Razed (Barnes Brothers #2)(4)

Written By: Shiloh Walker

Keelie’s eyes were blind.

What in the hell was happening?

Lifting his head, he looked around, spied the narrow dip in the brick wall, and he twisted, taking them inside it. The solid weight of her in his arms, the feel of her body against his was heady, a wonderful pleasure, one he didn’t want to give up.

“Zane . . .” She whispered his name as he turned her around, tucking her back against his chest.

“Shhh . . .”

He could feel how close she was. Her entire body had gone rigid. He wanted to pull her skirt up, tear her panties away and sink inside. But he’d be damned if the first time he made love to her happened here . . . like this.

Still, her body trembled, a fine subtle tremor that came from deep inside. When he lay his palm on her belly, the muscles jumped at his touch. Slowly, he slid his hand down and toyed with the hem of her skirt. “May I?” he whispered, pressing his mouth to her neck.

“What?” The question was a thick, velvety caress.

He slid the tips of his fingers up. “Let me do this,” he said softly. His cock jerked in jealous demand. It had better ideas, but that wasn’t going to happen.

She didn’t say anything, but neither did she pull away, so he slid his hand higher, the clinging material of her skirt rising up. He reached her panties and she was already wet. He could feel her through the damp material. Slipping his fingers inside her underwear, he circled her entrance and waited.

She bucked against him, a ragged noise escaping.

Off in the distance, he heard somebody shout his name again. One of the twins. Shit.

He covered Keelie’s mouth with his free hand, keeping the pressure light. She bit his palm and then turned her face toward him. “Zane, please . . .”

Mindless, he pushed two fingers inside her slick, tight passage.

She moaned, turned her face back into his hand so that the sound of it was muffled.

“You’re so damn wet. So tight . . .” he muttered, his mouth to her ear. He spread his fingers wide, twisted and felt her body clamp down on him. He did it a second, then a third time. She tightened around him, riding his hand.

This was insane.

She cried out as he flicked her clit with his thumb and he snarled against her neck as her strangled cry was smothered against his hand. She moved on him desperately. He arched against the curve of her ass, wished they were alone somewhere, anywhere, just so he could push her skirt up and sink his cock inside her, hear those broken cries instead of silencing them.

She went rigid.

The firm nub of her clit throbbed, swollen under his thumb. He pressed and circled it even as he thrust his fingers deep, hard.

She came with a weak, broken little moan.

He wanted to catch it with his mouth.

Even as she went limp against him, he heard the voice again.

Too close this time.

“Damn it, Z. Where the hell are you?”


Keelie froze, blood rushing to her face, scalding her skin as the world came crashing back.

What the hell?

Between her legs, she throbbed.

Her ankle ached—

Shit. Her ankle.

“Let me go,” she whispered, turning her head away from Zane’s hand.

He hugged her against him instead and she winced as he turned his head, shouting. “Give me five damn minutes, Travis.”

Travis. Son of a bitch. I just let Zane get me off while one of his brothers was out here looking for him.

Shame twisted through her and she tore away from him and then had to bite back a yelp as her weight hit her injured foot. Glaring at him in the scant light, she said, “You should go. It’s probably time for the pictures.”

“They aren’t going to start until I’m there anyway,” Zane said, his voice soft. “What’s . . . Keelie. Wait.”

She batted his hands away. “Would you go? If your brother shows up here, he’s going to figure out you were . . . we were . . .”

“That was Travis. He’ll give me five minutes, unlike the rest of them,” Zane said, his eyes lingering on her face.

She looked away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She swallowed the knot.

“Bullshit.” He moved in.

If she could have walked away, she would have. But her ankle was screaming at her and she felt like she was going to cry—not just from her ankle, either. She didn’t entirely know why. She just knew she felt like she was falling apart.

Frozen, all but trapped there, she went rigid as he reached up and touched her cheek. “I guess . . . shit.” Zane looked away, his hand lowering when she flinched. “I’m sorry.”

Then a low, raw laugh escaped him. “Even saying that feels like a lie. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long, I can’t even remember a time when I didn’t think about it anymore. But you clearly didn’t want me to. For that, I am sor—”

“Stop.” She forced the word out, made herself look back at him even though her head was spinning from what he’d just said. I’ve wanted to kiss you . . . Her heart started to thud against her ribs and she got that same, lightheaded rush she’d felt when he first put his hands on her. Don’t. Stop. Be logical. “If you think I didn’t want you touching me, then you clearly don’t know much about women.”

His eyes came back to hers.

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