His Ballerina

“Smarts aren’t what Bruno’s crew is known for, though.” Cash sits on the arm of the sofa, shrugging. “They respond to action. Especially that Deke bastard, Bruno’s cousin.”

His second-in-command. Word has it, he performed his first hit when he was ten years old and never looked back. He likes killing. He gets off on it.

“I’ll keep an eye out for him. For all of them,” I add when my brothers frown. “You don’t have to hold my hand. I’ve been looking out for myself for a long time now.”

“Yeah, but you never had a girl hanging out in your bedroom.” Cash’s grin is back. “So, who is she?”

I’m not getting out of this without giving them some sort of answer. I know that.

I also know I can’t tell the whole story. “She’s somebody you’ll be seeing for the rest of your lives. We crossed paths a couple of nights ago, and she’ll be living with me now. I can’t let her go back to the shithole she’s been living in. It’s a miracle she made it out of there alive.”

They know it’s a waste of time to keep hounding me. “Fine, whatever. Enjoy.” I have to pretend I don’t notice the smirk they exchange on their way out the door. Like they know something I don’t.

Let them think they do. Let them smirk and snicker about me. It doesn’t matter. What matters is the girl in my room, waiting for me.

She’s still there, sitting on the bed where I left her. Like she’s afraid to move. I don’t know if I love her shyness or hate that she feels like she has to be shy. “Come on.” I peel off my shirt and toss it aside. “Let’s take a shower.”

“What?” She clutches the blankets like they’ll protect her from me.

“A shower. You know, water comes down, gets you all wet?” Her cheeks go even darker pink than before. “What did I tell you? You have nothing to be afraid of. I need a shower, and I hate showering alone.”

When I hold out a hand, she places hers on top of it. I lead her to the bathroom before she can ask any more questions and turn on the water. By the time I’m out of my shorts, there’s steam billowing behind the glass door.

She’s slower than me. Hesitant, while I’m fighting to keep from tearing her clothes off. The last thing I want is to scare her worse, but by God, she’s testing the limits of my self-control.

Finally, she turns her back and drops her pants, then takes off the T-shirt. I feast my eyes on the body I could only imagine when she wore her leotard. The full hips, the tight peach of an ass. Slim legs, toned, she’s so beautiful it makes my chest ache—not to mention my cock, standing straight up and practically begging to slide into something hot and wet.

“Madison. Let me see you.” It’s not a request. It’s a command. “Get in here with me.”

She does, her eyes on the tile floor. I gulp at the sight of her full, perky tits, pink nipples tight. I lick my lips. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Stop.” She shakes her head, hair hanging over the sides of her face.

“You’ll believe me. I’ll make you believe me.” I reach for her, pulling her under the spray. “Let me touch you.”

She doesn’t fight me, letting me soap up my hands before sliding them over her slick skin. Gently at first, warming her up. Testing the weight of her tits, their firmness, letting my thumbs stray over her nipples until she leans in, silently begging for more.

“Aren’t you going to wash?” she whispers with a catch in her voice, eyes half-lidded.

“You do it for me.” I hold out the soap and squirt some on her palms, then groan at the tentative touch of her hands on my chest.

She’s not shy for long. Her breath quickens as her hands slide down my abs, brushing my straining cock. “Fuck.” It’s a groan, a plea, a prayer. I can’t take much more of this. I have to be inside her.

“Did I hurt you?”

Her innocence makes my eyes fly open, and for a second, I forget how desperately I’m burning for her. “No, baby. You didn’t hurt me.” I take her hand and place it on my cock, groaning again when her slick fingers close around the shaft and slowly work their way up its length. I might come here and now, I’m so close. All because she’s touching me.

Her slender fingers wrap around my throbbing dick a little tighter, and the smallest whimper falls from her lip. That’s all it takes for me to come undone. My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave threatening to pull me under. Ropes of sticky cum shoot from my cock and paint the title wall.