in my head.

I'm not using it as an excuse, though.

Because I only let things go as far as they did because I kept imagining Roman instead of Sebastian, and maybe that's the answer to all the questions that have been plaguing me for a long time now.

Roman's thrusting into me, his cock spearing me. I feel like I'm being spread apart by him, and it's the best feeling in the world. My jaw fell open since he started and I can't close it. Breathy moans slip from my lips. It's so good that it feels like I'm floating.

"You really didn't know it was me?" he asks between thrusts, the question punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. "Not even deep down?"

I shudder at the question. Of course, I thought it was him, but I can't tell him that. I want him inside of me. I want him to keep fucking me until I lose this insane craving I have for him. It's like I'm fighting and giving in at the same time.

The sound of our fucking fills the room—skin slapping against skin. The pleasured sounds slipping from both of us. Roman's thrusts are hard and deep, filling every inch of me. I'm already so sensitive from the first orgasm, so in close to the edge again. It's ridiculous how fast I'm climaxing.

"Tell me I'm wrong," he grits out before pulling me up so my back is flat against his front while his cock is still inside of me. He drags his tongue along my earlobe and starts pumping into me again. From this position, I feel even fuller. "Tell me you didn't know."

"I knew," I moan. "I wanted it to be you."

Whenever I close my eyes, I see stars. Roman bites my ear and grits out, "Good. And don't you ever say his name while I'm inside you ever again."

I nod and he fondles my breasts. My nipples are so sensitive, too. There's not a single part of me that doesn't feel like it's on fire.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder and biting it. The pain mixes with the pleasure and I cry out.

I'm so close. So, so close.

"Don't stop," I plead. "Please, Roman. Don't stop."

With no warning at all, he pulls out of me. My eyes widen and I cry out in protest, but then he guides me to turn around and I lie back on the bed while he's on top of me. I reach for his chest, but I feel the material of his shirt instead.

I tear and pull at the material until the buttons pop off and scatter all around us. I touch his warm, slightly sweaty chest. I run my tongue along the length of his neck, savoring the saltiness of his skin mixed with his signature scent.

Meanwhile, he slides in and out of me, hips crashing into mine.

"Roman," I moan as my hands move to his lower back, where my nails dig into his skin. I'm so close that I can taste my orgasm on the tip of my tongue.

Roman sucks in a hissed breath through his clenched teeth. His forehead drops to mine. He shoves his hips into mine in a steady pulse, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. His hand finds the back of my thigh, and he pushes it up, granting him better access. My body stretches to accommodate his length and girth in this position. Every time he slides into me, it sends shockwaves of electricity all through me, leaving me open-mouthed and panting.

I don't even know if I cried out. The silence is so deafening now that it's over.

Roman collapses on top of me, his weight nearly crushing me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

When no other sound comes from the other side of the door, I feel only relief, and again, that's answer enough.

This feels so wrong...but so right.

Roman draws circles on my skin with his thumb. I inhale the scent of his hair. It smells like the rest of him. He then raises his head slightly and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking gently.

Even this feels so damn good. Every slow pull of his mouth sends shivers of pleasure racing through me. "I missed you," he finally says. "I missed this, Nikki. I missed us."

His words send a wave of longing through me.

Oh, how I wish things were as simple as that. But now that I'm coming down from my high, I realize I've made mistakes. I'm a terrible person.

Sebastian was right on the other side of the door, and I couldn't stop.

So, I don't give him an answer, mostly because I'm still fighting with the demons in my head tugging me in different directions.

I'm still wildly and insanely attracted to my brother's ex-best friend.

The question is...should I?