Trust Me: Matty and Kayla, Book 1 of 3 (The McDaniels Brothers) Read Online Free PDF Page B

would be like it always was only worse because it was so close…I could almost taste it, the elusive end to the want that hung like a juicy, red apple just out of reach.
    "What about you?"
    The breath sawed in and out of his lungs and his throat worked as he swallowed. "What about me?"
    "What about that?" I eyed the erection jutting out of his pants like he was trying to smuggle a baseball bat from the room.
    "Truth?"
    I nodded and wet my lips, unable to look away from it.
    "I'll wait until you leave, get in the shower and jerk off thinking about what just happened."
    His words sent a lick of fire from my head to my toes. "That hardly seems fair," I murmured. I wanted to tell him I would take care of him too, but I didn’t want to make a promise I couldn’t keep. Once he realized I was broken, it would probably all end in an awkward mess of excuses and muttered apologies anyway.
    He let out a pained laugh and shrugged, "What's f air in this world, Red? Nothing."
    May be so, but it didn't seem right, and even weirder, I felt compelled to touch him. Compelled to see him lose control as much as I yearned to lose control myself.
    "But-"
    "Shut the fuck up for once, would you?" he growled and then slid two fingers deep inside me.
    My body bowed nearly in half at the welcomed invasion. This wasn't how it worked. Guys told you lies and bought you things so you would make them come. This was unprecedented. Even if it didn’t turn out the way he hoped, I had to give him credit for the try.
    My thoughts scattered as his digits plunged forward again, delving deeper each time, with the pads of his fingertips massaging against a secret spot inside me I didn't even know existed until now. I wanted to scream every time he touched it and scream again every time he stopped.
    "You're so tight. Jesus. All I can think of is my cock inside you right now. Come for me so I can dream about it."
    His words sent another rush of wetness between my thighs and he ground the heel of his hand against my clit. " Matty, I can’t.”
    But maybe I could. Blood pounded in my ears as the pressure between my hips grew. After all this time, maybe-
    “Fuck.”
    That was only the first in a litany of curse words that came out of his mouth as he pulled away and righted my skirt. One second his hands were all over me, his mouth at my breast, fingers working some kind of voodoo and the next, gone.
    Hot tears of frustration sprang to my eyes. Did he have any idea what he’d just done? How close I’d been to finally, really letting go for the first time in my life? Was this some sick game to him?
    “ Mattie, what…”
    The sound of a car door slamming dragged me back to earth and I realized someone was coming.
    And in the cruelest twist of all, it, once again, wasn’t me.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Matty
     
    " That's your new manager?" Reid asked, letting out a low whistle as the door slammed behind Kayla.
    I shifted my weeping cock in my pants and stared up at him from behind the front desk, where I’d planted myself seconds before he’d walked in. How I’d even heard him pull up through all the blood rushing in my ears, I couldn’t say, but thank god I had or he’d have gotten front row seats to the best show in town.
    Kayla James coming on my fingers.
    I squeezed my eyes closed, glad there was a desk between me and my youngest brother, not just for camouflage, but also because I wanted to break him in half right now.
    "Yeah."
    "Dude." That was all he said, but his face said a lot more.
    "Look, I didn't have much of a choice in the matter. It wasn't like I got a vote, believe me."
    This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have right now. Not when I was suffering from blue balls and wracked with guilt. I thought of Kayla, her pink cheeks, her unfocused, glassy eyes, her trembling legs…what a terrible way to leave a person.
    For the fifth time in as many minutes, I considered calling her up. Offering to go over her house and finish the job I’d started,