Chapter Twenty-Seven
I’m acting brave, but I’m kind of nervous.
What if he hates it? What if I hate it? Where do we go from here once we cross that line?
“Take your hoodie off,” Rowdy instructs, voice hoarse with need. “Let me see your tits.”
Desire shoots straight down my spine to my core. Okay, so maybe neither of us is going to hate this. It’s likely we’re going to enjoy it. A lot.
I pull off my hoodie and toss it aside. Scout huffs, which makes me smile. Oops. Must’ve hit him with it.
“They’re so fucking gorgeous,” Rowdy praises, both palms grabbing onto my breasts. “So tiny in my hands.” He pinches my nipples, causing me to gasp. “I love these.”
“I like when you touch me,” I murmur, words breathy. “It felt good having your tongue on me.”
He slides his hands to my back and draws me down to him.
Hot breath tickles my neck and chest as he aims his talented mouth on one of my nipples.
His teeth nip at the pebbled tip, then he sucks the small thing into his mouth.
Rowdy’s so big compared to me that his mouth easily sucks my entire breast into it.
The sensation of his wet, warm mouth sucking on all the sensitive nerves there makes me moan.
Scout huffs again and then hops off the bed. His footsteps can be heard as he goes someplace where we’re not making so much noise.
I thread my fingers through Rowdy’s thick hair, whimpering when he pops off one boob to seek out the other one.
The chill in the air kisses my wet flesh and my breast aches at having been abandoned.
Since his palms are now kneading my ass, dragging me back and forth along the length of his cock, I take matters into my own hands.
I tug at my nipple the way he’d done with his teeth.
He smacks my hand away. “Mine.”
I burst out laughing and then he grins against my breast. It reminds me of when I was a little kid. Back then, Rowdy was fun and silly and always getting into trouble. He lost that part of himself when he went to live here that first time. He came back haunted and broken.
Maybe, like me, he’s uncovering little morsels of happiness that are hiding deep beneath the pain. I like that we’re finding it together.
He flips me until I’m on my back and then he sits up. Rowdy doesn’t ask to remove my pants. My brother is no gentleman. Rather, he rips them off as though they’re highly offensive to him. I groan when his fingers roam over my panties. It’s as if he’s appreciating how they look on me.
Can he see the wet spot?
I can feel it. The arousal only he can create within me. It’s soaking my panties. I’m not even ashamed because I know he’ll like it.
He grips onto my thighs and pushes them apart. My pussy feels exposed and open despite still being covered by panties. Then, like he’s a feral animal sniffing out prey, he drags his nose along the wet spot.
“You smell fucking amazing.”
I chew on my lip. “I’m turned on. Can you see?”
He starts licking at the spot, grunting and making ravenous sounds. My body trembles and aches for him to take the stupid panties off. I want his tongue on me and inside me again. He bites at my pussy through the material and teases his tongue along the hem at the apex of my thigh.
I need more.
I grip his hair, jerking him closer. Rubbing his nose in it as though he’s an unruly puppy who got caught doing something bad.
“Rowdy,” I hiss out. “Don’t play with your food. Eat it.”
The growl he makes causes me to giggle. He’s easy to rile up. I love this about him.
Riiiip!
I gasp once I realize this man just tore apart my underwear. If you poke the beast, you’re going to get his claws.
His tongue licks at my hole and then pushes inside my pussy. I love the slippery warm intrusion of it. As he tongue-fucks me, he rubs at my clit with his thumb. Juices from both me and his mouth soak the bed beneath me. And then I feel his finger probing my now slick asshole.
“Rowdy,” I croak out, a sliver of fear cutting through me.
“I’ve had a whole cock in my ass, sweet Dez. You can handle the tip of my finger. Relax.”
It’s hard to imagine Rowdy with anyone besides me.
I don’t want to think of him with Evan. He brings me closer and closer to orgasm with his tongue inside and thumb rubbing on the outside.
Just when I think I might come, he presses his fingertip into my ass.
I cry out at the fiery burn there, clenching in response.
There are too many sensations warring at once, but pleasure steals the show, driving everything else into the background.
My orgasm seizes me like a strike of lightning and I jolt as if electrocuted.
Ripple after ripple tears through every muscle and nerve ending, gifting me a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes I never get to see. It’s so beautiful, I start to cry.
Rowdy pulls away from me and the bed shifts with movement.
I’m afraid he’s leaving me because maybe I’m reacting strangely to getting off.
The emptiness makes my chest ache. But then he’s crawling over me, kissing my pussy, then stomach, then breasts, then mouth.
I realize he’s now naked and his heavy cock rests against my belly.
We’re really going to do this.
“I’m going to get it all wet first,” he murmurs, voice thick with need, “by rubbing it against your soaked cunt. You’re so messy, sweet Dez.”
It feels good as he slides his smooth, hard length along my slit and between my pussy lips. He fondles my clit using the tip of his cock. Bursts of pleasure pulsate from the teasing. Then he slides it back down.
If I thought he would ease into me gently and full of worry about hurting me, I was mistaken.
My brother thrusts hard, driving every thick, long inch of his cock deep inside my slippery body. It stretches and bruises. I scream, but his hand quickly clamps down on my mouth, silencing me.
“Quiet,” he croons. “We can’t fuck if everyone wakes up.”
I nod, wanting his mouth instead of his hand.
As if inside my brain, he moves his hand and crashes his lips to mine.
I’m desperate for his kisses, tugging at his messy hair and digging my heels into the backs of his thighs.
He bucks into me hard and like he’s unable to control himself.
It hurts, but it’s also the most intensely wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
Whenever I whimper or cry out, he smothers it with a claiming kiss that soothes my soul.
“Your little pussy strangles my cock,” he hisses against my mouth. “I’ve never felt something so fucking amazing in all my life.” He groans so sexily, I shudder. “I’m not going to last long. Fuck.”
I love how out of control he is. It’s as though he’s an animal ravenous for red meat and I’m prancing around him soaked in blood. We both know he’s going to devour me.
“I want you to come again before I do. Can you do that?”
I shake my head, exhausted from the pleasure already experienced. “I don’t think so.”
“Let me help.”
His hand slides between us and he roughly fingers my clit.
It’s overstimulated, so his touch makes me squirm.
My brother is determined, though, and rubs his fingers over it fast and in uneven circles.
The pleasure builds inside me, towering like a massive building, and then crashes into me.
I scream out his name, only for him to suck it right off my tongue.
I’m drenched in sweat and shuddering wildly.
My pussy milks at his cock with each pulse of my orgasm.
And then he makes an animalistic sound. Like that of the wolf shifter in my audiobook right before he turns into a wolf.
Rowdy reminds me of that wolf—a ravenous, powerful beast who exists to feed and fuck.
His cock starts throbbing inside me, such a strange sensation, and then heat rushes inside of me.
I like how he keeps grinding against me as if he’s trying to fill me with every drop.
When his cock finally stops twitching, he collapses on my spent body. Rowdy is huge and heavy and crushing my lungs, but I relish having him still deep inside me like this. I love how he pins me to his bed like I might try to get away.
I stroke my fingers over his massive, sculpted shoulders, memorizing every inch of him. Rowdy is hot. He has to be. Even though I can’t see him, I just know it. Based on the way he feels and how he smells and how other people like Evan can’t get over him, I know he’s a catch.
Mine.
“Am I supposed to pee now?” I ask, grinning. “The UTI stuff? I researched that, by the way.”
“Let me sit here a minute and catch my breath.” His cock slowly starts to swell again inside me. “Plus, if I get up right now, you’re going to get my bed even messier.”
A sudden, alarming thought enters my mind and I blurt it out before I can stop it. “I could get pregnant.”
As soon as I say the words, a ball of emotion chokes my throat.
Rowdy sits up and then starts peppering kisses on my face. Slowly, he slides out of me and then back into me. With each gentle thrust, his cum leaks out of me.
“Rowdy,” I rasp out. “Did you hear me?”
“All I heard was how you could be forever mine. I’m trying to figure out how to make that happen.”
I grow dizzy with thoughts of me and Rowdy together. Always. Babies everywhere.
Pulling his head close to mine, I kiss him deeply.
This chaotic storm we found ourselves is strengthening with every passing second.
I know there are consequences and reasons why being with him is a bad idea, but I can’t seem to latch onto any of those right now.
All I can think of are the good things. He makes me happy.
Rowdy comes again. I don’t, but I don’t even care. Having him inside me like this is my favorite thing in the world.
We both must drift off to sleep for a bit because I wake to Rowdy easing his cock out of my body.
He returns with a warm, wet washcloth, and sets to cleaning me up between my thighs.
Once clean, he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom.
Just like at Talia’s apartment, he rubs on my thighs as if to coax my pee out and then cleans me off after.
“Did you see this sort of thing on the internet?” I ask with a big yawn.
“No.”
“So it’s just some weird thing we like to do together?”
“Guess so.”
“I think I’d like for you to bathe me too in the shower. Would you do that?”
He pulls me to him and squeezes my bare ass cheeks. “Of course. I’ll do anything that makes you happy, sweet Dez. Fucking anything.”
I’ve always felt loved by my family, but not like this.
Rowdy loves me so fiercely it consumes my entire being.
The RV shower is cramped and small, but I fantasize about sneaking him in the shower at the cabin. Maybe I can get everyone away one day so he and I can take our time.
“I don’t want to leave,” I murmur, clinging to his muscular chest. “I want to sleep with you all night.”
He kisses my head. “I want that too, but we know they won’t allow it.”
They being Uncle Atticus and Aunt Eve.
“It’s not fair that I’m finally happy, what everyone wants for me, and I can’t have it.”
He carries me back to his bed and lies down with me. I shiver when he kisses my scarring wrist.
“I’m going to figure that out for us,” Rowdy vows. “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll think of something.”
I believe him.
“I guess I should go back now,” I grumble, unhappy about doing just that.
Rowdy yanks me into his arms and locks me in a hug. “Not yet. I’m not done loving you.”
I melt in his arms. And then, again, later under the ministrations of his tongue.