Chapter Twenty-Three
“The news is calling him the Brawny Slasher.”
I’m grateful Weston called me to let me know he’s fine, but now I’m just ready to end our call so I can go see Rowdy. “Why?”
“All the men killed weren’t small by any means. They were big and brawny. To be able to take down, beat unrecognizable, and sodomize those victims, the perp would have had to have been at least the same size or larger.”
I shudder at what the latest guy must’ve been thinking when he was attacked. “Do you think they knew their killer or if it was random?”
“Mom thinks they had to have known their killer,” Weston says, voice breathy with excitement. Maybe he’s still running on adrenaline after our crazy afternoon and evening. “It could be they were meeting to hook up or something and then the killer surprised and overpowered them.”
When my fingers slid into the gaping hole of the man’s neck, I was immediately traumatized. He was dead and I inadvertently, while searching for a pulse, stuck my fingers inside him. Bile creeps up my throat and I swallow it down.
“Have they released the names of the victims yet?” I stroke my fingers through Scout’s fur, happy to have him near me. “I feel so bad for their families.”
“Chief Knox spoke on the news earlier. He said they’ve identified them all but are waiting until they can get in touch with their families before releasing the names.”
I don’t want to ask Weston, but I do it anyway because I need to know. “Did the victim look like Rowdy?”
He’s quiet for a beat and then sighs. “Same height and physique, yeah. The hair color was close too.”
“If they don’t catch this guy, he could be next,” I choke out, fear swelling inside me. “This is terrifying.”
The urge to go to Rowdy is greater now. I want off the phone and in his arms right away.
“I should get to bed,” I tell him with a fabricated yawn.
“Yeah, of course. I’m beat too.” He pauses for a second and then huffs. “Sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought we were on the same page about fooling around.”
Oh God.
I really wanted to avoid this conversation until at least tomorrow.
“We were,” I rattle out. “But then I wasn’t feeling it. To be honest, Weston, I really like you, but as a friend. I’m not sure I’m ready to be romantically involved with anyone right now.”
Not true…
My skin heats as I continue. “I’m sorry if I led you on.”
“Wow.” He makes a choked sound of disbelief. “I’m such an idiot.”
“No. Don’t say that. This is my fault.”
“I really thought we had a connection, Destiny.”
“We did…we do. But as friends.” I wince because it sounds awful. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Mad? I’m crushed.”
“Me too.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
Because I’d rather grind on my brother than you…
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” I murmur. “I still want to be your friend.”
He scoffs. “Did you ever think maybe I don’t want to be yours?”
Click.
“Hello?”
No answer.
I ask my phone to call Weston back. When it goes straight to voicemail, I realize he ended our call without even saying goodbye. It stings, but I can’t say I blame him for it. Maybe he’ll be open to discussing a friendship tomorrow when he’s cooled off.
As for me…
I feel relief.
I’m so awful.
All I want is to signal to Rowdy I’m ready for him to come for me. Now that I’m off the phone, I plug it in and make sure my window is unlocked. Then I listen for any signs that people are still awake in the cabin.
Nothing.
I turn off the light, throw on my coat and boots, then wait by the window. A few minutes later, it opens and a cold breeze pushes inside. As if I’ve been kept from him for an eternity, I reach through the window and hug Rowdy. His pine and smoke scent eases all the tension in my muscles.
“I’ll carry you,” he whispers. “It’ll be quicker.”
Scout tries to worm his way between us. Rowdy softly groans and I stifle a giggle.
“He wants to come too,” I say as I pull back. “He might bark if we leave him.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Scout takes that as his cue to leave and wriggles past us through the window.
I tighten my hold around Rowdy as he pulls me out.
Once in the cold outside, I wrap my legs around his waist. He keeps one hand on my lower back and uses the other to close the window.
Then we hustle through the dark toward the RV.
Wild is asleep and breathes softly. We’re quiet as we sneak inside.
“Let’s take all this crap off,” Rowdy grumbles as he sets me to my feet. “Scout, stay on your side.”
I hear Scout hop onto the bed as we shuck off our coats and boots. I’m still wearing the sweatpants and hoodie I borrowed from Wild’s dresser, so I’m nice and cozy. As I crawl onto the bed, I hear Rowdy’s belt buckle jangle. A ripple of desire courses through me. Is he taking off his jeans?
Scout noisily licks himself until I nudge him to stop. I slip under the covers, curl up on my side, and wait for Rowdy to join me. The bed sinks down with his weight, and then his large, warm body is sliding under the covers with me.
He’s just comforting.
That’s all this is.
He scoots behind me, contorting his body to mold to the back of mine, and nuzzles my hair with his nose. “I love how you smell.”
His words make me smile and a shiver tickles down my spine.
“Cold?” he rumbles. “I’ll warm you up.”
My entire body is burning, so I’m definitely not cold, but I nod so he’ll keep his body plastered to mine.
“He gave you a hickey.” His words are so soft I almost miss them. “I saw it earlier.”
“A what?”
“A bruise. From sucking on your neck. Evan gave me one a time or two.”
I remember Weston sucking on my neck and feeling slightly grossed out by it. “Are you mad?”
“Yeah.”
“At me?”
“Fuck no.”
My chest heats. “I didn’t like it when he did it.”
“Why not?”
“Because…” It wasn’t you.
“I wish I could erase it,” he says, his big hand coming to rest on my hip.
“I wish you could erase it too.”
His cock, which is pressed against my ass, jerks at my words. “I could.”
“How?”
“I could mark over it.”
My core throbs and my skin heats. “With your mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
His cock twitches again. “But it’s a bad idea.”
I groan and he chuckles. “Why?”
“Because I might not stop there.”
“So don’t stop.”
The air crackles with intensity and then I feel Rowdy partially sit up behind me. His hand swipes over my hair and exposes my neck. I tense as I wonder if this is really happening or not. Maybe it’s just a stupid dream. Then his mouth hovers over my skin.
Need courses through me, hot and pulsating, like lava gushing from a volcano. The feeling with Rowdy is on the exact opposite end of the spectrum than with Weston.
I’m combusting from Rowdy’s touch.
Burning alive.
His tongue flicks out and teases my flesh.
I gasp, barely able to suppress a mewl. Then his mouth latches onto me and he doesn’t suck like Weston did.
No, Rowdy devours me as if I’m a sweet and sour gummy worm he can’t resist. His tongue roves over my tingly skin and his teeth scrape me to the point of pain.
The sounds coming from him are feral and animalistic.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
And then he sucks, but it’s different. It’s more of a need to consume. He needs me for sustenance to live.
I love the desperation he has for me.
I’m not alone with my crazy thoughts. The feeling is mutual.
With each suck and nibble, I can feel my skin bruising. I’m dizzied with desire for him to mark over Weston’s hickey like he promised to. I want him to mark me everywhere.
“Ask me again what you asked me earlier,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck. “I’m tired of hiding behind what’s right in front of us.”
I push my ass against his cock, reveling in the harsh sound of pleasure that escapes him. “Did you watch me last night when I got myself off?”
He trails lower down my neck, breathing hot and heavy against my skin. “I couldn’t stop myself, Dez. I needed to see you.”
I knew it.
My body thrums with happiness.
“So you saw…” Heat burns through me.
“I saw you rubbing at your pussy,” he growls. “I saw you lick your fingers too. It was so fucking hot.”
“Yeah?”
“So hot. And when you called me, I pulled my cock out. I’m fucking sick because I jerked off while talking to you. Do you hate me?”
“Never.” I twist until I’m on my back. “I’m hot. I need this hoodie off.”
He makes a choking sound but then eagerly obeys me, yanking the hoodie off me. Then his body comes over mine, lips hovering just above my own.
I wrap my legs around this waist, needing to feel him again, this time closer. He grunts, grinding his cock against me through our clothes. The immense pleasure pulsating through me makes it hard to breathe.
I want him to kiss me so I can see if it feels different than when Weston did. I’m dying to know. But instead of kissing me, his mouth goes back to my neck. He doesn’t stay in one place, though. Slowly, he nips and licks his way down my chest until he’s at one of my breasts.
“Rowdy,” I groan. “I need…”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I am thrown out into a sea of pleasure. I grip onto his hair, needing him to keep teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue because it’s the most wonderful sensation. His teeth clamp down on my nipple until it hurts and then he licks away the tenderness.
All I can do is go along for this blissful ride as he moves on to tease my other nipple.
When I can’t take any more attention on the oversensitive nerves, I grip his hair, pulling him back up toward me. His mouth once again hovers over mine.
“Are you going to kiss me?” I ask, heart hammering wildly.
“I fucking want to so bad.”
“So why aren’t you?”
He grinds his hard cock against me. “Because you’re my sister.”
“It’s just a kiss, Rowdy. If you can suck on my nipples, you can suck on my tongue.”
I barely get the words out before he crashes his mouth to mine. There’s nothing gentle or sweet about his kiss. It’s rough and bruising and claiming. I love every second of it. Flames of desire burn through me like a raging forest fire. There are no flickers. It’s not nice.
It’s cataclysmic and all-consuming.
He lays claim to my soul with a fiery kiss.
We kiss, both of us panting noisily as he keeps rocking his hips against me. With each grinding move, I get pushed closer and closer to the edge.
I want him inside of me, claiming me there too.
A burst of light explodes in my usually dark world as an orgasm blasts through me.
I’m in blissful awe, tears streaming down my face as I ride the beautiful high my brother has gifted me.
He makes a ragged, feral sound. Reaching between us, he pulls his cock out, pressing the tip against my lower belly.
Then hot ropes of his cum jet out, soaking my naked stomach.
As his release throbs out of him, he sucks on my bottom lip until it’s swollen and hurting.
We remain frozen, unspeaking, as we come to terms with what just happened.
I just made out with my brother and we got off together this time.
It’s so wrong and terrible and no one can know about it but us, but it was also the most exciting, wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
This can go bad in so many ways, but I can’t find it in me to worry about that right now.