“No,” I breathed desperately, rubbing my clit as Liam’s steel cock throbbed inside me. “We can’t.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Liam growled. “Let them know how you spread your pussy for your stepbrother,” he whispered huskily, the taboo of his words lighting a fire in my core. “Let them know how you take my cock like such a good fucking girl.” He changed up his pace, fucking me with a deep, slow force, making sure to push every last inch of himself inside me before pulling all the way out, reveling in the torment of my gasp before plunging all the way back in. Over and over and over again. “Look how wet you get for me, baby. I can fucking hear it,” Liam groaned. “You were fucking made for me, Sash. I want to show the world you’re mine.”
I wanted that too. I already felt so impossibly good – I could only imagine how much better it could feel if we weren’t such a big secret. But we were, and there was no way around that. At least none that I could see. So I said nothing, only whimpering as Liam moved in and out of me so slowly I could feel his every throb as he pushed between my walls.
“Holy shit – ”
Yanking back my wet hair, Liam kissed me. “Do it Sasha,” he murmured roughly, telling me in three words that he could feel my pussy pulsating around him, ready and aching to come. “Go on, baby.” Eyes closed, I heard the filth in his voice. “Come. Come all over your stepbrother’s cock.”
A ragged moan dispelled from my lungs as Liam’s orgasm mirrored mine. His arms wrapped tight around me as my body shook against his, hot water still beating onto our skin, the pitter patter fading back into my ears. We let the shower run for a moment as we recovered, our hot breaths dancing with the thick steam. Then, as if we’d gone in reverse, Liam undressed me, peeling off my soaked clothes and tossing them over the door. Naked together, we kissed under the rain, the rough warmth of his mouth lulling me into utter relaxation despite the buzzing of his phone on some surface somewhere within the locker room. I knew someone was trying to find him. Maybe Riley. Maybe Natalie. Whoever it was, I knew I was getting sloppy with our lie. I knew I was taking longer than I should with Liam. That my sister was looking for us.
I knew everything I was doing was wrong.
But I was too far gone – in the moment and the entire affair. I was lost in the nonstop pleasure and the gratification, so I stayed there with him. In that shower, the water still beating, I kissed my stepbrother, his tongue hot in my mouth and his seed warm down my thighs.
It felt too good to stop.
Chapter Twenty-One
After ten minutes of tearing through my closet, I gave up, plopping on my bed in my T-shirt and panties. Normally, before any sort of dinner or party, Aria came by to help me stay motivated in terms of getting dressed and doing makeup. But tonight, she was off helping A.J set up his annual Friendsgiving dinner.
He’d been holding it for half a decade now, and I’d come to look forward to the night more than actual Thanksgiving. It was more fun and more food, held every year at his parents’ Polish diner in the East Village. After closing, A.J and his brothers went into the restaurant, pushed together all of the tables and brought out two giant turkeys that Mr. and Mrs. Rutkowski had been cooking for them all day. Then they surrounded the birds with dozens of platters of stuffing, kielbasa, cornbread and bigos – basically every classic American and Polish staple.
And then, of course, there was booze. An absolutely absurd amount of booze.
“So what’s the deal now with Aria?” Riley asked, wandering into my room since Liam had just jumped in the shower. “Is it official now?” she asked, downing her second glass of red and then picking up mine to continue drinking.
To my relief, she hadn’t acted any differently to me since our day at Onyx Fitness. She was, however, angry with me for a solid few hours because I’d left her alone with Natalie – or “chatty Cathy and her six-pack abs” – and that I’d disappeared without giving her the combination to our shared locker, which admittedly, was truly shitty of me. She had apparently looked for Liam and me everywhere, and had even asked Max why the hell we had disappeared together. Max improvised a half-lie about how Liam was showering, and how he’d seen me run into a friend at the juice bar and go off with her somewhere. Of course, I promptly ruined the front by acting clueless when Riley finally found me and asked who I’d run into. “Why is your hair wet?” she’d asked. “How did you already shower? I was in the locker room for the past twenty minutes waiting for you to come back. I didn’t see you in there.”
In my panic, I blurted that I’d gone outside the building with Tuck – that I didn’t want an audience while I was trying to flirt. “I was with Tuck for awhile,” she said with narrowed eyes, but eventually, she dropped the subject. She was in a huff and kept shooting me looks for the duration of our shift at the bar that night, but to my serious relief, it wasn’t long before she was back to normal.
And now, with wine in her veins and gossip on her mind, she was more normal than ever.
“You mean Aria and A.J?” I smiled at the sound of their names together. “If it isn’t official yet, it will be soon.”
“Ugh, that makes me sick,” Riley joked. “Fucking lovebirds everywhere I go. You and Tuck. A.J and Aria. Hey, if I weren’t married, A.J would’ve gone for me, right?”
I glanced up at Riley. I couldn’t help but feel anxiety whenever she talked about her crushes lately. “I don’t know, Riles.”
Pounding the last of her drink – rather, my drink – Riley set the glass on my dresser. Crossing her arms, she leaned on my doorframe, quiet for a second. “You can’t hook up with anyone tonight. Okay?”
“What?”
“Promise me you won’t.”
My pulse picked up. “Why are you saying this?”
“I’m talking about how I usually flirt with A.J at these dinners and now he’s all wifed up, so I can’t,” she grumbled, easing my tension. “So you have to stick my by side all night. In single girl solidarity.”
“You are very much not single, Riley.”
“I might as well be.”
I dropped the shirt in my hands and looked up at her. “Alright, what’s going on? Are you guys going to like… divorce or something?”
“What? Fuck no. I’d be broke if we divorced. I just like to pretend sometimes, Sasha. You’ll learn when you get older and marry a guy who stops fucking you. Sometimes, you just need a little crush to get by.
It’s not like I’m cheating. All I’m doing is flirting. It’s harmless.”