“I’ve thought about those breasts a lot,” he admitted, his eyes watching the rise and fall of my chest. “Ever since I saw them for the first time when I caught my brother’s face between your legs. For weeks, I’ve cum to that image of you with your head thrown back, pink cheeks, and your pert nipples begging someone to suck on them.” I wondered if it was a family trait to have two personalities. Colt hulked out when he was angry. Keelan reminded me of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was a charming Jekyll in public, but in the bedroom he was a filthy Hyde. I couldn’t decide which side I liked more.
