Chapter 14
Dagger
“Yo! Earth to fucking DAG! Can you hand me that wrench?”
Cage’s voice has me snapping out of it. My vision clears and I pick up the wrench I’d been staring at for who knows how long and hand it over.
“Dude, what’s with you today?”
What’s with me is the fact that I made out with my stepsister last night.
And that it was the hottest fucking experience I’ve ever had.
Now, I can’t get that shit out of my head, and I don’t know what the fuck to do.
I left her sleeping in my bed this morning and haven’t spoken to her yet to know whether she’s okay with what went down.
She may have been begging for it in the heat of the moment, but who knows what the fuck she’s feeling in the aftermath.
“Just got shit on the brain is all.”
“This shit have anything to do with that little sister of yours?”
I’d rather he call her my stepsister. I fucking ate her out.
Sucked that pussy until she was bone-dry.
And damn, it was so fucking good. She covered my damn chin with her juices, showing me how good of a job I was doing, and I ate that shit up.
My dick tried to cream the sheets. Came so hard, I nearly strained my balls.
“I’m just thinking about her dad and whether I should tell her about my plan.”
It’s not a lie. It might not be what’s monopolizing every ounce of my thoughts right now, but at some point, I have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do and whether I let her in on it beforehand.
“You should definitely talk to her. If she’s ever going to get over this shit, she needs to be in the driver’s seat. If you want, I can ask her what she wants to see happen to him.”
I bet she would have no problem opening up to him about it. She seemed pretty comfortable sharing her personal shit with him yesterday. It still makes me jealous thinking of how easy she felt with him— a complete fucking stranger. I want her to feel that comfortable with me.
“Nah. I’ll take care of it myself.” I want to be the one who helps her through this.
“Didn’t hear her crying last night,” he states. “Did she have a nightmare?”
She didn’t actually. Come to think of it, she slept like a baby.
So calm and peaceful, all snuggled into my chest. It was a damn good feeling holding her in my arms all night.
I slept so well. Better than I have in a long time.
But when I woke this morning, it all came crashing down.
I don’t want her regretting what happened.
I’m worried she’s going to freak her shit and spin out again.
“No. She didn’t. Hopefully, that means she feels safe here.”
“I think that’s a win, man. When the nightmares stop is when the healing can begin. It was probably good for her to get some of that shit off her chest, too. Just acknowledging it can help the healing process.”
He turns back to the car he’s working on, and I struggle to find my focus and get back to work.
I’m hoping her lack of nightmares means that I didn’t totally fuck up last night.
We’ll see what happens once she wakes up.
I turn back to the engine I’m working on, trying not think about how fucking perfect her little pussy was.
One look, one fucking taste… and I’m obsessed.
And watching those little fingers diddle with that clit.
Hell, my dick is never going to go down again.
My mind races as I work through one car after another.
I don’t even stop for lunch. It’s not until I hear someone call “quittin’ time” that I look at the clock.
Shit. It’s already five thirty and I haven’t even been in to check on Wyn yet.
Right as I think her name, someone whistles low, and my head turns in the direction of where the guys are staring.
And there she is in all of her sexy glory, standing on that redwood porch, looking fine as fuck, and smoking one of those damn cancer sticks.
But one look at her face and I know she’s pissed.
She’s glaring out toward the trees like the leaves have personally offended her.
Her face is skewed into a scowl, and it looks like she wants to burn the world down.
The guilt sinks my stomach, knowing that I’m probably the cause for her anger.
I’m supposed to be helping her get over her shit, and now I’ve gone and given her another reason to be fucked in the head.
I drop my grease rag and start stalking over. She doesn’t even look at me as I approach, but I know she’s aware of my presence. Her jaw has gone stone-cold tight. She takes another drag and turns her head to face the opposite direction. Fuck me. I should’ve kept my damn hands to myself.
“How’s your day been, Wyn?”
A ringlet of smoke hits the air as she shrugs. “Peachy.”
Her voice is crisper than the winter air causing goose pimples to prick across my skin.
“You get any studying done?”
“Yep.”
“You mad at me?”
Her head finally turns, cutting me a deadpan glare like I’m the dumbest fuck for asking.
She takes another drag, keeping that icy stare locked on me, and then blows the smoke right in my face.
I should’ve seen that coming. Now, I’m choking on my shame as I search for the right words to apologize for my actions.
“Thought you were going to quit smoking?”
“When your big brother fucks you over, you smoke.”
Fuck. The guilt rocks me so fucking hard it nearly keels me over. I grip the wooden post she’s standing against, and she shifts away again.
“I’m sorry, Wyn. I made a mistake.” A big one by the look of hate in her eyes. I’d thought she’d enjoyed herself. She was the one begging for more.
“Now that you’ve gotten that off your chest, do you mind letting me have my smoke in peace? By the way, where did you put my car keys? I know you took them from my bag.”
She’s not going anywhere. We’re going to settle this and then we’re going to get her some help.
“You’re not going anywhere, Wyn. We can get past this, and everything will go back to normal.”
She shakes her head and a pissed little smile crooks her lips. “You know, it never fails. When something amazing happens in my life, it’s always followed by a big fat reality check, reminding me that I’m exactly what he said I was: worthless.”
The fuck is she talking about? She’s not worthless.
I move in close, reaching for her chin and forcing her to face me.
What I see in her eyes nearly tears me down.
She believes all the shit he said to her over the years.
It’s there, written thick in those insecurities shining through.
She thinks he was right. There’s no way I’m going to sit back and let her believe those lies.
“I need you to remember something, Wyn. Not a goddamn thing that came from his lips was true. That man was sick, and everything he said was from a place of self-deprecation. You aren’t worthless, and if I ever hear you say that again, I will bend you over and spank your sexy ass.
Now…” I wrap my arms around her. “You want to repeat the part where you said it was amazing? Because I was sittin’ here thinking you hated me for what I did. ”
“Hated you?” Her eyes raise. “I woke up to find you gone, Vale. Then you hid out in the garage all day trying to avoid me. Seemed to me that it was the other way around and you were pissed about me forcing you to do stuff last night.”
Forcing me? She couldn’t have stopped me if she tried.
“You didn’t force me into anything, Wyn. I wanted it so fucking bad.” Still do. “I was worried you’d wake with regret, and yeah, I hid. I didn’t want to face the look in your eyes when the disgust hit.”
“Disgust?” She steps in closer, and her voice is quieter now.
At least one of us is concerned about our surroundings and who might be listening.
We shouldn’t be having this conversation out in the open.
It should be in the privacy of my room. With her naked in my bed.
That pussy on display so I can apologize for making her doubt herself.
“I woke up wishing you were still in bed. I wanted more, Vale. I was hoping I’d get to return the favor and wrap my lips around your cock.
I wanted you to come down my throat as I played with myself. ”
I take her hand and start dragging her into the clubhouse, heading for my room. I shut the door and then shove her up against it.
“That mouth of yours is trying to cause trouble again.” I brace my hand at the front of her neck, feeling her racing pulse against my palm.
She swallows hard and I moan, wanting to feel the constriction of her throat around my shaft.
“You need to get down on your knees and make good on that promise, Wyn.” I need that fantasy brought to life right fucking now.
“I didn’t make any promises.” She smirks. Damn, trouble is what she is with a capital T.
“Get down on your knees, Wyn.” My voice is gritty, coming out just as tight as the current state of my balls. I need her to release me from my pants and pull me from the restriction.
She looks like she wants to give me more of her sassy lip.
But before she can, I shove my tongue in her mouth and kiss her into submission.
Her tongue immediately does the dance, following my lead, stroking me with her heat.
Her body becomes pliant in my grasp, and little whimpering moans start to slip from her throat.
I realize I need to quiet her down before someone hears, so I slip back and grip her shoulders, urging her down to her knees.
She slides to the ground and her pretty eyes look up, waiting for my next command.
I reach for the zipper of my coveralls and slowly begin to draw it down my chest, shrugging out of my arms. The top drops down to my waist and her eyes drop with it.
She’s staring at my dick, licking her pouty lips like she can’t wait to get her mouth on me.
Just a few more seconds and she’ll get the chance.
“Take me out, Wyn.”
She immediately obeys. Hooking her fingers onto my waistline and tugging them down.
My dick bobs free, purple and thick, anxious to feel the warmth of that mouth.
Her tongue swipes out, licking across my slit, lapping up the dribble of cum that seeped out.
My head falls back on my shoulders as the pleasure tingles down my shaft and all the way up my spine.
My balls tightening almost to the point of pain.
But she eases that pain when her lips wrap around the end, slowly sucking on my tip.
Her tongue begins playing with the sensitive little spot on the underside, and fuck, I’m already about to blow my wad down her throat.
I open my eyes, needing to see, and the sight before me is too fucking much.
Her eyes are closed as she savors the taste of me.
Her cheeks are all tinged pink from the heat that’s coursing through her veins.
And those plump lips are sucking and savoring on the end of my dick like she’s indulging in a treat.
My cum rushes to the tip to feed her more.
“You’re a naughty girl, Wyn.” I brush my thumb over her chin.
“You make me feel too fucking good that I don’t want to stop.
” I slide my hand back and grip onto her hair.
Those pretty eyes open and her nostrils flare.
She wasn’t lying when she said she likes it a little rough.
I tighten my hold, tugging her down farther on my cock.
“Are you going to quit teasing and open wider?”
I want to feel how deep she can take me. I’m not a small man and it’s a rare find to get deep throated. We’ll see if she’s up for the challenge.
Her eyes stay trained on mine as she loosens her lips and takes me straight to the hilt.
Goddamn. She can actually handle me. And she’s looking smug to the fact.
Fuck, it feels so fucking good. Then her lips suction down tighter, pushing even farther, and the humming sound she makes in the back of her throat goes straight to my balls, drawing me right to the brink.
“You singing praises to my cock, or are you trying to tell me something?”
She reaches for my hips and then pulls me forward.
She wants to get fucked is what she’s trying to tell me.
I’m happy to oblige. I grip onto the top of her hair and start my steady roll.
Sliding out of her smooth lips then pushing back in.
Out and in. Out and in. My pace quickens as she runs her fingers down between her legs and starts to play with herself.
It’s such a fucking turn-on to watch. I’m probably classified as a voyeur, because watching her play with herself is nearly as good as fucking this mouth. And this is pure fucking heaven.
“I’m about to come, baby. You better open up that throat and make room.” I have a huge load coming and I don’t want her spilling a single drop.
I pump into her harder than I should. Faster than I should. But she doesn’t complain. She takes her abuse, diddling herself faster. The tears are even running down her eyes, but she’s moaning on my dick like she’s about to find her own release. She really does like it rough.
When she finally unlocks her lips, having swallowed down every drop, my body slumps against the wood.
I rest my head on my forearm trying to catch my breath.
When my eyes finally open, I find her licking her lips, still looking at my cock like she wants more.
I’m going to give her hers. I just need a second to catch my strength. Goddamn, she sucked the life out of me.
“You aren’t supposed to be kissing your stepbrother like that.” I brush my thumb across her lips. “Damn, babe. You sure do know how to weaken a man.” I’m standing on wobbly legs, feeling like I need to go lie down. But first I need to take care of my girl.
“It’s my turn, babe. I want you to straddle my lips.”