My Ex-Boyfriend’s Brothers (Ex Marks the Spot)

42. Maggie

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***Maggie***

T he next few days were full of wedding things. Even with Devon at my side, I was pulled in a dozen different directions all day long. Guests had started arriving and despite it not being my job, I’d somehow taken over making sure everyone was happy. I barely saw Christina and I only saw the guys at night when I crawled into bed, genuinely too tired to do anything other than kick my shoes off. Brad filled as much of my time as he could, insisting on overseeing even the most mundane tasks.

When I did see the guys at night, they were moody at their brother and everything else. Except for me. They held me tight and turned into teddy bears for me every night. It was the most soothing thing I could’ve wished for. I wanted more time with them but I just had to get through the wedding.

Four days before the wedding, I was lost in the smallest details of the wedding when Luke found me. The company I’d hired to hang drapery around the ceremony space had brought the wrong shade of white and the lodge owners were suddenly nervous about the amount of candles that were going to be present. I was on the phone with the drapery company and focused on rearranging the chairs in the ceremony space when someone wrapped their arms around me.

I’d been so lost in what I was doing that I screamed. I spun around and saw it was Luke frowning down at me. I kept the phone pressed to my ear but I couldn’t hear whatever was being said to me over my racing heart.

Luke slipped the phone from my hand and pressed it to his ear. “You’ll fix your mistake and get it done by tomorrow. I’ll pay for whatever express charges arise, but if you don’t get it done, you won’t like me. You can call me back when you have your answer. Luke Heath.”

When he ended the call and handed the phone to me, I stared at him in shock. It took a few moments to register what he’d done and then the frustration set in. “Luke. I can take care of things myself. This is my job.”

“I know you can.” He stared back at me with such a calm look on his face that I suddenly wanted to push him.

“You’re so heavy-handed. Do you just walk around taking over things for everyone? Do you do this to Ryan and Jackson?”

His lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “No.”

I growled. “Then why do you think you can do it to me?”

He walked forward, forcing me to walk backwards until my back hit the wall behind me. Boxing me in with his hands on either side of my head, he leaned down until we were eye to eye. “Because you’re mine. Because you’re tired. Because I can.”

Despite the annoyance I felt, I couldn’t deny the pulsing I felt in my core. “And if I said that you can’t?”

His lips did quirk up in a smile then, only it wasn’t a sweet smile. He was up to something. “Try it and see.”

I swallowed and tried to glance around to see if there was anyone else around.

“Eyes on me, Maggie.” The sharp whip snap of his words jerked my eyes back to his. “That’s right. Keep those pretty eyes right here.”

“You can’t.” It was a dare, a challenge, a yes to whatever he was thinking.

“You have two choices here, baby. One, you can stay here, rearrange these chairs, and have Bradley find you when he comes in here looking for you in two minutes. I saw him looking for you in the dining hall, so it may not even be two minutes. Two, you can come with me to the closest room with a lock on the door.”

I gripped his shirt and pulled myself up on my toes. “Choice two.”

He stepped back and nodded towards the bathrooms. “Go.”

I gasped when he slapped my ass but he didn’t have to tell me twice. I rushed to the bathrooms with him hot on my heels. When I tried to slip through the womens’ room door, he gripped the back of my neck and stirred me towards the men’s room.

“No one will look for you in here. Now pull your panties down and bend over the sink, Maggie. Now.” I’d never heard his voice sound so strained or stern. He was struggling with his control.

I heard him lock the bathroom door as I shoved my panties down my thighs and gripped the edges of the sink. “Luke,-”

“Quiet, baby.” Pressing into my back, he met my gaze through the mirror and slowly moved his hands up my body. He squeezed my breasts and then cupped my throat. “It’s been days since I’ve felt you.”

I opened my mouth to respond but he tightened his fingers enough to get my attention. I shut up and just stared at him, watching as his eyes drank me in.

“Do you know how much it kills me to hold you with your delicious ass pressed into my dick every night without being able to sink into your pretty pussy? This wedding is wearing you down and keeping you away from me. I don’t like it.” He ran his other hand down my stomach and cupped my core in his big hand, holding me like I was already his in every way. “I decided to stop playing fair. If you’re too tired to take me at the end of the day, I’ll find you before you hit that wall. Spread your legs, Maggie.”

Before I could move, his leg was between mine, easing mine farther apart. I gasped when he slid his fingers over my lower lips.

“You’re already so wet for me. Grip the sink and arch your back. And don’t take your eyes off me.” He let me go for a moment and the sound of his pants unzipping filled the room and made me shiver. His lips quirked up. “Ask me for what you need, baby.”

“I need you, Luke. Please.”

He ran the blunt tip of his cock through my wetness and growled. “More.”

“I need your cock inside me. I need you to fuck-” I let out a broken cry as he forced his entire length inside me with one strong stroke. My head dropped forward but he gripped my throat again and lifted my face. I panted as he stretched my sex with a combination of pleasure and pain that I was quickly becoming addicted to.

“That’s right, Maggie. Take me deep. Keep those eyes on me.” Pulling out, Luke didn’t hesitate to thrust deep again. “Jesus. Your pussy is heaven. Hold onto the sink, baby.”

I forgot that we weren’t anywhere private as I cried out for him. He set a fast and hard pace as he fucked me, driving my hips forward into the sink with each powerful stroke. His fingers tightened around my throat as he kept the top half of my body stretched tightly against his. His eyes burned into mine through the mirror.

“When this is over, you’re moving in with us. You’re taking a vacation and getting fucked as many times a day as you can take. You might as well burn your clothes because you won’t need them. I want you naked so I can bend you over and slide my cock home as often as I want to.” Pressing his mouth to my ear, Luke growled. “I want you under my desk during meetings, your mouth full of my cock. I want to wake you up by eating you out. Do you understand, Maggie? I want you so much I can’t fucking think.”

His dirty words forced my pleasure even higher. I gasped for breath that wouldn’t come and bucked my hips back at him. I felt my orgasm coming fast. “Luke!”

He forced me forward, over the sink, and rained his hand down on my ass, spanking me hard. The stinging seemed to be connected straight to my clit. I gasped and did my best to hold his gaze. He reached around and flicked my clit, shoving me over the edge of pleasure. As my orgasm started, he fucked me harder and then froze as deep inside me as he could get, cock head right up against my cervix. He came hard, filling me with his seed until it seeped out around his girth.

With my head resting against the sink faucet, I panted as my orgasm wrecked me. Pleasure coursed outward from my core, filling me and overflowing. It stretched out until I was shivering and clinging to the sink with weak knees and a peacefully blank spot in my brain where all the wedding planning had been.

Luke pressed his hand to the middle of my back, holding me over the sink as he pulled out. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently cleaned me up before pulling my panties back up my thighs and turning me around so I was sitting on the sink, facing him. He brushed his fingers over my forehead and winced. “Shit.”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the faucet had left a mark on my forehead. I sighed, too relaxed to care. “It’s fine.”

He cupped my face and leaned in to kiss me. “I was rough. I’m sorry. I just… I was sitting out there, trying to work, and all I could think about was how much I miss you. My brain is all twisted up over you, Maggie. I look for you nonstop. I spent so many years fighting my attraction to you that there’s just no stopping it now.”

I kissed across his bearded jaw and smiled into his neck. “You were perfect. I’ve missed you, too. We’re almost at the finish line. And then… If you guys really do want me to take some time off to be with you, I will.”

He pinched my chin in his fingers and lifted my face to his. “You still aren’t sure about our feelings for you?”

I breathed out a small chuckle. “How could I be? It’s like a fairytale. Fairytales aren’t supposed to be true.”

“Sometimes they are, baby.” He smirked. “Plus, this is no fairytale. Not to ruin the allusion, but we’re hardly princes. I just roughly fucked you over a bathroom sink and left handprints all over your ass.”

I shuddered. “And I loved it.”

“And I love-” A sharp knock on the bathroom door made me flinch and Luke scowl. He glared at the door. “Go somewhere else.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Heath.” Devon sounded painfully awkward and like he’d rather be anywhere else. “I need Maggie. There’s an issue with the band.”

I blushed furiously. “He knows I’m in here with you.”

Luke’s grin was predatory. “With the way you came, baby, I’m willing to bet a lot of people know you’re in here with me.”