Chapter 5 #2
I clutch at her shirt, needing something to hold onto as she pushes against me.
Everything happens so quickly, you know?
She inhales me; I exhale her. Our breaths are becoming one with every passing second, and it’s all I can do to hold myself to her, savoring the moment.
There will come a day when I need something to draw me away from the crazy anxieties of life.
I’ll think of this moment. Here, in the Halls’ downstairs bathroom, which I’ve used almost every weekend since I was a little kid.
Every inch of me feels so alive that it’s like the child in me has never really left. This is a fantasy from that time.
Only I didn’t know it back then. I didn’t realize that the torch I held was for Wren, not her brother.
This whole time…
“Look at you,” she whispers, pulling back just enough to gaze into my half-closed eyes. “Shaking like you’ve never been touched.”
I start to speak, but she hushes me with her thumb against my mouth. “No,” I say against her warm skin. “I need to say it.”
She lowers her thumb, giving me a second.
“I’ve never been touched before… by a woman, anyway.”
It’s like I invited her to grab me and push herself against my entire torso—and I love it. God, do I love it! Like a Christmas present to be unwrapped right here! “Happy Holidays to us, huh?” she says.
The bathroom constricts with every minute that passes, the air heavy with the scent of her skin and the potpourri on the counter behind me. My blood rushes to every part of me she touches. I’m alive.
Outside, a chair scrapes. Voices drift closer.
Her mouth curls against my ear. “Let them wonder,” she whispers.
Then? A knock. Sharp. Angry.
“Edie? You okay in there?”
Nick! I freeze, my body taut against his sister’s, who doesn’t move. Her voice stays low when she says, “He’ll go away.”
Another knock, louder this time. “You’ve been in there a while.”
“I’m fine,” I manage, though the word quakes around me.
“Is she in there with you?”
Wren leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Tell him,” she murmurs.
I shake my head, barely breathing.
Her mouth finds my throat again, and the sound I make gives me away.
From the other side of the door, Nick’s voice breaks into a shout. “Unbelievable!”
Wren pulls back, meeting my eyes. Her look challenges me to doubt this is happening. “Then let him believe it.”
She lifts me onto the counter in one smooth motion, pushing my dress up to my waist. “Hold it up,” she commands, and I obey, gathering the red fabric as if there is no other option.
Wren pushes my lingerie aside rather than removing them, her fingers testing my readiness.
Meanwhile, I’m absolutely agog that this is happening.
Here. In the bathroom. While her family is right over there, none the wiser!
“So wet for me.” Her voice brings me back here. “Been thinking about yesterday?”
“All day…” I gasp
“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear, angel.”
Wren lifts her button-down shirt without touching the buttons.
Oh, my God, is what I want to say, but the words won’t leave my throat.
I’m staring at a woman with a simple black bra but not much else.
Honestly, the bra blows my mind! I was expecting her to either be totally bare beneath her shirt or wear a clingy sports bra that hides her away from the world.
Not… a hint of cleavage. Feminine curves to her chest, although the rest of her torso is smooth and muscular.
Like, you know, someone who works out then spends the rest of her day doing some manual labor in a garage.
This is the first time I'm seeing her like this, and my mouth goes dry. But it's the tattoo that makes me gasp—a dragon that starts at her hip bone and disappears into her pants, hiding from the world, but not ashamed.
“Like what you see?” she asks, hand on her stomach as she pushes up her shoulders.
I trace the dragon's head where it peaks above her waistband. “How far does this go?”
“I'll show you later. Right now...” She touches my exposed mound, sending my head back against the bathroom mirror as my legs continue to spread like this is something you totally do in the bathroom. “You want this, right?”
“Yes, but—” I bite my lip, eager for her to enter my body but not doing a damn thing to make it happen. “We really can’t go back if you finger me in here.”
“Does that bother you?”
She almost sounds disappointed, so I shake my head. “Maybe I didn’t think it would happen like this, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since yesterday.” I wrap my arms around hers. “Please. Take me.”
“Thank fuck.” Her voice cracks with need. For me! “Because I can't bear the thought of not feeling you. Really feeling you. I’ve wanted to be inside you since I saw you in the tree lot.”
“You’re serious?”
“Does that bother you, angel?”
No matter how many times she asks, my answer is the same. “No. I love it.”
Wren’s eyes blaze with possession. “Good. Now, if I may have the honors…” She presses her fingers inside, and we both groan at the sensation. “Tell me to stop if you need to.”
“Don’t you dare.”
She slides her fingers in with one smooth thrust, and we both have to muffle our groans. My God! That’s what I want to scream as my eyes roll back and my body attempts to sag against the counter, legs hanging loosely up in the air, but Wren’s arm keeps me in place.
“Fuck,” she breathes against my neck. “You feel incredible. So damn wet for me.”
Someone knocks on the door again. I am so ignoring them.
Wren’s eyes meet mine as they suddenly widen. She pulls almost all the way out, then thrusts back in, hard, making me bite my lip again to keep from crying out.
“I’m fine!” I attempt to bellow with my most normal voice. Is it working?
“You've been in there a while!” This time, it’s Heather.
Hot damn! Of all the people! I’d rather take Nick right now!
Not… my lover’s mother! “Are you sure you’re okay?
Your mother is starting to worry. She wants to know if you need a tampon or something.
”That’s it. I’m going to die. “Just a minute! Nothing needed here!” My voice breaks on the last word as Wren resumes fucking me, as if she doesn’t hear her mother’s voice at all!
I bet she doesn’t! She’s totally locked in on me!
“Wren is in there with her!” Nick bellows.
“Oh, good,” Heather says. “So, everything’s fine. Wren’s a good kid! She’ll help Edie with whatever she needs.”
The pleasure is hitting me like Wren hits me deep inside. Her lips maul my throat as I scrape the top of my head against the mirror. I close my eyes, desperately wishing we were in bed so I can take off the rest of these clothes!
“You’re in there, right, Wren? I know you are!”
“Then why are you asking?” Wren rips her mouth off my throat to bark back. I’m too enthralled with passion to be embarrassed. Save it for later, Edie.
A fist hits the door. If Wren is startled at all, it only makes her hand jerk against my pussy, and there I go, half-orgasming while sibling rivalry rears its ugly head.
“You bitch!” my super-composed ex-boyfriend screeches.
“Go back to dinner, Nick,” Wren says, her voice steady even as she continues to finger me. “Your ex is busy with her Christmas present!”
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Do whatever you want, asshole,” Wren snaps. “Not stopping until she's satisfied… with her present.”
The crude promise makes me clench around her fingers.
Wren increases her pace, each thrust deliberate and deep.
Her bra has ridden up, revealing more of that dragon tattoo that winds around her torso and cups beneath her breasts.
I can’t take my eyes off it. The scales ripple every time she moves her arm.
“Feel that?” she growls in my ear. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you take me?”
“Yes!”
“This is what you needed, Edie, that you couldn’t get anywhere else.” She nips at my throat. “No one has made you feel like this before. Merry holidays and happy Christmas.”
My nails dig into her shoulders as I gasp.
“Look at yourself,” Wren tells me, turning my face toward the mirror. “Look how beautiful you are when I fuck you.”
I barely recognize myself—hair messed, lipstick smearing, eyes wild with pleasure and the need for more.
Beside me, Wren is the conquering warrior, her expression fierce as she claims me as hers with nothing but her right hand.
The same hand that deftly changed her own destiny when her family tried to make her something she’s not.
“This is what the world never saw,” she whispers, her thrusts more intense as I whine in pleasure. “So fucking wild. So perfect. Their loss, my gain.”
The combination of Wren’s thumb on my clit, her fingers hitting deep, and the sheer savagery of the situation pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my inner walls clenching around her as pleasure takes me higher than any drug has made me in my life.
Maybe this is the only drug I need. Specifically, this woman destroying every sense of self I’ve ever had. In the best way. In the life-affirming way.
“That's it, angel,” she rasps against my skin as I cling to her and moan. “Come for me.”
Wren doesn’t stop. Her fingers curl inside me, pressing against a spot that sends aftershocks radiating through my entire body. Her thumb is a relentless pressure on my clit, dragging out the orgasm until I’m a boneless, trembling mess draped over the sink.
“So perfect,” she murmurs, watching me in the mirror.
A raw, primal satisfaction glows in her eyes, a fierce possessiveness that sends another fresh wave of heat through my already oversensitive core.
She isn’t just watching me come undone—she’s drinking it in, absorbing my pleasure as her own.
Her own breathing is ragged now, her hips pressing forward against my thigh in a motion that tells me she loved every moment of that.
“Shit,” she pants against my skin. “Never felt anything like that.”
“Me neither.”
We stay frozen for a moment, her fingers still inside me, both of us breathing hard. I don’t want her to move.
“No regrets?” she asks, pulling back to look at me.
I think I’ll be a gurgling mess when I respond, but my voice is firm with resolve. “No.”
She kisses me softly, then carefully pulls out her fingers. We both watch in the mirror as she fixes my underwear back in place and takes a moment to wash her hands right beside me.
“You’ll be thinking about me all dinner,” she promises. “Want you to sit there knowing that I did that to you while we eat dessert with my family.”
“You’re a filthy brat,” I tease.
“It’s hot.” She pulls her shirt over her head. That dragon tattoo disappears back under her waistband, and I make a mental note to explore it properly later.
We attempt to make ourselves presentable, though anyone looking will know exactly what happened. When Wren unlocks the door, Nick is leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed, face red with fury.
“You're both disgusting. Like… heathens.”
“We're both adults,” Wren counters, taking my hand. “Deal with it, Salem.”
We walk back to the dining room hand in hand. Everyone stares—some shocked, some disappointed, some trying not to laugh.
“Sit!” Heather snaps. "We're going to finish dinner like civilized people.”
The rest of the meal is excruciating and thrilling in equal measure. I can feel Wren’s touch all over me, making me hyperaware of my body. Her hand stays on my thigh, possessive.
“We're leaving after dessert,” my mother stops to hiss at me when Heather gets the pie.
“That's fine,” I say. “I have plans after, anyway.”
“Plans?” Nick spits from across the table. “Let me guess—going to her place?”
“Yes.”
“You're making a mistake,” Nick says. “She'll get bored with you. She always does.”
“The only mistake was wasting a year with someone who wanted to change me,” I reply. “Maybe Wren wants me exactly as I am.”
“Wren wants what I had,” Nick counters. “That’s how she is!”
“No,” Wren dissents. “I want what you were too stupid to keep. There’s a difference.”
After the longest dessert of my life, during which Nick makes a snide comment about me, “really enjoying that pie, careful with your figure,” which makes Wren’s hand tighten dangerously on my thigh, my mother stands abruptly.
“We should all be going,” she says pointedly, looking at me.
I get my coat, Wren helping me into it, her hands lingering on my shoulders. She walks me to the door while my parents gather their things, not caring about the Halls’ stares.
“My place in an hour?” she murmurs, pulling me close.
“Yes.”
She kisses me right there in front of everyone. Bless.
“Edie!” my mother scolds.
“Let her go, Mrs. Montgomery," Wren says, her eyes never leaving mine. “She knows what she wants.”
I head to my car, knowing that everyone watches from the windows. Wren stands in the doorway, looking mighty chuffed with herself. Nick appears behind her, fury radiating from every line of his body.
Wren’s touch continues to mark me even though we’re not several yards away from each other. The good girl everyone expected me to be just fucked my ex's sister in their parents’ bathroom during Christmas dinner.
And in an hour, I’m letting her do it again!