Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 204

Falling for my boyfriend’s Navy brother

Chapter 204: Penny

I’ve never felt more full.

More wasted.

Aty body is still trembling in his lap, pressed against his bare chest, skin slick with sweat and heat and something deeper than just fast. His at de hong and unmoving around me → a fortress, a tether, a pulse I can feel in places that still throb.

And yet, there’s something el

behind the way he holds me now. Something that says I’m not done needing you.

“Asher…” I whisper against his neck.

He doesn’t answer.

Just stands — with me still in his arms

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like I weigh nothing. I let out a soft, surprised sound, and he smirks, barely.

I’ll never get used to how easily he carries me.

His grip is secure but gentle, one hand under my thighs, the other supporting my back. He walks through the low light of his apartment toward the bathroom, not rushing, not speaking. The silence is warm.

He pushes the door open with one foot and sets me gently on the edge of the tub. The porcelain is cool against my skin. I stay quiet, watching him.

He turns on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until steam curls up from the stream. The sound is calming, almost hypnotic. I can still feel him inside me. Every inch of him, branded into my bones.

When the water’s high enough, he shuts it off and reaches for me again.

His arms slide beneath me, lifting me effortlessly. He steps into the tub first, settling down in the wide basin, then pulls me onto his lap like we’ve done this a hundred times.

Like I belong here.

And maybe I do.

I let my legs float, let my head rest against his shoulder. The heat surrounds me, muscles relaxing, tension slipping away. His hands trace small circles across my spine, calming and possessive.

Then he reaches over and grabs a shampoo bottle from the tray by the tub.

I blink.

It’s exactly like mine.

The exact one I use at home. The pale lavender label. The scent I love.

Something twists in my chest – something sharp, jealous, insecure.

Before I can help it, I ask, “You had someone over?”

His hand stills.

Then he dips his thumb, wet and warm, and strokes it gently across my bottom lip.

“Relax, princess,” he murmurs. “I saw which one you always use. I wanted you to have your own things here.”

I stare at him.

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You… bought this? For me?”

His lips curl faintly. “Check behind it.”

I do.

My conditioner’s there. My body soap. All brand new, untouched.

My throat lightens.

I whisper his name, but he cuts me off with a kiss slow and lingering. His lips part against mine, and I fall into it. Into him.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against my lips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for the longest time.”

And then he starts washing my hair.

I never knew his hands these calloused, battle–worn hands – could feel so good against me. They move through my hair, working the shampon inte a thick lather. His fingers massage gently, deliberately, and I swear I almost melt.

A soft moan slips from my lips before I can catch it.

He pauses.

“Mm?” he teases. “What was that?”

I smile, eyes fluttering open. “Just never thought I’d have big, scary Navy SEAL Asher washing my hair.”

He laughs—low and rough, but real. The sound rumbles against my back.

“I’m obsessed with your hair,” he says. “It’s soft. Shiny. Smells like heaven. I’ll take any excuse I can to get my hands in it.”

He gently tips me back, one arm behind my shoulders, lowering me into the water like I’m made of glass. I close my eyes as the warm water runs through my hair, rinsing away the soap. His fingers comb through every strand, careful and tender.

Then he sits me back up and reaches for the body soap.

My body tightens with anticipation.

He pumps a small amount into his hand and lathers it, then brings both palms to my chest. His touch is slow at first–smoothing over my collarbones, the slope of my shoulders, the rise of my breasts. His thumbs graze over my nipples, and they tighten instantly,

His hands roam lower down my ribs, my stomach, between my thighs. His fingers part me under the water, soft and slow, and I gasp, clutching his biceps.

But then I feel it – him.

Getting hard again beneath me. Pressed right against the base of my spine.

I glance back.

His eyes have gone darker.

Hotter.

He leans in, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “You make it impossible to be gentle.”

My heart stutters. “Then don’t be.”

His breath catches.

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And then everything changes.

He shifts beneath me, water sloshing over the edge as he lifts me again this time spinning me to face him. My legs part instinctianlar veins waist.

His hands grip my hips hard, and he lifts me just enough to line us up.

The second he sinks me down onto him again, I forget everything else.

There’s no watet. No grief. No noise from the world outside.

There’s just the heat of his skin, the stretch that makes my toes curl, the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled.

“Asher,” I breathe

not a word, just a prayer.

He doesn’t move right away. His hands are braced around my hips, holding me in place, and his eyes are focked or mine. Dark. Wild. Worshipful

“Look at me,” he growls.

I do.

And then he moves.

Slow, deep thrusts that make the water around us rock gently, sloshing over the edge of the tub in soft waves. Each motion drags me against him- hips to hips, chest to chest, lips grazing but not yet kissing.

His hands grip my ass, guiding my rhythm until I’m rolling my hips against him like I was made for it.

Because nothing has ever felt like this.

I can’t stop the sounds I make – breathy, broken little moans that escape with every thrust. He kisses the corner of my mouth, then my cheek, then the hollow under my ear.

“You’re so soft,” he murmurs. “So tight. You were made to ride me, weren’t you?”

I nod frantically, unable to speak.

And then he slows again.

His hands still me completely. His hips stop.

My eyes fly open in confusion, but the smirk on his face tells me exactly what he’s doing.

He wants me to beg.

So I do.

“Asher… please.”

His thumb brushes over my lower lip. “Please what?

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He watches me for a beat and then tips me back.

The motion is so sudden I gasp, my back arching as he leans me halfway into the water, one strong arm behind my shoulders to hold me up.

He looks down at me, eyes on my chest, my neck, the way my breasts rise above the surface, skin slick and flushed.

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“You’re the must beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, reverent.

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