I couldn’t entertain the thought for more than a second. She’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.
Still. I needed to tell her.
I took a deep breath. “Do you think we can talk about—you know...” I said, trying to come up with a better way of saying it without it and failing miserably. I looked over at her and winced. “The kiss?”
Chapter 14
Tanya
My heart hammered. My lips burned. Finally, my stepbrother was ready to talk about our kiss—the one I couldn’t get out of my head.
But then Gunner opened his mouth, and what came out was nothing good.
“I’m sorry,” he told me. “It was a mistake. You were vulnerable, and I took advantage of you...”
I settled back against my side of the divided tub and stared at the ceiling, grinding my teeth so hard I couldn’t even hear my stepbrother’s voice. My hand skirted the edge of the bucket of ice on the partition between us, the one with a bottle of champagne inside it. The bucket was starting to sweat from the heat of our bathwater, and soon enough the ice would be all but a memory… And nobody likes warm champagne.
I looked at my stepbrother. He was still rambling on, making excuses. Trying to be the big damn hero.
Maybe that was what he needed. But what I needed was him. I’d known it from the moment I’d first seen his face again. I needed his touch. I needed his kiss… And though I’d never experienced anything quiet like it before, I knew I needed his dick pressing up hard and deep inside me.
To make that happen, Gunner was going to need to feed that hero complex of his. Maybe I’d have to play the villain.
I grabbed the champagne bottle out of the bucket, and with a hard tug, popped the cork. Gunner went silent as I put the bottle to my lips, chugging as much of it as I could, sweet suds spilling down my chin and jaw.
A little spark lit up inside me when I saw him eyeing me from his side of the tub. He’d stopped talking and just stared, lips parted and just a little wet. His tongue darted across them and he sucked the lower one in between his teeth as I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist and slammed the champagne bottle back into the bucket between us.
“No more games, Gunner,” I told him, grasping the sides of the tub. Then I hauled myself over the divider and into his side, sinking into the bubbles. “There’s something between us. And I think I know what it is. I think I know how we can get past it. Besides, I’ve beaten death twice this week and I don’t want to die a virgin.”
Gunner sat up and stiffened, his jaw trembling, aching to spit out a coherent strand of words. I could already see it in his eyes—that battle between desire and responsibility. Responsibility to me. To society. To himself. To the family that shattered when my mom died, and that had become irreparable when Gunner left us.
We weren’t a family anymore. We never would be again. Not like we used to be. And where there had once been familial affection between us, there was something different now: a dark, seething passion that was more akin to hate than love.
I swept my knees forward, positioning my hips against his and putting my naked body right in his lap. I felt the tops of his thighs clench against me and his manhood throb.
“All this frustration, Gunner. All this pain. It’s got me so worked up. My head spins whenever I look at you.” I lowered against his shaft, and with an expert sway of my hips, brought him to full attention. He grunted and pressed up, his dick nestled neatly between my pussy lips. “I think you feel the same way.”
“Tanya,” he began, but whatever protest he’d been trying to make died on his lips the second he felt my tongue.
I ran the tip of it up his earlobe before taking his flesh between my teeth. Just one little nibble filled his cock with blood so warm I could feel it despite the heat of the tub. I never stopped moving my hips, grinding and writhing slow and steady. His prick pressed into my entrance, millimeters away from impaling me. From taking me from virgin to… Something else.
My nipples hardened when he put his hands on my ass. He was shaking. I whispered, “We need to get this out of our systems...”
I threw my head back as Gunner dug his nails into me and let out the lowest, sexiest growl I’d ever heard. He was past the point of no return. He needed something to satisfy the lust inside him. It would either be me, or his hand. I needed to make sure it was me.
“Fuck me, Gunner,” I moaned. He had the perfect view of my tits now—gleaming and soaked and right in his face. “Give me everything you’ve got.”
Before I’d even finished the sentence, Gunner lunged. He grabbed the sides of my face, his fingers weaving through the wet tendrils of my hair. He crushed my lips with his, stealing my breath and giving me life all at once. My nerves sparked and sizzled. My pussy ached and pulsed. Everything in me—my body, my heart, my soul—was ready for Gunner’s big, thick cock.
“No,” he whispered.
I stared, certain I’d heard him wrong. “...no? No what?”
But then Gunner stood, cradling me in his arms.
“I’m not gonna fuck you, Tanya.”
He made quick strides toward one of the bedrooms and lowered me onto the bed. I was still dripping wet from the tub, but all I could think about was what the fuck I’d done wrong.
It was obvious my stepbrother wanted me. Needed me. So why wouldn’t he go for it? Why wouldn’t he take the plunge?
“Oh!” I breathed, eyes rolling back. Gunner had shoved my legs apart and stuffed his face between them to lap at my clit.
Fiery bursts of pleasure jetted through me, singing everything they touched. I bucked into Gunner’s face, so eager for more. He knew exactly what to do, how to stoke the fire inside of me. Figures that a firefighter wouldn’t only know how to put out a fire, but how to start one, too.
“Gunner!” I licked my lips, looking down at him, reveling in the image of his tongue flicking between my folds. “Fuck!”
My stepbrother was eating me out. There was no hotter sight in all the world.
Gunner lifted my calves over his shoulders, making way for one of his finger to push into my hole. It was easy, given how wet he was making me, but still so surreal. I’d never had anyone inside me before. Not even a vibrator. I closed my eyes and moaned when he stroked my inner walls in search of my sweet spot.
“More,” I groaned. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled. “God, Gunner. I thought you weren’t gonna fuck me?”
“I’m not,” he said, voice muffled against my cunt. Then he lifted up onto his hands and crawled on top of me, that gorgeous body of his in full view. “I’m gonna make love to you, baby. Nice and slow.”
He took my hands in his, lifting my arms above my head. I looked up into his face, confused.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to get Gunner out of my mind. I wanted to slam my pussy down on his cock so hard it hurt us both. And I wanted that pain to take away the agony of losing him all those years ago. I wanted to use him
to get over my heartache. To make all that rage inside me go away.
As he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me, I felt his dick slide toward my core, and some part of me just knew that maybe this wasn’t what I’d wanted, but it was sure as hell exactly what I needed.
I arched off the bed as Gunner pushed his dick into me, spreading my channel wide. I whimpered, lost for words as he stretched me. My God, he was so big! So thick! The single finger he’d slipped inside me was nothing in comparison, and I felt woefully unprepared to accept his girth.
But then he nuzzled me, released my hands, and whispered in my ear, “Hang on tight, baby.” And when I grabbed onto his shoulders, he finished thrusting inside me, and my nails drew blood from his skin.
First there was pain, a sharp plume that rained down little throbs of anguish onto my quivering body. In a moment, every one of those embers turned into a passionate flame, consuming me with the greatest bliss I’d ever known.
I buried my face in Gunner’s shoulder. “Holy fuck,” I whispered.
My stepbrother bit back a snarl of ecstasy. “I’m inclined to agree.”
He held me under one thigh as he thrust into me again, spreading me wider with each push. I basked in the sensation, letting it envelop me, letting it dance across my spine. Gunner took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down just enough to make me yelp, then laved the nubbin with his tongue, swirling and sucking until I was raising my hips in time to meet his and urging him to fuck me more, more, more.
My stepbrother was in so deep I could taste him. I knew I would never get enough, knew that his flavor would haunt me until the day I died. All I had wanted was to forget Gunner Cole, but now, with his dick buried to the hilt inside of me, I knew I never would.
His thumb on my clit ignited that stretched-too-thin feeling in my belly, the one I always got whenever I was about to cum. Gunner touched me even better than I touched myself, caressing and rubbing, flicking and tapping, pulling out all the stops.