Chapter 11
Hudson
If I hadn't figured out how wrong my approach was, I would be a broken man right now. Instead, the pain of seeing her with another man fuels the beast inside me. I've played it too safe, too nice, too controlled for too long.
But this power—it's wild and freeing. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I'll fight for her.
This guy who just admitted he's in love with her leaves me no time to waste. I channel my primal beast, the one I restrained every night I heard her moans when she was alone in her bedroom.
Knocking her door down and claiming her wouldn't have scared her off, it would have brought her fantasy to life.
Finally revealing myself, I buck my hips, letting her feel what she does to me. "All those times you played with your pussy, you pictured me, didn't you?"
"Yes." Her voice is barely audible.
Fire races through me. I nod toward the other guy. "What's it going to be?"
"I want him to stay."
I study her expression. There's something she's not saying. "And…"
"I want you both to fuck me."
I had it all wrong. I'm not here to shelter Jolene from the storm; she is the storm. I'm the shelter, and just have to stay strong enough to stand up to her so she has a safe place to call home.
In my deep dive into monster romance, I read about sharing a woman. That was the least favorite piece of information I took in, aside from all things tentacle. There are far more kinks I want to explore, but some of my favorites still seem so far-fetched, like having her call me Daddy.
I want to be everything for her. That's what I've been working toward. I don't want someone else to share that.
But she clearly feels something for this guy, and he feels for her. If it's what she wants, my education will continue on my terms. "First, you're all mine, then he can join in."
Stranger words have never exited my mouth.
Adding to the strangeness, at that exact moment, the front door swings open. Jeremy enters with Jane's diaper bag and an armful of presents. Jolene stumbles out of my embrace.
"Whoa. Did I interrupt?" Jeremy's eyes dart from me to Jolene to the other guy. "What the hell are you doing here, Walker?" He points at Jolene and me. "And why were you two so... close?"
Jolene chokes out, "Walker? Your best friend?" Confusion twists her features.
Super weird. Who'd she think he was?
She asks, "Where's Jane?"
"Asleep in the car."
I clear my throat. "Jeremy, regarding your first question, you interrupted big time."
He drops the gifts and diaper bag on the couch, exhales hard, and looks gut-punched. "How could you?" He fixes his gaze on Walker. "When I told you to talk to Hudson, I didn't mean—"
"This is the first time I've ever seen him." I step forward, shielding Jolene.
Jeremy's fists clench. "Then tell me you two didn't win her at that damn auction."
I cross my arms. "We didn't."
"You didn't." Walker's voice is surprisingly soft.
Jeremy squares up with Walker. "You bought her virginity?"
Walker nods.
Jolene fills me in on the auction while they argue.
"How could you fuck my little sister, Walker? You know how I feel about guys who fuck and duck."
"That's not what this is." Walker's jaw ticks. "I have a ring."
He flips open the box, the diamonds glinting under the Christmas lights.
Jeremy stares, speechless.
I won't let him steal the spotlight. "And so do I." I nod at the velvet box on the floor, kicked aside in the frenzy.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Jeremy asks.
Jolene shakes her head. "No joke. It's my dream. Both of them."
He gapes at her like she's speaking in tongues.
My balls ache, my patience is fraying. "Like I said, Jeremy, you're interrupting. We'll hash this out later." I jerk my chin toward the door.
Jolene asks, "Can you please keep Jane for another hour or so, but call or knock before you come in next time."
He hesitates. "I’m not ever coming in this house without knocking again. Won’t even glance in a window." He grimaces, shakes his head, and is out the door.
I yank Jolene back against me. "Now, where were we?"
She grins wickedly. "You were about to claim me and then share me."
I glance at Walker, who nods as if consenting to waiting, despite his pants being tented.
Jolene's fingers hook the bottom of my shirt, peeling it off, then trailing her fingers over my chest and abs before removing the rest of my clothes. I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of the body that I feared was off limits.
She sinks to her knees, eyes upturned and hungry. Not where I thought we'd start.
"Open," I growl.
Her lips part, tongue flicking out as she takes me in.
I don't want to know how she got so good at this.
I'll assume she's a natural. The vibration as she moans rips a groan from my throat.
She bobs, hands gripping my hips, nails digging in.
I thread my fingers through her hair, trying to control her.
You can't control the storm.
Too good, too much, too fast. "Fuck, I'm—" I spill down her throat, my fingers working her head on my shaft.
That's not how I wanted my first time with her to go—coming before her, but I'll make up for it.
She swallows around me and slowly pulls off, but my cum trails down her chin. I brush a thumb over it to clean her but she grabs my wrist, guides me into her mouth and sucks it clean.
I laugh, mostly from shock, and lean her down onto the blanket. I spread her thighs, diving in with my tongue lapping her juices from her clit. My fingers plunging deep inside of her.
My cock is already hard again, ready to fill her from this end. She will be marked as mine, but not until I make her come with my mouth first.
She arches, gasps, and when I hit a rhythm, she cries out, her release coating my face, filling my mouth with her sweetness.
Letting her catch her breath, I crawl up her body, my gaze never leaving hers. I slide my aching cock into her. She's so tight, but slicked by her release. I don't allow myself to think about other reasons she might be slick inside, why she tasted a little salty.
We rock in unison as my thrusts grow harder and faster. Her nails rake over my back, marking me as hers. I'll wear the streaks as a badge of honor.
I grind deep, bringing her cries to a fever pitch while I hang on by a thread. Her sweet cunt tightens around me.
"That's right. Come on Daddy's cock." The words are out of my mouth before I realize I've said them. Too many romances. Too many kinks unlocked. Maybe she didn't hear.
Or maybe she liked it. Her body spasms as her climax unfolds, drawing me into euphoria with her. Our combined release spills out with each thrust. Our mingled scents of salty and sweet fill the air.
My head falls beside hers and I hate that I ever have to move.
She teases, "Are you done making a mess of me… Daddy? Can Walker join in?"
I chuckle, rolling off. "I'm a man of my word." No matter how much I channel that inner beast, I'm basically a good guy.
Walker's clothes are gone. He climbs onto her, the two of us maneuvering briefly, making sure Jolene's okay with our positioning.
Walker has her feet on his shoulders. Fine by me since that keeps more of my cum inside. I remain beside her, propping myself on one elbow while my other hand explores her body.
She gasps when he enters her. I can't believe I'm sharing my stepsister—still feeling a little selfish. I lower my mouth onto hers, plunging my tongue between her lips. Kisses are long overdue. I want to plant them over her entire body, but I keep them right there—on her mouth—so she can't see him.
Then I lower my hand to her clit, helping out with her orgasm.
When her kisses falter, I say, "Come for Daddy."
My lips return to hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure and her attempt to answer. She's mine—even if I have to play nice and share.
And as much as I love her calling me Daddy, our family dynamic is already too complicated. I may let that kink go, but she’s mine forever.