Primal God (The Defiant God Brotherhood #4)

1. 5 Years Ago

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5 YEARS AGO

Lilith

I touch Joao’s hand as the credits play on the large TV in his living room.

“I should go. I have class tomorrow…”

He whines, “But I haven’t seen you all week…”

Joao and I have been dating since our senior year of high school. Before that, he was my best friend. My only friend. Since starting college, we’ve grown apart.

I roll my bottom lip between my teeth as I look him over.

It was bound to happen. We’re just too different. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth while I…

I wasn’t.

Take tonight, for example. I rushed over after my double shift at the movie theatre so I could spend time with him. But he wasn’t even here. No, he was at some kind of club meeting with his dad. His mom invited me in, even though I know she had her hands full with the twins. She happily let me take little Clara while she fed Diego. When we put the twins down, I helped her fix dinner, mostly in silence. It was awkward, to say the least. I don’t think Mrs. Santos likes me. Joao says I’m wrong, but I just get this weird vibe from her. I’ve caught her looking at me like she hates me. And I’m not sure why. She’s everything I’m not. Thin. A stunning beauty. Wealthy. And married to the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.

Joao finally showed up just when I was about to leave and suggested watching a movie. It took everything in my power not to groan, because I’m around movies all day. I’d much rather sit and talk or even read a book. But Joao whined until I relented. So, we watched a movie. And then another. And now I just want to go back to the dorms and go to bed. Because, unlike Joao, I do have class in the morning.

“I know we haven’t seen each other,” I say. “But I have a test tomorrow…”

Joao sighs. “Babe, it’s still early.”

It’s nearly midnight.

Mrs. Santos overhears and says, “You’re more than welcome to stay, Lili.”

This gets Dr. Santos’ attention, who frowns.

He’s always frowning when I’m around. I don’t think he likes me very much, either, which is why I try to stay out of his hair. His beautiful, sexy, salt and pepper hair. My cheeks warm. You’d think I’d get over this crush I have on him by now, but nope. Still hasn’t happened. He’s still on a pedestal and I am more than willing to worship him…

He meets my gaze, and I glance away.

How does he make his readers look so sexy?

Joao takes my hand and begs, “Come on, babe. We can go swimming.”

Oh, well, that’s just a low blow because he knows how much I love his pool.

“I’ll even let you pick the music.”

I sigh. “Fine.”

Joao doesn’t waste a moment pulling me to my feet. Mrs. Santos smiles as we pass, and Dr. Santos scowls.

Outside, I exhale as I look up at the night sky. Joao and his family live outside of the DFW metroplex on a large acreage. Being out here feels like being on a different planet. You don’t hear cars passing or planes flying overhead and, when you look up, you can actually see the stars. It’s pretty amazing.

Water splashes on me as Joao does a cannonball into the pool. He laughs when he emerges.

“Sorry. Didn’t know I’d get you.”

I brush water from my face and say, “Sure you didn’t.”

He laughs again. “Go change. I’m sure there’s a suit in there that will fit you.” He waggles his eyebrows at me. “Or you could go skinny-dipping.”

Heat licks at my skin, enough that I can look past his comment about finding a swimsuit that will fit. Even though we’ve been dating for a while, we didn’t get intimate until a few months ago. At first, we couldn’t get enough of each other, but recently it’s felt like a chore on my end. And I don’t like feeling like that.

That’s what has me glancing at the house to make sure his parents aren’t in the living room. When I’m sure that they’re gone, I lift my shirt over my head, laying it on one of the lounge chairs. My shorts and flip-flops are next, leaving me in my black bra and black cotton panties. I’ve always been a curvy girl, but thankfully I’m also comfortable in my skin. Even when I’ve gained a few pounds and even when my boyfriend makes little comments about my weight…

He must not mind tonight because he leans against the edge of the pool, a challenging glint in his eyes. “You going to go all the way?”

“I don’t know. Are you?”

He tugs off his shirt, tossing it out of the pool. His shorts and underwear are next, leaving him completely nude.

I’m laughing as I take off my bra and panties, carefully setting them on the lounge with the rest of my clothes.

“Freaking hell, babe. Get over here.”

I grin, slowly walking toward Joao. I’m almost to him when I think I see a flash of light in the kitchen, like someone opened the fridge. Afraid of being caught, I hurry to the edge of the pool, jumping in. Joao is waiting when I emerge, pulling me into his arms, kissing me.

“I have an idea.”

“Oh?”

He says, “Sit on the edge of the pool.”

“I don’t know…”

I glance back to the kitchen window, but don’t see anything.

“Come on, babe. I’ve wanted to do this for a while. Saw it in a vid online, and it looked hot.” He pats the cement. “Up.”

I pull myself out of the pool, sitting so my feet are dangling in the water. Joao moves between my legs, putting my legs over his shoulders. I have an idea where this is going when he moves in even closer. Leaning back on my arms, I groan as he kisses my thigh.

My eyes shut and the person between my legs transforms into his dad.

I know it’s fucked up, but I can’t stop the thought from taking over. A whimper leaves my lips as he grips my legs, pushing them apart.

In reality, I open my legs because Joao isn’t bold enough to do this on his own. But the star of my fantasy is…

“I’ve missed you, babe,” Joao says, kissing higher. “So much.”

In my head, it’s not his voice I hear.

“I’ve missed you, too.” I pant as he sucks on my clit. “God, that feels so good.”

“If you like that, you’re going to love this,” he says as he slides a finger inside of me.

The pleasure I felt seconds ago fades as Joao fumbles his way around, and I’m pulled out of my daydream. Opening my eyes, I see Joao looking between my legs, watching as he toys with me.

“You like that, babe? Am I making you feel so good?”

I make a sound of agreement as he adds another finger. Wincing, I shift, trying to send him in the right direction. It doesn’t work, though. Not when he adds a third finger.

“Come on, babe. I want you to come and then I want you to ride me.”

I make fake sounds of pleasure and then cry out, as if I’ve just had an orgasm. He wastes no time pulling back his fingers and climbing out of the pool. I cringe as he tosses my clothes on the ground and then flops on the lounge.

“Come on, babe.”

I’m torn. I’m not feeling as horny as I was moments ago, but at least if I ride him, I’ll actually get to come. Slowly, I walk toward him, letting my hips sway. He watches me as he strokes himself. I move over him, positioning his cock at my opening.

Closing my eyes, I let the fantasy take over again.

Dr. Santos looks up at me, fire in his dark gaze. He’s silently challenging me to move, and I’m not going to back down. Bracing my hands on his chest, I roll my hips.

I’ve slid down a few inches when something bangs against the house. Joao and I both look to find the real Dr. Santos standing in the doorway of the patio, hands on his hips.

“Joao Santos! It is time for your girlfriend to go home. Now.”

Mortified, I lean against Joao, trying to hide my nakedness. I’m not sure what Dr. Santos can see from his viewpoint, but since I can see all of him, I can only assume he can see all of me…

And my pussy fucking throbs .

Joao clears his throat before saying, “Okay, Dad. Give us five.”

“I said now .”

I close my eyes. Oh my god. What are we going to do?

Joao whispers, “I’m so sorry, babe.” Then he calls out to his dad, “Uh, can you turn around for a moment so we can get dressed?”

Dr. Santos mutters a string of curse words in Portuguese, but turns. I reach for my bra, shorts, and shirt, not caring that I don’t have panties on. No, I shove them into my pocket. Once I’m dressed, I turn to Joao, who is struggling to get his clothes on his wet body.

“Joao,” Dr. Santos says in a warning tone.

“I’m trying. There. We’re decent.”

Dr. Santos turns, his gaze going to me, where he assesses me slowly. Heat licks my skin, making my nipples pebble. He licks his lips, making me feel all achy. There’s a part of me that wonders what he’d do if I walked up to him and…

The moment is broken when Joao steps between us.

“Sorry about that, Dad. We thought you had gone to bed.”

“As I said, it’s late, and Ms. Wolfe has class in the morning.”

Joao nods. “I’ll run her home.”

Dr. Santos gives me one last look before disappearing into the house. When he’s gone, Joao spins to me, laughing.

“I can’t believe we got busted by my dad.”

“It’s not funny. It’s embarrassing. How am I supposed to look him in the eyes the next time I see him?”

“Babe, you’re overreacting. Come on. Let’s get you home.”

I’m silent on the ride to the dorms. Joao has a really bad habit of dismissing my feelings, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

At the dorms, Joao leans over, kissing me on the cheek.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

I groan. Joao likes to hit the frat parties that take place on Thursdays, even though we both have class on Fridays.

He must sense my hesitation because he says, “Please, babe. You’re my DD.”

Well, I can’t say no now because if something were to happen to him, it would be my fault.

“I guess I’ll go.”

He grins. “See you then.”

I get out of his car, making my way to the dorm. My roommate is asleep, so I change into my PJs and climb into my bed.

And that night?

That night I have another sex dream starring Dr. Dimitri Santos that leaves me aching when I wake up the next morning.