Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
WREN
The minute I stepped foot inside my townhouse, I knew something was wrong.
Nothing looked out of place, not that I could immediately tell. Nothing seemed broken. The place wasn't on fire. None of the windows were open.
I placed my bag down beside the door and moved through slowly. The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Goosebumps broke out on my skin.
If this was a horror movie, I'd call out, asking who was there. Since the characters who did that tended to end up dead first, I kept my mouth shut.
In the junk drawer in my kitchen—yes, I also have one—I keep a gun. If I could get to it before whoever was here got to me…
Movement flashed in the corner of my eye. I started to whip around.
I was grabbed from behind and shoved face first against the wall. I squeaked in surprise and fear.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bray growled.
I was almost relieved it was him. Almost. I was still pinned. To. The. Fucking. Wall.
"What the hell are you doing?" I growled back. I shoved, trying to push him off me. "How did you get in here?"
"I swiped Dad's key." The asshole was like an immovable wall himself." Answer the question. What are you doing with Lex and Tiger?"
"That's what you're on about?" I scoffed. "It turns out, it's none of your business."
"My stepsister is my business," he said. His hot breath swiped past my ear.
I snorted. "Since when?"
"Since you started messing around with my teammate and my coach." His grip on my right arm was almost bruising. "I can't turn around without falling over you."
"Not my fault if you're clumsy." That wasn’t what he meant. I didn’t care.
He was being an even bigger asshole than usual.
Part of me was scared, but the other, less rational part, was turned on.
Stupid pussy that didn't know not to be aroused by Bray.
Sometimes I wondered who was in charge here. Her or me.
Still, I hadn't ruled out going for my gun. Not completely. If he gave me a reason, I'd use it. Even if it meant breaking Dad and Jenny's hearts. For their sakes, I hoped he didn't force me into that.
"Has anyone told you, you have a smart fucking mouth?" His lips lightly touched my ear. Either that was a gun in his pants or something else was poking into my hip.
"As a matter of fact, they have." My mind skipped back to kneeling on the gravel by the side of the road, Tiger's cock down my throat.
Provoking him was fun and his response was more than worth it. If I wanted Tiger to stop, he would have stopped immediately. Letting him take control like that was liberating. I'd never been dominated like that before. I liked it.
"That figures. You're a pain in the ass. Why would you only be a pain in mine?"
"I wouldn't want you to feel special," I told him. "You might start to think I care."
"I'm not that stupid," he snapped.
"Says you," I retorted. "Get the fuck off me." I pushed back again.
"What? You're not enjoying our little conversation?" He pressed his body against me.
That was definitely his cock. Pinning me to the wall like this was making him hard.
Unfortunately, it was doing things to me too. Almost making him want to touch me. To taste his mouth on mine.
I must be getting low on oxygen or something.
"Is that what you call it?" I replied. "A little conversation. I think I can feel something little, but it's so small I can't tell."
He chuckled, deep in the back of his throat, sending a surge of heat coursing through me.
"There's nothing little about any part of me, stepsister dear." He ground himself against my hip.
My traitorous pussy pulsed like crazy in response.
"You would say that, wouldn't you?" I taunted. "You probably think a toothpick is big. Then again, compared to your cock, they probably are."
He stepped back, spun me around and pressed me against the wall again, this time facing him.
His dark brown eyes blazed with anger and something else. Pure, carnal need.
He slammed his mouth down onto mine. At the same time, he gripped the front of my blouse and tore it apart so the buttons popped off and went flying.
Without thinking, I was kissing him back and grabbing his shirt to haul it over his head. The harder our lips and tongues ground on each other, the more I needed him to fuck me. Right. Now.
He barely took the time to unhook my bra before yanking it down my arms and dumping it on the floor. His jeans and my skirt were next. Followed by him tearing my panties in two.
My breath was ragged, crazy, desperate. If he wasn’t inside me soon, I was going to explode.
Or implode. Or whatever. The need was too much to ignore or express coherently.
This was about blind, animal lust. The need to touch and be touched.
To fuck and be fucked. All rational thought went right out the door.
If rational thought and I were ever acquainted when it came to him.
He cupped my ass and picked me up. Pressing my back against the wall, he wrapped my legs around his waist. He positioned my pussy carefully, looked me right in the eyes and pulled me straight onto his cock.
I cried out in surprise and pleasure as he drove himself all the way to his balls with one thrust.
He grunted and went still, his eyes closed. "Fuck, Wren…" Holding me in place, he drove into me, over and over, completely merciless, violent. Perfect.
I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance.
With every thrust, he grazed my back against the wall.
It was uncomfortable, painful, but it added to the whole experience, driving me even wilder.
Nothing about this was soft and gentle or slow and sweet and I was loving every minute of it.
I could have stayed like that for hours, letting him drive himself into me.
Holding him fast with my feet hooked around each other, my heels pressed against his ass.
I didn't want it to be over too soon, but his relentless pounding forced me to come. I couldn't have stopped it any more than if I was standing in front of a runaway train. I shattered right there against the wall, coming apart completely in a rush of hot, messy pleasure that lasted and lasted.
I dropped my head back and screamed out his name. I came so hard I'd probably feel it in the next lifetime or two.
He grunted and drove in harder and harder until he let out a shout and came inside my body. He pumped and ground, groaned and panted until letting out a long breath and sagging forward.
"Fuck," he whispered. "That was…” He panted for a while longer. “Told you my cock was bigger than a toothpick."
I couldn't help myself, I started to laugh. "Yes, I suppose it is."
My stepbrother's cock was still buried deep inside my pussy. Braylon fucking Ellis, the asshole I'd hated for a long time. The guy who just made me come so hard I could have touched another universe.
"Just a little bit," I added. Wouldn’t want him getting a big head. He might start to think I liked him or something.
Bray drew his head back and narrowed his eyes at me. "I'll give you ‘just a little bit.’" He thrust a couple of times before pulling out of me.
"Does this mean you don't hate me?" I asked as he lowered me to the floor. He was gentle this time, as though worried that if he dropped me I might break.
"I still hate you," he said. He pressed his hard, muscular body against mine, pinning me to the wall again. "But I've realised something. I’m not going to stop fucking you. Your tight little pussy is made for my cock."
He pressed a hand to my stomach and slid his thumb back and forth across the top of my seam. Slowly, as though memorising every centimetre of me. As though trying to leave some sort of permanent mark.
I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows. "Is that so?"
My pussy had enjoyed his cock, but reality was coming back into focus.
He was my stepbrother and I was involved with two other guys. What the hell was I thinking, letting him fuck me?
Oh, right. I wasn't thinking. I wanted him. If I was honest with myself, I'd wanted him for a long time. Between me being his stepsister, and our animosity toward each other, we'd held back. But now? Everything was different.
When I looked at him it was like I hadn't really seen him before. He was still as smug and hot, but fucking changed our relationship. It blurred every line we'd drawn in the sand. Shattered a butt load of inhibitions too. But then, it also created a bunch of complications.
He hooked a hand around the back of my neck. "Yeah, that's so." He was already growing hard again, and my pussy was still throbbing and eager.
"Lex and Tiger—" I started to say.
I was going to have to tell them about this. I wasn't going to go behind either of their backs. I had their blessing, but I needed to tell them Bray and I fucked. I needed to know they meant it when they said they were willing to share. I had to be certain that extended to Bray.
Bray interrupted. "I don't care if you fuck with them too. Now I've had another taste of your pussy, I need more." He pinched one of my nipples with his other hand. "I've been wanting to do this for too long. Now we have, there's no going back. You want this as much as I do, I see it in your eyes."
His eyes were dark, his tone firm, his mind made up.
I knew what he was like. Once he'd decided on something, there was no budging him. He was a stubborn prick. Of course, he had to be to play at the level he did. But this, this was something different.
I'd never seen him look at a puck bunny the way he was looking at me. The absolute need to possess me.
I hadn't realised it until now, but he'd been looking at me like that for a long time. I hadn't wanted to see it until now. Hadn't wanted to want him back.
"Even though we hate each other," I said. The way he was rubbing his thumb around and over my nipple was driving me wild.
"In spite of that. Maybe because of it. I don't know and I don't give a shit. I want you." He pinched my nipple again.
"I must be losing my mind, because I want you too," I said. The moment he tore up my blouse, I was done for.
That was going to go straight to his head, wasn't it? Both of them. To hell with it. If Lex and Tiger didn't mind one more, why shouldn't we go at it like we wanted to?
Later, I'd worry about what my father and stepmother would say.