Chapter Nine
Dawson
Ava is hard at work, trying to get herself fucked on her island, and I'm two seconds from giving the little minx exactly what she wants.
"Mm," she moans, licking frosting off her fingers, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That's so good."
Yeah, fuck dinner. I'd rather eat her.
I turn off the burner, moving the saucepan to the side, and stalk toward her, my dick so hard it hurts.
"What are you doing?"
"Coming to get a taste."
She scoops her finger into the frosting container and then holds it out to me. But that's not what I want.
"Lay back," I grunt, planting my hands on her hips.
She stares at me for a moment, her eyes darkening, and then she wriggles, shifting until she's flat on her back on the cool marble. I lift her hips, yanking her pants and panties down her legs.
"W-what are you doing?" she asks, her voice that breathless tone that tells me she isn't objecting.
"Getting a taste." I grab the hand covered in frosting, guiding it to her pussy.
She gasps, her hips arching when I wipe her frosting-covered fingers across her puffy lips. Her legs fall open wider in invitation.
"T-this isn't sanitary, Dawson," she mumbles.
"Don't give a fuck, Ava," I growl, making sure every little bit of frosting is painted across her skin. "You've been over here fucking with me for the past ten minutes. Now, you get to pay for it."
"I wasn—"
I arch a brow, silencing her lie before she can finish telling it.
"Fine," she mutters. "Maybe I was."
I grin, leaning down to kiss her lips. She tastes like chocolate and sin. "You better hold on, sweetness," I murmur against her lips before pulling back.
"Why?"
I answer by yanking her hips up and burying my face between her thighs. She's at an angle on the island, the upper half of her body the only thing making contact. I'm in control of the rest of her.
"Oh!" she cries out.
I growl against her pussy, licking the chocolate from her skin. It's sweet, but she's sweeter. The combination of the frosting and her juices drives me fucking wild. I lick and suck and bite, devouring her like the goddamn treat she is.
When I shove my tongue inside her tight little hole, fucking her with it, she shouts my name, coming all over my face. I don't let up, not until she gives me another one.
I leave her wrecked on the island, her skin flushed pink, her tits heaving in her pretty little top, her hair plastered to her face. She's gorgeous beneath me, all mewls and soft little puffs of air, her big blue eyes wide and dazed.
"We're going to need more frosting," she whispers. "A whole lot more frosting."
Jesus.
I lean down, kissing the shit out of her because I have to.
Because I can. Because she's mine. And because spending all damn day at the stadium today was torture.
Now that I've had her, I don't know how I'm supposed to keep hiding how I feel about her.
I'll find a way to do it because it's what she needs from me, but it's going to kill me. I already know it will.
I need the world to know this girl is mine. I don't give a fuck what they think. Yeah, I'm her stepbrother. And I spent last night nine deep, trying to fuck my kid into her. Sue me.
"You're a dangerous woman," I mutter against her lips. "Now, behave so I can feed you something more than cock and orgasms."
"Do I get those after?"
"If you behave," I say, grinning.
She pretends to think about it and then sighs dramatically. "Fine. I guess I'll behave."
I kiss her again, not letting up until we're both breathless.
"Hey, Dawson?" she says when I'm halfway back to the stove. "I love you."
I freeze…just fucking freeze. I'm not even sure my heart is beating.
"I told my mom about us today."
I'm still frozen, blood roaring in my ears. Did she just say—? She did, didn't she?
Jesus. Fuck me.
She's in love with me.
I spin around to face her.
She's sitting up, her eyes locked on me, nervousness painted all over her. "I don't want to hide, not if it means this is all we ever have." She glances down at the island, fidgeting like she always does when she's nervous. "I want…dreams," she whispers. "I want everything."
"Fuck." I don't think. I don't breathe. I just move, crossing the kitchen in a single stride. My mouth crashes down on hers like I can pour everything I feel right now into her through sheer force.
"You want everything, baby?" I ask, my voice shaking.
She nods, her throat working as she swallows. "Yes."
"You're sure?"
She doesn't hesitate. "I'm not afraid of what anyone has to say, Dawson. Not anymore."
I swallow, trying to keep my hands from shaking as I cup her jaw, brushing her hair back from her face. "You have no idea what you do to me, Ava."
She grins, her hands fisting in my shirt. "You have no idea what you do to me, either. I love you."
I can't hold back, not when she's giving me the entire world.
I crowd her, grinding my cock between her legs, my lips everywhere at once.
I can't get close enough.
Her hands slide beneath my shirt, her nails scraping down my back.
I hiss, rocking my hips into her, and she gasps, biting down on my lip. "Dawson," she whimpers, "please."
"I've got you," I promise, already yanking my shirt off over my head.
She claws at my belt, trembling as she works it free enough to shove my jeans down.
I line up at her entrance, angling her hips so I can fit inside her. She's so fucking hot and wet, already mewling and begging for my cock.
"Look at me," I growl, grabbing her chin so she can't look away. "I want to see how fucking beautiful you are when you take me."
She moans, arching into me, her eyes wild.
I drive into her, hard and deep, both of us groaning. The kitchen echoes with the slap of skin and the wet sound of her pussy swallowing me.
I fuck her like I want to own every moan and shudder because I do. I want everything she has, every minute of the fucking day. This beautiful little minx is mine, all mine.
She matches me thrust for thrust, her heels digging into my ass, her nails leaving hot trails across my skin.
I reach between us, rubbing her clit, desperate to get her there right now.
She comes so hard she screams, her body clamping down on me until I can't breathe through the pleasure.
"Ava!" I roar, my release crashing through me like a goddamn tidal wave. It's so good. So fucking good.
I slump against her, both of us panting, her arms tight around my neck.
"I love you."
She melts against me with the sweetest sigh, like she's been waiting a lifetime to hear me say those words. So I say them again.
"I love you."
"Dawson," she whimpers, burrowing into me.
I hold her, just breathing her in, thanking God for whatever happened today to get her to this point.
"Did you mean it?" I ask, my voice shaking.
She pulls back, her eyes locking with mine. "Yes. I don't care what anyone thinks, Dawson. I want this. I want you."
Jesus.
Jesus.
"Marry me."
"Yes." There's no hesitation, no doubt, not even a split second of worry crosses her face. Her answer is immediate and sure.
I swoop, kissing her breathless all over again. I can't stop kissing her. I can't stop shaking either.
"Jesus, Ava," I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers. "You really know how to give a man the world, you know that?"
"You know what I did last weekend?"
"What?"
"I got wine drunk and spent the night plucking petals from a flower, hoping it'd tell me that you loved me," she says with an embarrassed little laugh. "I wanted you more than anything. And I was so sad when the petals told me you didn't feel the same way I did."
"The petals lied, baby. I've been in love with you since the day our parents introduced us."
She sighs happily, hugging me like she's thanking me or something. As if she needs to do that. Loving her is the easiest thing I've ever done.
"You're really going to marry me?" I ask…just to make sure I'm not dreaming.
"Yes." She cranes her head back, meeting my gaze. "I think I should quit my job, though."
"What? Why? You love teaching."
"I do," she whispers, "but I don't want all of the parents causing problems or saying stuff once we're married."
"You think they'll judge you?" I ask, examining her face.
"I think parents aren't always rational when it comes to their kids, and I don't want that to impact your reputation with your fanbase, Dawson," she says, worry in her gaze. "Those kids idolize you. I don't want to be the reason they stop."
"Hell no," I growl immediately. "You aren't giving up a goddamn thing because of me, Ava. I'll sign as many autographs, give as many speeches, and do as much free publicity for your school as I have to do to keep them happy, but you aren't leaving a job you love to be with me."
Hell will freeze over before I allow that to happen. I've spent the last year keeping my distance to ensure she never felt like she had to sacrifice anything for me. I won't allow her to sacrifice a single thing now.
"What if they kick me out?" she asks.
"Then I'll spend the rest of my fucking career trashing them to everyone who will listen," I vow, meaning it.
No one gets to take anything from her, not one goddamn thing, not unless they want to deal with me.
And I'll be the biggest bastard they've ever crossed.
When it comes to her, I'm not going to play.
I will protect her with everything I have.
"Dawson," she says in that disapproving tone, but when her lips twitch, I know she's as amused as she is worried. "You can't just bully everyone into accepting us."
"Yeah?" I bite her bottom lip. "Watch me, baby. You're mine. I'll do whatever I have to do to protect you."
Her expression softens, the lines of worry vanishing. "You're going to be a bear, aren't you?"
"When it comes to you? Absolutely," I smirk at her. "I always have been."
"You don't say," she says, her eyes wide and dramatic. "I thought hot and cranky was just your natural state."
I dig my fingers into her sides, making her squeal with laughter.