Richard

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.

“Don’t fight it,” he muttered against my ear. I answered with a gasp and he dipped his thumb down near his cock, gathering more of my lust to smear across my clit. “Just let go, baby. Let go for me. It’ll be all right.”

I knew it would be. And yet some part of me was scared. Scared that if I let down my guard, my stepbrother would hurt me again. Abandon me. I couldn’t bear to watch him walk away again.

As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, Gunner groaned into my neck, “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere, Tanya. Just let go. Cum for me, my sweet, beautiful_._._._”

I couldn’t fight it anymore. Couldn’t fight him anymore. It was all too good. Too perfect. Too much.

With a shuddering breath that swelled into a cry, I ceded control to my stepbrother—to the one man I told myself I’d never let get close to me again.

And then I came around his cock, a flood of rapture that spread through my every limb, igniting my soul.

I burned for Gunner. I flat-out immolated. I clawed and bit, kicked and flailed, sang his praises at the tops of my lungs. Through it all he held me still, humming a low chuckle in my ear, one that spurred my pleasure all the more with the vibration of his dulcet tones.

“That’s my girl.”

He drove me wild. Insane. Pushed me to the brink of beautiful despair and then made me surrender. I was nothing and everything all at once. I was a goddess beneath him, ruler of ecstasy, worshipped by his lips, his tongue, his fingers, his arms_._._._

“I need to let go, too,” Gunner told me, exhaling a sweltering breath again my hair. I felt the tide of his dick swell up inside me, the dam that held back the pinnacle of his desire threatening to burst. “God, you’re so perfect. I can’t_._._._”

“Cum with me,” I begged him. “Please, Gunner. Cum_._._._”

For the first time in his life, the sweet bastard obeyed me.

Gunner pressed his forehead to mine, crying out as his orgasm overtook him. I felt that shudder run from his toes up his spine, finally culminating in his shoulders and biceps. He squeezed me tightly and dropped his face to my chest, eyes shut tight, burying himself inside of me until there was nothing left for him to give. I felt those hot torrents of his desire stream into me, filling me to the brim with his essence—his soul.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Neither of us could. We just wrapped around each other, naked and wet, and floated into oblivion—together.

Chapter 13

Gunner

I sat up in bed I’d made love to my stepsister in, watching her curl up against me in the soft, cotton sheets. I couldn’t remember ever being so satisfied after having sex—not with anyone before her.

That thought weighed on me as I sat there in the quiet of the late evening, the lights dimmed down throughout our entire suite. Everything seemed so calm, so peaceful, even though I felt like something should feel utterly wrong after what I’d just done. I felt like someone should have burst through the door and pointed an accusing finger at me, declaring my shame—but there was nothing. Everything seemed right with the world.

I watched the lines of her body shift as she squirmed underneath the sheets. I felt her hand brush over my hip ever so softly before she turned over, facing away.

I never would have thought for a moment back when we were younger that we’d end up here, sharing a bed together, making love. There were times back in those days where I wished she’d just disappear. But no, I’d been the one who disappeared—leaving her all alone with that monster of a father. My father.

I breathed a sigh, eyes closed as I thought about what we had done. I hadn’t used a condom. I’d taken her virginity and I’d done so much more… I turned in place, opening my eyes and staring at her beautiful figure. She was so calm… I hoped she was dreaming of comforting things.

Shit, I thought with a little, self-indulgent smile, maybe she’s dreaming of me.

I’d run away once, and now she was the only family I had left—the only person in my life I could say that I held any love for in all the world. She wasn’t some booty call or bar girl. Tanya was the only one who would be worth protecting—and I knew that I had to keep her safe, no matter what it took.

“No one’s going to hurt you, Tanya,” I whispered as I lay back down beside her. I stroked her hair away from her face and she gave a

little grumble, but leaned into my palm. “I’m going to make sure that bastard doesn’t ever hurt you again. I promise.”

I wanted to say one more thing. I wanted to say I love you. I’d said it before. Just not like this.

When it came to things like this, I’d never said it to anyone. How in the hell could I find it in me to start now?

Chapter 14

Tanya

“I’m sorry, baby. I gotta go.”

Sleep was still in my eyes when Gunner woke me, and my whole body was sore. Not sore in a bad way. Just aching all over. And I had sex hair. I smiled sleepily at that.

Shit. Last night, I fucked my stepbrother.