The Rowdy Ones, page 18
She steps closer to the sound of his voice and lifts her chin, cutting him off with her hissed words. “Consensual. Yes. It’s a private matter. Leave it at that. If you care about either of us, you won’t say anything.”
He blinks in shock and then cuts his eyes over to me. The hurt shining in them guts me. I’d thought with him sleeping with Talia, he would be over the whole being in love with me. Apparently, I was wrong.
“You were fine when you thought I was hooking up with Lila,” I say lamely, needing for him to understand.
“Because she didn’t matter!” he cries out, throwing his hands in the air. “Destiny matters. You fucking love her.”
Of course I do. She’s my sister.
“We didn’t have sex,” I tell him. What I don’t say out loud is yet. We didn’t have sex yet.
“It’s only a matter of time,” Wild rasps. “You know how fucked up this is? Mom was onto your shit. I had a feeling with the way you two have been acting, but I thought, no way. Not Rowdy. He’s a good guy, not a sister fucker. Wrong.”
I grit my teeth and pin him with a hard glare. “Keep your voice down.”
“Why?” Wild demands. “You want to keep this a dirty little secret?” Then, to Destiny, he says, “And what about you? You want to be your brother’s secret fuck? What happened with Weston?”
Releasing Destiny, I charge for Wild and grip onto the front of his hoodie. He stumbles as I force him back and into a dresser. Perfume bottles on top clatter and scatter.
“Watch the way you speak to her,” I snarl. “Treat her like trash again and I’ll fucking end you.”
He gawks at me in shock. “You’re serious right now. Do you see how delusional you’re being? What part of you sleeping with your sister do you think anyone will be okay with?”
“It’s not their business.”
Destiny’s palm on my back sends calm radiating through me. “Rowdy…”
“Maybe not,” Wild bites back, “but it’ll get your ass thrown in jail. It’s called incest, asshole. I’m not a cop, yet, but I bet that shit is illegal.”
I release him and step back. “Then we’ll go back home. Away from civilization and rules. Right, Dez?”
She goes silent and I whip my head over to look at her. Her face is twisted into a frown. “Home? But what about the clinic and everything I’m learning?”
My chest aches.
We were too careless and now Wild knows. Is it over even before it began?
“Whatever,” Wild says, pushing past me. “Do what you want. You’ve made it clear I’ll never have my shot with you. That’s fucking fine. I’ll get over it. But I won’t sit and watch the two of you together. In fact, I’m sleeping here tonight with Talia. Fuck your sister in the RV where I don’t have to listen.”
“Wild,” I bark out. “Stop.”
He yanks his keys from his pocket and heaves them at the bed. “No. I’m already too drunk and too pissed to deal with this shit tonight. I’ll see you two dumb fucks later.”
This is bad.
Dammit.
Uncle Atticus is waiting for us when we get back. It’s as if he knows. I don’t think Wild would snitch on us, but he might have done something else to be spiteful. Like tell his dad he was sleeping over with Talia and that we’d be coming back with the truck. It’s not like I could have gotten away with sneaking her into the RV anyway.
“It’s late,” Uncle Atticus murmurs, motioning for the cabin. “Night, Rowdy.”
I don’t have to say anything to Destiny. She knows. I’m coming for her as soon as they all go to bed.
Why?
Because I can’t get enough of her.
My life is spiraling, just like all those years ago, and I can’t seem to stop it. Honestly, I don’t want to. I’ve never wanted anything more badly than Destiny. Who needs a job or a hobby? She’s everything all at once. I don’t care about other shit. Just her. Just my sweet Dez.
I take a quick shower in the RV and then dress in just my boxers until I cool off. Dishes are somehow miraculously piled up again, so I rush through them. Once I’ve crammed all the knives back in the drawer, I snatch my phone up to see if I have any missed calls or texts from Wild.
Nope.
I do have one from Evan.
evan knox dont answer him: Alex and I got in a fight tonight over you. He said he ran into you and that the two of us are still clearly in love.
I snort out a bark of laughter. “Delusional motherfucker.”
Me: i was told by you’re boyfriend i am not allowed to text you anymore
evan knox dont answer him: So? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Me: stop texting me man
I attempt to block him again, but I can’t figure out how. Funny how I can find porn easily enough, but I can’t do something actually useful.
You sure learned a lot to try on Dez…
My cock thickens in my boxers just thinking about earlier. I’ve never fucked a woman before, or a man, for that matter. Only been on the receiving end. I’m dying to know what it feels like to drive my dick into her hot, tight body.
I palm my erection over my boxers. I’m antsy waiting for the family to fall asleep so I can steal my girl away. She’s so fucking perfect.
Be gentle with her.
There are warring thoughts in my head. One part of me wants to treat her like porcelain, making sure I don’t put any more cracks in her. The other part of me wants to pin her down and fuck her so hard she screams.
A fucking monster lives inside me.
My phone buzzes and I groan, preparing myself for what Evan has to say. It’s not Evan, though.
Wild: I cockblocked you. Ha!
I smirk. I fucking knew it.
Me: your a asshole and are too drunk to make fun of my spelling
Wild: You’re. Never. Even while sloshed and getting my dick sucked, I’m still going to correct your grammar.
Me: your seriously not texting me while your getting you’re dick sucked fucking crazy ass
Wild: You’re. You’re. Your.
I think he’s screwing with me at this point. I know for a fact I did my your/you’res right. Prick.
Me: are we okay
He sends me a picture of Talia sucking on his cock.
Wild: I’m texting with you right now rather than focusing on coming. You know I can’t stay away from your stupid ass.
Me: we can talk later be nice to that girl don’t be a dick
Wild: Sorry, your run-on sentences are difficult to understand.
Me: You’re.
I finally got him back!
Wild: Your, dumbass. Gotta go.
I shake my head and toss my phone to the side. Maybe he should go teach school or some shit if he’s so damn smart. Since I’m not comfortable having a Wild dick pic on my phone, I try to delete it, but I end up forwarding it to someone instead.
Fuck.
Seconds later, I get a text.
Uncle Atticus: Is there a reason why you sent me this?
Me: shit my bad i was trying to delete it you’re son texted it to me
Uncle Atticus: I’ll show you how tomorrow. Don’t try to do any more tech crap on your own. You fucking suck at it. The last thing we need is you accidentally sending this to my wife. She’ll cut off all our dicks for a stunt like that.
I shudder at the thought of Aunt Eve anywhere near my dick. Since I suck at using my phone, apparently, I plug it in and ignore it. I hate waiting for their family to go to sleep. Hours tick by slowly. A few times, when I peek through the window, I’m disappointed to learn Destiny’s light is still on, which means it’s a no-go to come get her.
The day starts to catch up with me and I yawn.
Maybe I’ll close my eyes for a second.
I jerk awake to Scout licking my face. What the hell? Groaning, I shove him away from me. He pants heavily and plops down on his side of the bed. Dressed in her coat, Destiny stands at the end of the bed, grinning at me.
“Did you walk over here by yourself?” I ask, voice panicked as I sit up.
“I turned off the light, but you never came. I thought maybe you fell asleep.”
“Yeah,” I grunt, rubbing at my face with my palm. “Sorry about that.”
She sheds her coat and shrugs. “I’m a big girl and know how to get here.”
It’s unsettling that she slipped out of the cabin and trekked over here by herself. Thankfully, if there were any threats, I’d like to believe Scout would’ve attacked.
“Come here,” I rumble. “I missed you.”
She smiles and crawls over to me. I pull her to me as I lie back, stretching her small body over mine. Our mouths meet in the next instant. As we kiss, slowly this time, I stroke her hair reverently. It’s surreal that we’re going to do this. I’m going to have sex with my sister.
“You’re hard,” she says against my lips. “Must be excited to see me.”
“You have no fucking idea.”
She nips on my bottom lip and tugs it before letting go. “Why aren’t we naked yet?”
* * *
* * *
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.
