Chapter 31
“DADDY ISSUES” THE NEIGHBORHOOD
T he lead singer’s voice from Satan’s Priest croons over my phone’s speaker, filling the candlelit bathroom with his serenading. It’s seven minutes of pure heaven, and it’s a great song to piggyback off of their last single “Little Sinner.”
I relax in a bubble bath after spending an ungodly amount of time taking pictures for social media.
This soak is long overdue. I need to work out the kinks in my sore muscles, specifically my crotch, since it still aches after last night.
It’s not as uncomfortable as it was this morning when I was walking funny, but it’s still tender.
Soaking right now is already working its magic.
Warmth pools low in my belly at the thought of Ryder and everything we’ve done together. My chest tightens the longer I think about him. I’m in love with my stepbrother, and I think I have been for a long time now.
“If you want that kiss, you know where to find me tonight.”
My front teeth dig into my bottom lip. I grab my cell phone from the outer edge of the tub and check the time. It’s midnight, and everyone in the house retired to their bedrooms hours ago. The risk of anyone finding us together would be low, but never zero.
I shudder. I don’t want to run into my father. He’ll play Twenty Questions and sniff out every single lie until he puts it together that I’m sleeping with my brother.
My stomach knots, and I’m vaguely aware of the impending anxiety attack because I have no control over my life. I want to be with Ryder, not just in private, but out in the open for the world to see that he’s mine and I’m his.
And I can’t have that.
I suck in a ragged breath, trying to calm down. I sit up and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shift my thoughts away from the path of doom that’ll only make this anxiety worse.
I crack open my eyes and bring up Ryder’s name to send him a text message. The distraction is needed. I just hope he’s still awake and hasn’t given up on waiting for me.
I send him a picture I took tonight. It’s not a full-frontal nude. More like an enticing thirst trap.
You still awake?
The Delivered receipt changes to Read. Three dots appear at the bottom of the screen.
Fuck me, sis.
I’m definitely awake now.
Can I see you?
The Delivered receipt turns to Read, but no bubbles appear. He leaves me hanging, wondering what happened and where I went wrong.
Did I say something he didn’t like? Was it too bold of me to ask if I could see him? Is he still upset from my refusal to tell him what happened with Justin the other morning?
I groan and slip deeper under the water while holding my phone out so it doesn’t get wet. I’m trying to save money, not spend it on a phone replacement. Candy-scented bubbles reach my chin, filling my nostrils with the sweet perfume.
After a minute of silence, I sit up and start to type out an apology to him. A picture appears in the thread. My thumbs freeze, and I stare at the image.
Ryder stands in front of a full-length mirror, wearing only his black skull mask.
He holds a towel over his pelvis. His erection strains against the material, and it’s hard to ignore.
Aside from the blue LED lights, the room is dark.
His rib tattoos swirl up his chest and neck, standing out, along with the planes and grooves the shadows create on his abs.
I swallow to wet my suddenly dry mouth. The picture is too good to delete, and I won’t even try defending myself for saving it. Pretty sure Ryder has saved pictures of me, what with him finding my OnlyFans. Hell, he has a video of us fucking. Saving this picture shouldn’t upset him.
It doesn’t bother me that Ryder has videos of us together. In fact, I love the thought of him needing to save them along with pictures of me on his phone for when he’s alone.
Does he touch himself while looking at them?
My clit throbs at the thought of Ryder, alone and naked in his bedroom with his cock in his hand. I squeeze my thighs together to stop the building ache.
Out of everything in the picture, it’s his mask that’s turning me on the most. Something about not seeing his face—as handsome as my brother is—adds a mysterious vibe to him.
He could be anybody underneath it. Could do whatever he wants to me and I’d have to accept it. Maybe I should hint about role playing.
I type out a response, then delete the words and type something else. There’s so much I want to say to him, but I don’t want to come off as desperate.
That’s not what I meant, but you won’t hear me complain. I meant can I see you after my bath?
Baby, you can see me whenever and however you want. You know where to find me. Unless you want me to join you?
I’ll come to you.
I pull the plug from the drain and exit the tub, then wrap a towel around me as I head toward the closet.
I bite my bottom lip and smile at the plunge teddy I bought a while back.
A cute bow ties at the front and holds the piece together, but the see-through silk leaves nothing to the imagination.
It’s backless, except for the ruffled string for the thong.
While I put it on, I hype myself up so I don’t back out last second.
Go to his bedroom. Flirt. Kiss. Maybe do more stuff with him. Don’t be shy. Just pretend this is another live cam with an audience .
I’ve got this.
My heart pounds as my mind plays through all the ways this can go wrong. We’re not exactly being careful about our relationship. I mean, we’re fooling around in our parents’ home, for crying out loud.
After checking myself in the full-length mirror, I cover myself with a fluffy blue robe and tie the belt into a loose knot at the front. I step into a pair of house slippers, grab my phone, then ease my bedroom door open.
I’m really doing this. I’m cheating on my fiancé with my stepbrother. I’m fucking my brother, and we could get caught at any time by our parents.
The living room is quiet as I pass through and head straight to the back door.
Wind howls outside, shaking the trees’ limbs in the backyard.
A shiver goes down my spine as I mentally prepare myself to go out in the cold.
I ease the door open and step outside, then slide it closed behind me.
Keeping my footsteps light, I shuffle down the stairs and rush to the pool house.
Ryder’s bedroom door is shut, but blue light peeks through the window.
A smile tugs at my lips.
I don’t bother knocking before I enter his room. My gaze immediately finds him, and I stumble over my own feet.
Ryder relaxes on the end of his bed, still wearing the mask.
Only the mask.
“You’re still wearing it,” I breathe.
The towel is thrown haphazardly across his lap, hiding his erection from my curious gaze. Ryder raises his tattooed hand, then curls his middle and ring finger in a come-here motion.
My thighs clench together, and my core pulses as I imagine those fingers making that motion inside me.
I close the distance between us. Ryder grabs my waist and drags me onto his lap with his erection nestled against my core.
“Can I have that kiss now?” I lift his mask to his forehead so I have access to his mouth.
Ryder’s pierced lips tilt into a cocky smile. “I’m yours, doll. Take whatever you want from me, even my heart.”
Butterflies fill my stomach, and I lean forward. Ryder meets me in the middle, too impatient to wait for the kiss. Our mouths crash, and it’s a flurry of tongue, teeth, and bites.
The world fades until it’s just us in his bedroom, our hands exploring like we’re reacquainting ourselves after being separated for years.
Ryder fists my hair and grips my waist before rolling me onto the mattress and settling between my spread legs. The kiss never falters, even when my lungs burn with the need for oxygen.
“Ryder,” I whisper between kisses. I dig my nails into his back, torn between needing to breathe and needing him to keep kissing me.
He nips my bottom lip before trailing wet kisses along my jaw toward my ear. I suck in a ragged breath and grind my pelvis against his as he catches my earlobe between his teeth. Tingles spread through my body and build in my core.
“Please.” I rock my hips faster against him, seeking more friction against my throbbing clit. “Touch me.”
Ryder chuckles and thrusts against me. “My girl is so needy.”
My mind blanks.
Noticing my reaction, Ryder drops his mouth to my neck, where he assaults me with his teeth and tongue. “Say something, beautiful.”
I lick my bottom lip. “I’m your girl?”
Ryder raises his head. “You think I’m just going to let you walk away after I finally got you?” He tsks. “One of these days, I’ll marry you and put a baby in you. It doesn’t matter which comes first.”
Butterflies fill my stomach. “But I’m already engaged.”
A strange look passes over Ryder’s face, and he quickly locks it away. “Are you?”
“What do you mean, are you ? You met him the other night.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile. “He thinks he owns you, but we both know who you really belong to.”
“It doesn’t work like that.” I swallow hard around the rising lump in my throat. Something I haven’t felt for a very long time creeps to the center of my chest and tightens its grip until it’s hard to ignore.
It’s hope. Ryder talking like this is giving me so much needed hope that he won’t allow Justin to marry me.
Ryder rocks his hips against mine, grinding his erection against my pussy in slow, hard strokes. “I promise, when you walk down the aisle, it’ll be toward me. No other man will ever have you. They’ll eat dirt for even thinking they get to touch you like I do.”
I tug Ryder’s hair as he grinds against me, stoking the embers of my desire until they blaze out of control. He lets out a toe-curling groan and rocks against me faster. It’s hard to think past the haze of lust clouding my mind. I reach between us and stroke his cock.
“I want you to use me.” I try to sound firm with the demand, but my voice comes out breathy. Shaky.
Ryder cocks his head in a silent question and kneels between my legs while he fists his shaft.
I lick my dry lips. “You said you’d use me as your own personal fuck-toy.”
His pupils dilate, and his strokes stop. “Is that what you really want?”
“God, yes.”
His eyes narrow. “We’ve been over this. That’s not my name.”
I part my lips to argue with him, but he moves fast and cuts me off before I can even begin.
Ryder rips open my robe and drinks me in with his gaze. “You’ve been wearing this the whole time and didn’t tell me?”
He squeezes my breast over the top of my lingerie, and I hiss through my teeth. My back arches, pushing more of myself into his palm. He lets go and yanks off the robe, then tosses it to the floor before lowering himself to his stomach between my legs.
“Ryder...” I gasp as he slides the string aside to expose my pussy. My hips buck off the bed as his pierced tongue swipes up the seam and circles my clit.
He hums against me and captures the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips and suckles.
My hands snap out and burrow in his hair as he eats me out like it’s his last meal.
I tug at the strands, earning a growl and a heated look from him.
My legs fall open as his fingers probe the outside of my entrance, teasing me with what’s to come.
I throw my head back and whine as he sinks two digits between my spasming inner walls.
Goosebumps rise on my flesh, and my nipples tighten into sensitive peaks as my climax builds until the pressure becomes too much.
“I’m going to?—”
Ryder pounds his fingers in me while flicking my clit with his tongue. “Come for me, little sister.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I let go.
My muscles contort, and I arch my back while grinding my pussy against Ryder’s tongue.
Colorful dots pop into my vision as the orgasm takes me to a new world, and an unrelenting Ryder follows as he works me through it.
I whimper and shove his head to get him off me.
Ryder draws back and licks his lips, cleaning the glistening cum from his mouth. He moves to his knees and eyes me with a calculating look.
“Video?” he asks.
I pant and force a nod, too breathless and weak to say anything.
Ryder grabs his phone and opens the camera app, then sets it up on his nightstand. He pulls on his mask, then turns to me with hunger darkening his eyes.
“You ready, fuck-toy?”