Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 179: Chapter 179

DEMI

The rain is falling down in steady sheets, tapping against the car roof like the rhythm of a racing heart. Outside, the world is shrouded in midnight shadows, but inside the parked car, it’s warm, breathless, and pulsing with tension.

With our lips throbbing from the rough kiss, we each keep our distance. Ashton streaks his left hand over his curls, his jaw tight. The other hand is clenched around the steering wheel as if it is the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You shouldn’t have done that if you knew you were just going to change your mind," I mutter thickly, my voice low, breaking.

He let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Demi, don’t say such things if you’re not sure you’re prepared to go all the way with me." His eyes bear into mine with a sudden tenderness that makes my heart ache. He skims my face with his hand, surprised when I rub my cheeks over it. "Tell me you want this as much as I do because if we give into this heat between us..."

I grab him by the scruff of his neck and silence him with a hungry kiss, prying his mouth open with my tongue, probing. He grabs my face and plunges deeper with me. Our breaths intertwine. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as the need for him claws down my core. Breathless, we ease back.

"Are you still confused about what I want and how far I want to go? I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, ASHTON, NOW!" Then my hands slide between his legs to massage his cock. "Please? Enough games. Enough pretense. I want you..." This time he moves in on me with a mind-numbing kiss.

"Accept my apologies in advance. You deserve better than this for out first time." His eyes rake the cramped car, before settling back on me. His thumb pads my lower lip, teasing. Lightning forked in the distance. The brief flash illuminates the contours of his face—cut jawline, those eyes that have haunted my dreams since I accidentally kissed him in Ashley’s room.

My hands cradle his face like I have done a thousand times in my dreams. His fingers tangle in my shirt, pulling me closer, but when his lips are only a breath away, I shove him back.

"The tenderness can wait but I can’t." I swallow hard as the next words roll out of my tongue. "I don’t want you to make love to me, Ashton, not tonight. I want you to fuck me. Do you understand?" My bright eyes eagerly watch his for a reaction. Shock? Disappointment? Nothing is clear from his facial cues. Finally, his lips break into a sinful smile, like a feral wolf.

"Happy birthday to me." He hums before unlocking the car doors. The road stretches ahead of us, empty, dark. There are no houses or humans within range. He walks to my side, yanks the door open and gives me his hand. Smiling, I take it, slamming into his chest excitedly. He sweeps me off my feet and takes me to his side of the car next to low bushes that are swaying and whistling under the night.

The road is quiet but for the sound of light rain and our shared breath. A kind of intimacy born not of touch, but of proximity—like the brewing storm inside us is peeling away the rules, and all that it left was a raw ache.

"I’ve been dreaming about this," he says suddenly, his voice rough. "You. Us. In a space where nobody’s watching. Where I don’t have to pretend I don’t care or pretend you are just a ghost from a life I can’t have." His fingers trace the curve of my spine through my soaking shirt.

Greedily, he kisses my lips. "Where I don’t have to hate myself for all the dirty things I have dreamt of doing to your body even when you were still wearing my brother’s ring," He bites on my lower lip, tugging with his teeth. Then he nuzzles my neck. "And even when it was proven that you were after my family, that ache to fuck you never truly left my brain."

face, tingling my spine. Despite the desire flaring in his eyes, every rough kiss he gives

punishing you, I always imagined doing it in a red lighted room filled with sex

travels through me as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the wide, ripped expanse of his chest. My lips brush his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. In a flash, he

wait. Get on

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his rock-hard cock. As I run my hand over the bulge, something moist trickles into my panties. Taking out his shaft with both hands, I flick my tongue over the succulent tip and suck on it as I would a lollipop. Slowly and furtively at first like a nun. The taste of his him numbs my senses and in a blink, the

further into my mouth, inch by pulsating inch till it’s pushing hard against the back of my throat. My brain

dick, in and out, stroking the veiny shaft dribbling with my saliva. Then my tongue slides down the length of him to lick his balls. He tilts his head up at the night sky

chin and angle

husky voice. So, I obey, slavishly. An hour ago, my face would have contorted with saintly mortification at the thought of this scene but right now, something unbridled and feral is coursing through my

of understanding, he straightens and begins to thrust his cock further down my throat. My thighs pulses with raw heat, a sensual ache simultaneously hardening my nipples. He pulls away just as I start gagging. He grins

I want more. I want

when he hoists me upon the bumper, and clamps his lips over my mouth. This time, it’s a blend of understated fury and a hint of reverence as his tongue scrapes the roof of my mouth. He nuzzles against my throat, smattering wet kisses up to my earlobe. His wandering hands skim over my quivering frame, under my wet shirt till they fasten over my caged breast. He lifts my hands and yanks the shirt off of me. Swiftly, he unclasps my bra and

my drenched breasts. His tongue and hands battle for control, nibbling, fondling, sucking as the rain patters down. I hold him close, trailing the damp skin of his back seconds before I lose my breath to the hand he slides between us, between

savagely laps the wetness. Then he parts my clits with two fingers, rubbing in circles. A surprised moan rumbles out of me when those fingers disappear into my body in a fluid stroke. Craving the fullness of him stretching her to bursting, I push my hips forward, eager to grind against him. As he resumes eating my pussy,

it feels so good I

ASHTON

of her, to the heat pulsing through my veins. So, I take my time giving as much pleasure as I got. Demi’s eyes roll back to her head. Her hips

legs behind my back, she

make him jealous." I state, jerking my chin towards my

a cold hand

She moans again at the brutal strokes from my

coils tighter, drowning my fingers with hot fluid. Pleasure spears through me as

horny. Impatient, my arms wrap around her legs while I positioned my cock at her center. When I slide into her, our bodies jolt and shudder with pleasure. The