Between Commitment and Betrayal (Hardy Billionaire Brothers, #1)

by Shain Rose

He positioned himself between my legs. “Baby, you need something to hold onto when you ride my face.”

So, I did as I was told.

“Such a pretty, pretty good girl. Look at that pink pussy, dripping just for me.”

“Such a good girl, holding onto that headboard the whole time. I love the way my wife screams my name.”

I felt his lips smile against my sex as he murmured, “Don’t let go of that headboard, baby. I told you I was going to make you beg me to stop.”

“I tell you how rough we’re playing, Everly. Not the other way around,” he ground out as he nudged just the tip of his cock into my pussy. “Do you though? Fuck me rough, Declan. Or can my husband not do that?” It was me using the title now, me taunting him with it.

He entered me so deep that I saw stars in another galaxy. White blazing stars that exploded in and around me all at the same time as he thrust in over and over again with a bruising grip.

“Fuck. This bedroom is never going to be the same,” he murmured as he rolled to the side of me. “Never, ever going to be the same.”

“Declan, we don’t have to—” “I’m taking care of you now, Everly.” He said with a controlled tone. “Please just listen.” I took a deep breath and read.

“There’s only one woman you’re going to have to see around the family for the rest of your life attached to me and that’s my wife,” I bellowed, losing my patience.

“If a woman wants to indulge in a relationship with you—” “They’d have to take my attention off you first, which is near impossible at this point,” he growled,

“No. You’re not my equal, Everly!” He cut me off, his hand slicing through the air. “Don’t you see that? You’re so far above me, I’m scared to even touch you right now.

“We could still have so much good even if we gave into a fucked-up way of getting there.”

I wanted a damn kid. With her. Sooner rather than later. It might have been an irrational decision, and I may have made up my mind quickly,

I wanted to experience everything with my wife of convenience. Babies, weddings, happily ever afters. The inconvenient part of it was, I wasn’t sure she wanted the same.

didn’t let up. I wanted to reward her for listening, make her understand that this bed was where she belonged, that I’d always take care of her here.

Now, give your husband another

“It will absolutely not come off your card because this is me trying to get you to visit your stepsister. I realize maybe a lot of people let you down in the past, but I’d like to not be one of them.”

“Because I’ve seen you with the kids at the gym, Drop. I see how you love them. I know you’d make a phenomenal mother. And I’d try to be a damn good dad.”

know you’ll be a good dad, Declan, and you know I want tons of babies. But I want them born in love. And I know I shouldn’t want to plan all that but—” “I don’t want your decision now. I just want you to keep considering it,” he said,

“Goddamn, I miss touching you.” He said it low, and I felt it down in my heart. We were both holding out with the big decision looming over our heads, but our souls still wanted to be together more than anything else.

“I made the bracelet you threw at me into my ring.” He shrugged.

“Oh, he is.” She tsked. “When I saw him following you in his car on that viral video, that’s when I knew. He wouldn’t have done that with any other woman. You’d broken him. And you only break someone when they’re obsessed with you.”

swear my freaking ovaries almost burst while watching him. He smiled bigger than life, handled her with more caution than the precious football I’d seen him carry in the highlights reel, and murmured in her ear secrets that made the toddler laugh with pure, innocent happiness.

Wes’s eyes widened while my damn heart swelled. Hearing her use that title in public had me proud as fuck.

This wasn’t about my ego either. This wasn’t about embarrassment. This was about her and me. This was about the raindrop that turned into a catastrophic storm, drowning me in thoughts of her.

The stars glittered in her eyes as I saw the same turmoil I felt deep in her soul. She had to feel this, the pull between us and the mindfuck we were dealing with.

I couldn’t tell her this was for real, couldn’t force her into this when I knew that she deserved better than all of it.

“That bid wasn’t about charity. It was about this. About knowing no one belongs here with you but me. I’ve had you twice outside in the night, I’ve looked into your eyes and seen a darkness you harbor that only I want to witness and soothe and bring light to. Why do you think I’d ever give another man that privilege?”

“It’s not just anything with you. It’s everything. It’s my wife in another man’s arms, it’s her skin feeling his touch, it’s her conversation and intelligence being shared. What would you have talked about?”

I took them against mine and kissed her like I should have at the beginning of the night when I’d seen the red painted on them as soon as she came out of her room with my sister. She’d stunned me into silence

I lost myself to her. I realized she didn’t belong to me, I belonged to her.

She held my sanity, my control, my power, my heart in her hands. She owned me.

I hoped one day she would understand that I’d fallen so beyond in love with her that I was willing to do the one thing that would make her hate me.

How could I continue a night that’s supposed to be beautiful after that? How could I go back inside and dance as if my heart wasn’t shattered?

“He would never ever do that to you. You’re his brother. And that’s what you don’t get. I’m alone here. I’m alone everywhere except when I’m with my mother. I have no one else, but I thought I had you. I thought this stupid commitment we made was real, that we’d get through it and wouldn’t hurt each other. But I was wrong. So devastatingly wrong.”

I wouldn’t let them know they broke me more than I’d been broken before.

I fell asleep, tears streaming down my cheeks, broken from his commitment. And then from his betrayal.

The babies. The family. The life with the man I loved.

I was getting rid of the inheritance hanging over our head, and then I was going to ask her on a damn date for real. I was going to make sure she knew I loved her for real.

I hated that I had to make her think I didn’t love her, but it was the only way we’d get through it. I couldn’t make her have a baby with me now, not when she’d wanted one in a completely different way.

She was walking out the door before I realized I was losing her. I was losing everything I wanted.

“It means everything because I can’t live without you. I’m so far in love with you that I can’t see straight. You know I go to bed touching this?” I held up my hand and pointed to the string on my ring finger. “And I wake up, still touching it like it can bring me closer to you. I’ve suffered days with seeing the hurt in your eyes and wanting to make it better, with seeing you pulling away, and wanting to pull you back. I. Love. You.” I ground out.

“I fucking love you, Raindrop. I do.”

I’d never have a baby with anyone except the woman I loved.

“This. Pussy. This Heart. They. Are. Mine. No piece of paper is going to change that. Not after a day. Not after a month.”

“Jesus, why do you have to be so damn good? Always my good girl begging me when you know I can’t resist.”

You’ve broken me like I’ve broken you. I need you. Need you at breakfast, at dinner, here, everywhere. I can’t fucking breathe without you, will never be able to live without you.”

“You’re. My. Wife. Everly. Do you understand?” “I do. I do. I do,” she whispered again and again,

“You’re my wife. I’m your husband. You’re mine. I’m yours, Drop. That hasn’t changed.”