Best of 2017

Gwen lies on the bed with her back to me. With a sigh, I crawl in beside her and hug her. “Don’t be mad, sis.”

She sniffles. “She’ll think we’re disgusting. How could you bring her here?”

Guilt shoots through me. “Violet’s different. She’s going to be a part of this family one day. I don’t want to start something with secrets. Everything is out in the open.”

She rolls onto her back and regards me with a tear-stained face that reminds me of when she was younger. “Does she know what’s in the chest?”

I frown. “There’s just stuff in there.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Nothing important,” I huff.

Her nostrils flare. “She must not be that important then.”

When Gwen gets upset, she goes on the offensive and says things that are meant to sting. Luckily, I’ve played these games a thousand times with her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Mom just scared me,” she admits with a choked sob. “When she called me, she was disoriented.” A tear leaks out of her eye. “She’s been falling a lot lately but mostly she seems to be forgetting things.” Another tear races out. “People.”

“What do you mean?” I demand, worry creeping its way through me.

“She hasn’t recognized me a couple of times.”

I frown and look past her out the dark window. “Gwen…”

“I know.”

“I’ll call tomorrow.”

She sniffles. “I’m not like her.”

Oh, baby sister, but you’re exactly the same.

“I know.” Lies.

“I’m just messy. Artists are messy,” she assures me. “I can clean it all up whenever I want.”

I smile. “Of course you can.”

Her eyes fall closed. “Maybe I should see Dr. Ward again.”

Hope blossoms in my chest. “She was one of the few people you liked.”

“But she made me angry,” she whispers, her eyes flying open.

I smirk at her. “I make you angry all the time and you don’t fire me.”

“I wish I could sometimes,” she teases, amusement flickering in her eyes.

“I’ll call Dr. Ward and set it up.” I lean forward and kiss her forehead. “Thank you.”

She nods and sniffles again. “I can’t face Violet right now, though.”

“It’s okay,” I assure her. “Can you look after Mom tonight for me? I’d like to go home and finish what I started with my girlfriend.” I waggle my eyebrows to tease her.

A groan escapes her. “Gross. And girlfriend?” Her eyebrow lifts playfully. “That was awfully quick.”

I shrug as I climb back off the bad. “Since when do I ever take my time with anything?”

“Since never.”

“Damn straight.”

“ARE YOU SURE?” I ask as I wrap one of my thick plush towels around Violet’s perfect body.

She laughs. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“I think I like you here at my place,” I tell her with a grin. “My bed is bigger anyway. More room to fuck you on.”

“Honestly, Gray!” she squeaks. “You’re always so crude.”

“You like it,” I argue as I saunter my naked ass out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I’m just pulling back the covers when I notice her stop in front of the chest.

“What’s in there?”

All happiness and playfulness fade away. “Nothing important.”

Her eyes narrow at me. “I care about unimportant things too.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, scowling. “Trust me. It doesn’t matter.”

Hurt flashes in her eyes. As much as I want to open up to her, I don’t want to about this. At least not this early on.

“Open it,” she whispers.

“No.”

Fire flashes in her eyes as she kneels and starts fiddling with the lock.

“Stop,” I growl. If she tries too hard, she’ll figure out the combination. It’s the same as her debit card PIN number. I know this because I made them the same.

She starts turning the dial, ignoring me.

“Goddammit, Violet,” I snap. “It’s none of your fucking business.”

My words cause her back to stiffen. The towel loosens and slides down her back to her hips. Her smooth flesh calls to me but it reddens quickly with her anger. She jerks her gaze over her shoulder.

“I want to go home.”

My heart sinks and I fall to my knees behind her. “No,” I tell her as I hug her middle and pull her bare back against my clean chest. “Stay.”

“I’ll stay if you tell me what’s inside.”

I growl when she tosses away the towel and rubs her naked ass against my hardening cock. “No.”

“Please,” she begs, her voice breathless.

“Nothing inside that chest matters,” I reply as my hands roam her silky body. “All that matters to me anymore is you.”

To prove my point, I guide my dick inside her. She grips the chest and lets out a needy moan. I tangle my fingers in her wet hair, pulling her head back, as I drive hard into her.

“Gray,” she hisses.

My balls slap against her pussy with every thrust. She’s tight and clean and fucking mine. As I fuck her, I stick my thumb into my mouth to wet it. When I push it against her tight asshole, she lets out a whimper.

“Touch your clit,” I order, my voice low and husky.

She obeys but her ass clenches. “It’s going to hurt.”

“What happened was a long time ago,” I assure her, my tone gentle. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

Trust—such a beautiful little bird—gets released from her cage. She relaxes and allows me access. As promised, I ease my thumb inside her tight channel. My thrusting slows until I’ve got my thumb all the way inside her.

“You okay, little quitter?”

“Yes…”

“Yes but?”

“I’m still scared.”

I begin slowly sliding my thumb in and out of her in unison with my cock that’s inside her cunt. Soon, she’s rocking against me, very much into our little ass play.

“When it comes to me, you have nothing to fear. Ever,” I vow. “Every single thought. Every goddamned action revolves around you. I don’t think you understand how much you’ve embedded yourself inside me.”

She moans in response. “Gray…”

“Nobody else will ever have you because you’re mine,” I bite out as impending pleasure begins to settle in my balls. “Say it, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” she whispers without hesitation.

Pride surges through me. I’m not the most normal guy on the block. I’m obsessive to a fault and possessive as fuck. I don’t quite understand her quickness to give in to me but I feed off it.

“I’m going to protect you, and when you let me, I’m going to love you. I’m going to stamp myself all over your heart and your pussy. You’re going to wear my ring and take my last name. Why, Violet?”

She cries out when I slap her ass. “Because I’m yours.”

“Fucking right you are. And I’m going to come inside your pretty little cunt. No more goddamned condoms.” I growl. “Why, Violet?” When she doesn’t answer, I slap her ass again.

“Because I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” I praise. “No more morning-after pills.”

She shudders as an orgasm ripples through her. Her body seems to choke the hell out of my cock. I’m grunting, my thrusts ragged and uneven, as I desperately try not to come too soon. “How did you know—” she starts.

“No more morning-after pills,” I hiss, interrupting her. “Why, Violet?”

“B-Because I’m yours,” she murmurs, her entire body still quivering.