Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 55

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KATY’S POV

His hard bulge pressing against my belly makes a reply impossible. My focus snaps to the heat building up between my legs and I feel my panties soaking up, ridiculously, undeniably wet. My n*****s are hard points against the fabric of my dress, and I know he can see exactly what he’s doing to me.

When I stay mute, his lips brush my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve tried to be a gentleman around you?” Shivers rocket through me. “Now, I know you’ve been pretending. Now, I know if I reach down under that dress right now, you’re so wet for me. I’ve always thought I was garbage to you, but jealousy really looks good on you, Peach.”

He’s mocking me and my lips twitch in defiance. “Don’t be so sure of yourself. Not everyone can make me wet.”

What can he do? Check to prove I’m lying? As if he…

My words and my breath are stolen out of me as his palm suddenly cups my core. I gasp, the resulting flash of pleasure melting my bones. I can’t breathe.

Braydon has his warm hand over my panties, his shimmering eyes fixed entirely on me. We are standing by the side of the bar, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. That we are in public. That someone can see us. And I cannot bring myself to stop him, because his touch is impossibly sweet and electrifying every nerve in my body.

“Aren’t you just so easy to read, Peach?” he whispers, his thumb slowly tracing the shape of my clit. “Your p***y is dripping for me. Tell me, how long have you felt this way? How long have you wanted me?”

“Never,” I manage to force out.

He presses down, his palm exerting a firm pressure that makes my knees tremble. The pleasure centers. deeply, overwhelming me.

Then, he pushes one finger inside me. My inner muscles instantly betray me by tightening around him and I almost fall over. “Say that again.”

“Ne… Never.” I choke out, my fingers gripping my dress and toes curling in my flats.

He adds a second finger, and I let out a moan so loud it’s utterly embarrassing.

“Braydon…” My lips struggle to form his name. “Someone will see us.”

“Let them,” he growls. “I want them to see what I do to you.”

He starts fingering me now, and the pleasure is so unbearable that I throw my head back against the wall. He works inside me, curling his fingers deeper until they strike a spot that brings white dots to my vision. I find myself rocking my hips into his hand, no longer even pretending to protest. I take what he gives me because it feels so good, so intoxicating, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

“You’ve never orgasmed, right?” He whispers in my ear. “Tonight is gonna be your first. I’m gonna make you cum all over my fingers.”

My vision snaps back to his face and his eyes are blazing with a dark, possessive lust. I don’t know what spell he’s cast on me. I should push his hand away and stop this. I should shove him back. We are in public, and we absolutely should not be crossing this line.