Chapter Twenty-Five
There are too many people, too many sounds, too many smells. Rowdy wanted to bring Scout, but Wild didn’t think that was a cool thing to do, so I assured my brother I didn’t need him.
I miss my dog.
He may not be formally trained like Gwen thinks he needs to be, but he’s most definitely my support animal. I think he’s Rowdy’s support animal too since Spirit isn’t around. We both love Scout. Luckily, the twins love him like we do and will keep him entertained while we’re gone.
It’s taking Rowdy a long time to get our drinks and I shift uncomfortably on my feet as I wait for him to return. I’m not sure I’ve ever been anywhere with so many people in the same room at once. It’s overwhelming.
“What are the chances two blind girls show up to the same party? There’s a joke in there somewhere.”
I whip my head toward the sound of the voice and grin. “Claudia? What are you doing here?”
“Hanging with my sister. She pointed out a ‘blonde with a cane,’ so I had her take me to you so I could investigate. Imagine my surprise when I found it was you. What about you? Who are you here with?”
“My brother and our friend Wild.”
“The possessive brother?” She cackles with laughter. “I can’t wait to formally meet him.”
I blush furiously and am thankful she can’t see.
The smell of pine and smoke swirls around me, signaling the arrival of said brother.
He holds a drink to me, tapping my chin with it.
I reach up to take it from him, fingers brushing over his, and shiver at his touch.
His body crowds mine from behind and his hand grips my hip.
Possessively. I grin into my drink as I sip it.
“Claudia, this is my brother Rowdy,” I say to her. Then I gesture in her direction. “Rowdy, this is my friend from school.”
“Pleased to meet you,” he says, voice deep and gravelly, tickling me in all the right spots.
“Oooh,” Claudia replies with a whistle. “You sound hot. Wanna fuck?”
I choke on my liquor. Rowdy rubs my hip as if to calm me.
“I’m good.” He steps closer until his body warms mine from behind. “I’m actually seeing someone.”
“Boo,” Claudia says with a pout. “I’m not seeing anyone. Not literally or figuratively. Blind in all aspects of life. Got any cute friends?”
“New here,” Rowdy grunts. “Sorry.”
“Claud,” a young woman says close by. “I found someone for you to talk to. He’s single. You can leave these people alone now.”
Claudia laughs. “Duty calls. Gotta find me a man. My sister is my wingman.”
They leave and Rowdy chuckles.
“She’s an odd duck,” he mutters. “You sure know how to pick them.”
I playfully elbow him in the gut. “I picked you, you know.”
“Nah, you had no choice. We were born into the same family. You got lucky.”
My skin warms at our teasing. It’s so easy to lose myself when I’m around Rowdy. Nothing and no one around us seems to matter. It’s as if we’re all alone.
This could be dangerous.
“Can you show me to the restroom?” I ask, needing to get away from the stifling crowd.
“Don’t know where it’s at, but we’ll find it.”
He steps away and then takes hold of my wrist of the hand holding the drink, careful not to touch the healing part of my self-inflicted wound.
I allow him to guide me, not even bothering to use my cane since I trust him implicitly not to allow me to trip over or bump into anything.
The sounds soften a bit and I get the sense we’re in a hallway.
Then I hear the sound of a knob jiggling.
“Gonna be a while,” a guy calls out. “Got the shits, man.”
“Maybe Talia has a bathroom in her room,” Rowdy suggests.
“I don’t have to pee. Just need some quiet. Can we go to her room?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
He guides me down the hall and then through a door. When he closes it behind us, the noise is abruptly snuffed out aside from the occasional laughter that carries through the walls. Much better.
“We can sit on the bed over here,” Rowdy says, leading me to it.
Once we’re sitting, so close our thighs are touching, he leans toward me and kisses my cheek.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much.”
“Good. Want me to put your drink down for you?”
I pass him the drink, eager to have my hand free to touch him. He stretches away from me to put them on the table and when he’s sitting upright again, I climb into his lap, straddling him.
“Dez.” His voice is rough and filled with need. “What are you doing?”
“Saying hi.” I press my lips to his. “Hi.”
His laugh is breathy and tickles my face. “Hi.” He strokes a hand over my hair. “You know someone could come in here, right?”
I note he makes no moves to pull me off his lap. “Is there someplace we can hide?”
“And do what?” His cock pulsates against me. It has ideas.
“Kiss,” I say as I seek out his mouth with mine. “And other stuff.”
He rises to his feet with me in his arms so abruptly I cry out. My words are silenced when he crashes his lips to mine for a bruising kiss. I’m not sure where he’s taking me, but I’m along for the ride. I cling to him, kissing him desperately as he walks with me in his arms.
I groan in protest when he sets me down on a counter. “Rowdy…”
“Stay,” he instructs.
He closes and locks a door before striding back over to me.
I run my fingers over a smooth countertop, trying to get a feel for where I’m at. “Where are we now?”
“Bathroom.”
“Are you going to fuck me in here?”
His hand grips my jaw almost painfully. “No, sweet Dez. I’m not. When I put my dick inside you, it’s going to be in my bed where I can take my time.”
It’s sweet but not what I wanted to hear. My entire body thrums with the need to have sex with him.
“What then?” I ask, sounding slightly whiny.
“I’m going to lick your pretty pussy. I’ve been dying thinking about doing this all day.”
Oh.
A flash of Jace assaults my mind, but I quickly shove it back to the recesses where it belongs. This moment is for me and Rowdy.
“Let me see my mark,” he rumbles as he grabs hold of the thick hoodie.
I roll my head to the side and he exposes my flesh I’ve been hiding all day.
“Damn,” he growls. “It’s purple and blue and fucking huge.” He licks the spot and I groan. “You like my tongue, sweet Dez?”
“Yes.” I clutch onto his hair. “So much.”
He bites my jawbone before pulling away.
I cry out when he yanks me to my feet. His hands are rough and urgent as he undoes the button on my jeans.
A whimper of need crawls out of me when he shoves my underwear and jeans down all the way to my ankles.
Then, without warning, he lifts me, setting me on the edge of the counter that feels too cool against my warm ass.
“Lean back,” he instructs. “I won’t let you fall.”
He moves my legs up and then his head is between my thighs. My feet are locked up in my jeans, so I can’t move. I’m at his mercy. With an arousing, yet bruising touch, he pushes my thighs up and apart, exposing my most tender place to him.
Another memory of Jace hits me square in the chest.
“I’m scared,” I blurt out. “I hated this last time. It reminds me of being with…”
My words are stolen from my mouth as a moan takes over. Rowdy’s tongue drags along my slit, wet and hot and pressing firmly. As soon as it runs over my clit, I shudder in pleasure.
“This time isn’t going to be scary.” He sucks on my clit and I cry out. “It’s going to feel so damn good.”
I believe him because it already does. The sounds he makes as he licks and sucks are vulgar.
Shameful. Sick. He’s my brother. And yet, I think they’re also hot and beautiful.
I clutch onto his hair, tugging and pulling whenever something feels really good.
He’s a quick learner about what I like and doesn’t even need to be told which adjustments to make.
Saliva runs along my pussy and tickles my asshole. It’s messy and crude, but I love it.
“Oh fuck,” he praises against my pussy, “you taste better than I could have imagined.”
“How did you learn how to do this?” I ask, not truly wanting to hear the answer if it means he practiced on another girl.
“The internet.”
This makes me laugh and then it dies when another moan takes over. The pleasure coursing through me is all-consuming. Each time he nips or sucks on my clit, I shudder wildly.
“This right here,” he growls as he pushes a thick finger inside of me, “belongs to me. I’m going to get it nice and stretched to take my big cock. You want that, don’t you?”
I whimper and nod. “Y-yes.”
“God, you’re so damn tight. It’s going to fucking hurt, Dez.”
“I don’t care.”
He glides his finger in and out of me like it’s his cock.
I clamp down around him, craving something bigger and longer.
A sharp pang of pain slices through me when he starts inserting another finger.
The stretch hurts. I’m slightly terrified because Rowdy’s two enormous fingers inside of me are bigger than Jace’s cock ever was.
I’ve felt Rowdy hard beneath me. He’s huge. It’s likely going to be painful.
So?
“The internet said if I find this one spot—”
Glittery stars explode in my vision and I’m in awe of something aside from the usual darkness.
It’s the intense pleasure he’s creating by touching a place inside of me.
It feels so good I want to scream. I do scream.
Rowdy’s other hand reaches up, gripping my cheeks together to quiet me.
It hardly works. The sounds coming from me are feral and needy.
I rotate my hips, chasing those delicious touches of his fingers inside of me, while letting his tongue assault my sensitive clit.
It’s mind-blowing.
I need more of him.
“Holy shit,” Rowdy grits out as I continue trembling several moments after the orgasm starts to fade. “You’re dripping, Dez. Is that from how turned on you are?”
I’m boneless and drunk on pleasure. All I can do is flash him a dopey smile and nod.
He slides his fingers out of me and I groan. The loss of him leaves me feeling empty. A chill wraps its claws around my spine.
“I read you should try to pee after sex stuff. So you don’t get a UTI.”
I don’t know what that is, but the thought of peeing in front of him makes my skin heat. “You’re going to watch me pee?”
He laughs. “I planned on giving you your privacy, but the look on your face says you want me to watch. That makes my dick really hard.”
The two of us together are out of control.
What is even happening right now?
“You can help me,” I tell him, ignoring the burn on my cheeks. “If you want to.”
“Fuck, yes.”
He slips out from under my legs and then pulls me to my feet. I’m shaking violently, falling against his chest. His lips find my neck and he kisses me there. Then, gently, he scoops me up to carry me to the toilet.
This is weird and wrong.
If so, why does my entire body sing?
He sets me on the toilet and squats in front of me. I’m on fire as I slightly part my legs, knowing he’s literally going to watch. His big palms, one of them with still wet fingers, slides up and down my bare thighs as if to encourage me.
“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, feeling disappointed.
“Relax. Do it for me.”
A tinkling sound can be heard and I find immediate relief. His thumbs inch higher up my thighs and he roughly pulls them apart.
“Why is this so hot?” he demands in a gruff tone. “I’m fucked in the head, Dez.”
“Me too. I like that you’re watching. My body is on fire right now.”
“And my dick is so fucking hard.”
I finish up and then give him a sheepish smile. “Clean me up?”
He makes a pained sound and then I hear the toilet paper roll unraveling. The man is thorough as he wipes me clean. Each touch makes my clit throb needily.
We’re going to have sex soon.
And then what happens?
When we finally take it to that extreme, there will be no turning back. The obsession will become uncontrollable like a raging forest fire. Nothing will put it out.
What does that mean for our lives and the people around us?
This is unraveling fast. I don’t know how to stop it. I don’t want to stop it.