Epilogue
RYKER
TWO MONTHS LATER
I rode Harley with desperate abandon, gripping my childhood bedroom headboard so hard my knuckles turned white.
Each thrust hit places inside me that threatened to trigger noises that would require family therapy for everyone involved.
If my sister heard us, I’d have to fake my own death and start a new life under an assumed identity in another country.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Harley murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he guided my movements. “Look at you, taking me so well. You were made for my cock.”
Harley’s dirty talk bypassed my brain entirely and reprogrammed my body into the world’s most enthusiastic cock socket. Even though it had only been three months, my body had already decided its primary function in life was to be filled with his dick.
“Careful, if you bite your lip any harder, you’ll bleed,” he teased. “It’s so arousing watching you try to hold back.”
Before I could react, he thrust up hard, hitting that perfect spot that made my last two working brain cells throw their hands up and announce an immediate fifteen-minute break from all rational thought. I slapped my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry.
“Shut up,” I hissed, glancing nervously at the door. “Sawyer and Gia will hear us.”
“Then you should probably stay quiet when I do this.” He shifted beneath me, changing his angle to hit that sweet spot dead-on with his next thrust.
I gasped louder than intended, my thighs trembling as I fought to maintain control. “You’re such an asshole.”
“An asshole you can’t get enough of,” he countered, his hands roaming my body with practiced ease. He pinched my nipples as I rode him.
I whimpered at the dual sensations.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to shoot my load inside you,” Harley continued.
The friction of him moving inside me, skin to skin, was a level of trust I’d never had before. It was a silent promise we’d made after agreeing to be only each other’s. No barriers, just all of Harley. It was an intimacy that still left me breathless every single time.
“I love feeling you like this,” he continued, “with nothing between us.”
Words failed me spectacularly as my ability to think temporarily vacated the premises to make room for more pleasure. The bed chose violence, announcing our activities to the entire neighborhood with a rhythmic squeak that might as well have been a bullhorn strapped to a megaphone.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Harley warned, his movements becoming more urgent beneath me. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me with increasing desperation. “I’m about to come inside you, Ryker.”
A possessive growl nearly ripped from my throat. Love, intimacy, and lust all tangled together. The thought of him filling me, marking me from the inside, pushed me closer to the edge.
With a sudden movement, Harley pulled me flush against him, burying himself deep as he came with a low, rumbling groan. I felt every pulse as he came, the primal satisfaction making my right hand's lifetime achievement award look like a participation trophy by comparison.
The hot pulse of Harley’s release was something I’d become addicted to. It was the final push I needed. Harley wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me through my climax as I forgot to smother my moan of pleasure, which escaped louder than I’d intended.
His voice was thick with satisfaction. “That’s it. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”
I froze in mortification when someone pounded the door like an FBI raid was one battering ram away from busting through.
“Hey, horndogs!” Sawyer called out. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you’re waking the neighbors three houses down, not to mention the dead.”
I buried my face in Harley’s shoulder, wanting to disappear into the mattress. The universe could have swallowed me whole, and I’d thank it.
Harley, still buried in my ass and unbothered by the interruption, chuckled. “Sorry, Sawyer! Your brother just can’t help himself around me. He gets a little loud when I hit the right spot.”
“Shut up!” I hissed against his skin, pinching his side hard.
“What?” His grin was unrepentant. “It’s true.”
Her voice dripped with sisterly annoyance. “Well, keep the moans down or take it to a hotel next time.”
“Sorry, I’ll buy you noise-canceling headphones for your birthday,” Harley replied.
A strangled noise that was half laugh, half groan of pure mortification escaped my lips.
“Make sure they’re top-of-the-line!” Sawyer’s voice faded as her footsteps retreated.
Once I was sure she was gone, I smacked Harley’s chest. “I hate you so much right now.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied, kissing the tip of my nose. “You love me.”
I couldn’t argue with that, even if I wanted to. With a wince, I lifted off him, a small whimper escaping as I felt his release begin to leak from me. A hot blush crept up my neck at the messy, undeniable evidence that he’d just been inside me.
Before I could move to clean up, Harley reversed our positions with surprising speed, pinning me to the bed. His voice dropped an octave lower. “It’s so fucking sexy watching my cum leaking out of you,” he murmured, using his fingers to force more out. “I never get tired of seeing you like this.”
“Sticky and gross?”
“Like you’re mine.”
I tried to be annoyed my sister had caught us, but satisfaction surged through me. Something about the way he looked at me, as if I was the most desirable person he’d ever seen, made my heart race and my body respond despite my exhaustion.
“Harley,” I protested as he continued fingering me, pressing against my prostate with practiced ease. I squirmed beneath him as my cock twitched, attempting to rally for round two.
He leaned down to kiss my neck. “So fucking perfect. Your body’s still hungry for me, isn’t it? Wanting more, even after I filled you up.”
“We can’t,” I gasped, my hips betraying me by rocking against his hand. “Sawyer will—”
“I’m not stopping until you come a second time,” Harley declared, his free hand wrapping around my hardening cock. “I want to see you fall apart again.”
True to his word, he was merciless as I begged for relief, alternating between stroking my cock and teasing my prostate until I was a writhing mess beneath him.
“Please, Harley,” I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he insisted, curling his fingers. “Come for me, Ryker. One more time.”
When my second orgasm slammed into me, my dick enthusiastically recreated what felt like a Jackson Pollock painting’s worth of cum on my stomach.
I arched off the bed, making a sound that probably violated the county noise ordinances.
Harley worked me through it with gentle encouragement, like a suspiciously attractive Sherpa guide who had somehow led me to the summit of Mount Holy-Fucking-Shit.
Before I could catch my breath, he leaned down and began licking me clean. His tongue traced patterns through the mess on my stomach as he continued teasing my oversensitive hole.
“Mercy,” I begged, my voice breaking as he pushed me to the edge of overstimulation. “Harley, please. You’re going to kill me. My heart can’t take it.”
“But what a good way to go.” He took pity on me by withdrawing his fingers. “Fine, I suppose I can spare you. For now.”
He flopped down beside me, propping himself up on an elbow to admire his handiwork. His eyes traced over me with obvious appreciation.
“I know I should clean you up,” he said, trailing a finger through the mixture of our releases on my thighs, “but I love seeing you all messy and thoroughly fucked.”
“You’re such a caveman,” I muttered, but I couldn’t help smiling at him.
“Your caveman. Don’t pretend you don’t love it when I get all possessive.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t deny it. “You’re like a dog trying to mark your territory.”
“Should I pee on you to drive the point home?”
I shoved at his shoulder, laughing despite myself. “You’re disgusting.”
“Yet you let me do such filthy things to you,” he pointed out, looking pleased with himself.
“A decision I’m currently reconsidering.”
Harley snorted. “No, you’re not. You love my dirty mind almost as much as you love my naughty mouth.”
“Your ego is out of control,” I said, trying to sound stern but failing.
“It’s not ego if it’s true.” He traced patterns on my chest, his touch gentle now. “Besides, you knew what you were getting into when you finally admitted you wanted me. And now look at you, letting me fill you up with my cum like you were never straight.”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
“Nope.” He popped the P sound, grinning widely. “It’s too much fun reminding you how wrong you were.”
“I officially hate you.”
“You love me,” he countered, pulling my hands away from my face to kiss me. “And I love you, even when you’re being a grumpy biscuit.”
The nickname made me laugh. “Stop, only Mom gets to call me that.”
“It suits you, you know. Sweet on the inside, a little crusty on the outside.”
“And whose fault is it I’m crusty on the outside right now?” I scowled. “I swear I’m going to smother you with a pillow.”
Harley’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Kinky. I’m down for trying breath play if you are.”
I shoved at him again. “You’re the worst.”
“Don’t forget, I’m also handsome, not to mention impossibly good in bed,” he corrected, pulling me closer despite my half-hearted protests.
“And impossibly modest,” I added dryly.
“That, too.”
I settled against him, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine despite the mess we’d made. We’d need to clean up soon, but I was content to bask in the afterglow with him. “She’s right. We should stay in a hotel next time we visit my family.”
“Aw, where’s the fun in that?” Harley teased. “Scarring your sister for life is half the fun.”
“At least she didn’t barge into my room without knocking like last time.”
Harley laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest against my ear. “Silver linings.”
I traced my fingers along his collarbone, marveling at how natural it felt to be with him. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I ask myself that every day. Though I think I’m the lucky one.”
“We can both be lucky,” I suggested, looking up at him.
His smile was gentle, a far cry from his usual cocky grin. “Deal.”