The Wayward Sister (The Wayward Sons 5)

Her gray eyes hold mine while her hand runs down my stomach. “You sure?”

I tilt my head. “Sierra, willpower is not my strong suit, and you…you strain my self-control. I am barely keeping it together.”

“Then stop keeping it together.” She lowers her head and kisses my neck, sending chills down my body. “I’m not afraid of you, Smith.”

I’m afraid of her. Deathly. I know that once I claim her, fully claim her, there will be no going back. I’ll be in this with her and the guys. Something I can accept—something I want. I also know that being with this girl will change me, and I’ve worked so hard the past few years to keep my shit together. If I loosen my grip, will everything fall apart?

These questions run through my mind as I feel the weight of her hand on my hip, and stare into the deep gray of her eyes. Jesus, her lips. So kissable. Absolutely fuckable. Her body sexy and lithe. The urge to love her, bend her, claim her, is frighteningly strong.

“Take me,” she says, knowing she’s stoking a fire. “I won’t break.”

She lowers her hand, grazing it over my painful erection. My reaction is instantaneous.

I want this girl to be mine.

We crash into one another; mouths, lips, teeth. Clothing shed, bodies ready. I hiss when her nails scrape down my body, flicking against my nipples. She cries when I spread her legs and suck against her heat. We’re erratic, crazed, consumed.

I shift an elbow and she yelps, her hair trapped under my weight.

“I’m sorry,” I say, stroking her hair.

She shakes her head in forgiveness, climbing on top of my body. I’m not ready and she lands hard on my cock, bending it oddly. I wince.

“Oh god,” she says, looking between us. “Did I break it?”

“No,” I grimace. “No. It’s fine. Just…”

We lean toward one another to kiss and our teeth knock together, rattling and hard.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Nothing we do is right. Every move, every twist, every touch. We part, both frustrated and breathing hard.

“It’s like we’re fucking magnets—but not the good kind—the ones that repel against one another.”

“No,” I say, refusing, abso-fucking-lutely, refusing to believe that. I look at Sierra, tugging the sheet to her chest, covering her fantastic body. Someone needs to take control.

I’m that someone.

I touch her chin. “Do you trust me?"

She nods.

She’s right, whatever brings us together is strong, but not innately in synch. It’s been that way from the beginning, out on that cold dock. We’re fire and ice, the sun and moon. We need to align, and my cock is like a compass pointing north. I untangle myself from the sheets and stand at the end of the bed. I yank the covering off her body, taking in her perky, fabulous tits, the curve of her hips, landing on the mound between her legs. I hold her eye and in a fast move drag her down to the edge of the bed, flipping her on her stomach. Before I can ask if this is okay, if this is what she wants, she lifts up on two knees, back arched, ass lifted. I lay a hand on her back and stroke the length of her spine.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her, nudging them at the knee. She does as I ask, looking back. A sexy smile twists at her lips. I lean over her body, both sliding my cock between her thighs and pulling her toward me for a kiss. She exhales a small whimper into my mouth as I slowly begin to move, making my cock slippery and wet, making sure she’s ready.

With one last kiss, we part, and she falls forward, giving me full access. I glance down, taking in the curve of her ass, using my fingers to spread her apart. I find her entrance and ease inside her warm, tight pussy. I groan once I’m in, hips already moving. I can’t stop myself and she doesn’t make me, instead encouraging me on with breathy moans.

All the frantic energy from before settles, shifting to a pounding rhythm. Our bodies work in motion, our breathing falling in pace. Coming at the same time is a fantasy, something in movies and romance novels, but I feel the build, the strain in my balls, and the tightening of her pussy as it clamps around me. I hold out. I hold on, fingers digging into her hips, as she cries out and shudders beneath me. I thrust into her, consumed by euphoria, consumed by her. We ride the wave together, until it’s too raw, too good, to go any further.

Sierra falls forward and rolls on her back, splayed naked and sweaty on the bed. She looks up at me, blissful grin on her mouth. I grab a shirt off the floor and clean up.

“If I’d known you could do that, I would have pushed this weeks ago.”

I raise an eyebrow. “If I’d known you’d be willing to do that, I would have bent you over that deck railing on New Year’s Eve.”

She motions for me to get back into bed. I crawl in next to her, kissing her shoulder, then her neck, then her mouth. Despite the frustration and the fights and the miscommunication, it’s probably better that we had to wait, to get to know one another. If I didn’t know Sierra’s strength, I never would have risked taking her like that. But she’s right. She won’t break and if she ever does, I think, wrapping my arms around her body, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces.

The tree is up in the distance, obstructing the path. Even before I saw it, rhythmic thuds bounced off the land