The Deepest End of Love (The Brightest Light #3)

by Lisina Coney

I grab her foot under the table, halting her exploration of my thigh. When I dare to look at her, her teasing smirk manages to make me even harder. She doesn’t make a move to free herself from my grip, and I don’t release her either.

“That’s what you get for ignoring me tonight.” She gives me the most fake-innocent smile known to mankind. My cock responds to it. “You’re sure you want to poke the bear?”

She takes a step closer, then another, and another, until her chest is brushing mine. Her index finger travels the length from my chest to my lower stomach at a slow, torturous pace.

And then Lila leans in and whispers, “I want it more than anything.”

“Well, we can’t exactly road-trip to Chicago and get there on time now,” he says, his voice thoughtful. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

“What for? It’s not like you would have driven me fourteen hours to Chicago.” “Of course I would have.” My heart jumps. And this time, it has nothing to do with the plane. “Don’t be ridiculous,”

“She isn’t here to calm your flight anxiety, but I am.” My pulse quickens. “Come here, angel.”

hand that was around my shoulders moves to tangle in my hair. “I’m no Daisy, but I could hug you a little tighter if you want.”

“Thank you,” I mumble, pretty sure that my cheeks are burning hot. “Daisy must have been a genius, because that helped a lot.”

“My flight anxiety counts as an emergency. I’d normally text you, but…” His nod is serious, following along. “Sure. Feel free to hold my hand for the next three hours.” “Can you not remind me how long this flight is? I’m anxious enough as it is.”

He flips my hand again, taking charge, and rubs a soothing pattern on my skin with his thumb. “I should keep doing this, then.” Is he flirting with me? “Oh, definitely.” Am I flirting right back?

Uneventful. I missed a certain someone pestering me under the table.

There won’t be any tables involved, but I can pester you now if you’re not too tired.

Shame about the tables. I’ll be there in five.

Holy shit. He’s com...

But when Reed knocks on my door and I open it to reveal him wearing a white dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck and dark slacks, my brain stops responding. “Hey, angel.”

“Hey, angel.” The nickname slips out before I can stop myself. Her smirk is nothing short of taunting. “Was the emergency that you were bored?”

The emergency was that I couldn’t go another second without being near you. “Sure was.”

“Watching you is my favorite activity.” She smirks, looking at me through the mirror. “Watching me do what, exactly?” “Anything.”

And it’s that same gut feeling that makes me stand from the edge of the tub and close the distance between Lila and me. The warmth of her body beckons mine, but I stop myself before I do something we wouldn’t come back from.

“Can I?” She frowns, confused. “You want to brush my hair?” My fingers graze hers as I grab her brush. “I’ll settle for brushing your hair.”

“Settle? What does that mean?” My hand brushes the side of her neck. “It means I want to do more, but I won’t.” Our eyes lock in the mirror, invisible strings pulling us closer. “Maybe I don’t want you to settle for just brushing my hair.”

“We said it couldn’t happen again,” I remind her. “We’re acknowledging that night, I see.”

“That night was a mistake,” I say. “I know.”

“It would be irresponsible if it happened again,” I add, my voice low.

Lila presses her back to my front, my hardness digging into her lower back. “Absolutely.” “Lila,” I grit out, my hand settling on her hip. “It’s not a good idea.” “You’re right,” she whispers. “It’s a terrible one.” When she presses against me a lit...

“You want to do this? Then let’s fucking do this. Tell me what you need, angel, and it’s yours.” Breathing heavily, she licks her lips. “Touch me, Reed.” Fucking hell. “Where?”

One of my hands lands on her bare thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Here?”

“Guide my hand where you want it.”

She lets out a small, breathy whine as she presses my hand to her center. “Right here.” I shut my eyes, not moving an inch. “Lila.” “Yeah?” “Tell me to stop,”

“No.”

need you, Reed. I need you so badly, it hurts.” “Not fair.” I bite her thumb—softly, not to hurt her. “You know I ca...

A brief, sweet kiss that makes my head spin. And when she whispers, “I want to feel you stretching me out,” I fucking lose it. I take her mouth with my mine, finally breathing her in again. She wraps her arms around my neck, then her legs, urging me to get closer, to take her, to make her mine. But I won’t—not like she’s begging me to. Not yet.

Her T-shirt is so big it covers the lower area of her body, and I slowly inch closer until my thumb is

pressed to her wet core, which elicits a whimper from the woman in my arms. “You’re soaked,”

“How many times have you been this wet for me, sweetheart?”

“Too many,” she admits. “I touch myself thinking of you.” My cock hardens behind my zipper. “Fucking hell, Lila.” “What? Like you don’t?”

“More times than I can fucking count.”

feel so empty, Reed. I need your finge...

I’m not ready for her tightness as I try to push my middle finger inside of her and find resistance. “Hell,” I grunt. She shifts on the counter. “S-Sorry. It’s been a while.”

“Don’t apologize. Never for this.”

“I’ll go slow. I’ve ...

“No one else gets to touch you like this anymore,” I grunt. “No one but me. Understood?” She nods, breathless. “Only you, Reed.” “That’s my girl.”

With one final push, I bury my middle finger inside her and see fucking heaven.

She throws her head back with a moan as I ease my finger in and out of her while my thumb keeps circling her sensitive core, stretching her out like she asked me to. Like I’ve been dyin...

Lila grinds herself on my hand, testing my willpower. The urge to throw her over my shoulder, toss her onto the bed, and take her raw is so...

She whines my name, tells me to go faste...

“That’s it, angel. Ride my hand,” I praise her. “You’re so tight, I don’t think I could fit another finger inside you.” “T-Try.”

ease another finger into her heat. My lips find the delicate slope of her neck, kissing my way up to her earlobe. “You all right?” A soft moan escapes her when she nods. “Never been better.”

“You feel so good, Lila. Better than I’d imagined.” “You’ve imagined us together?...