Feuds and Reckless Fury

“Canyon,” Alis murmurs. “That was…” He trails off, unable to find the right words.

Wonderful.

That was wonderful.

“I know,” I agree. “I can’t wait to do it again.”

Alister

I wake to yapping downstairs, which means Ginger and Nutmeg are up, begging to go outside. Knowing Dad and Ryan are probably up too has me tensing in bed. I’m pinned beneath a completely naked Canyon. Since I don’t hear footsteps or voices yet, I take a moment to enjoy the feel of him pressed against me.

My ass is sore as fuck, but I don’t even care.

Last night was amazing.

I’ve never felt so completely owned by another person. That’s exactly what Canyon does. He owns me. Hate was a familiar emotion between the two of us, but somewhere along the way, it transformed into a burning, passionate need for the other.

Which sucks.

It really fucking sucks.

Not because I don’t want to be with Canyon one hundred percent, but because I can’t be with Canyon. Not all the way. Only in secret and in stolen moments. Our dads are getting married soon, which means we’ll be family.

I stroke my fingers through Canyon’s dark hair and kiss the top of his head as I listen to the rain still pattering outside. I’m glad today’s track meet is canceled—not that we would’ve gone anyway after what happened to Aimee—but at least we’re not missing anything now.

If I could lock us away in this bedroom forever, that’d be okay with me. I’ve spent my entire life trying to belong and wanting someone to keep me—to love me. Canyon gives me hope. That he’ll want to hold onto me and not let go. Give me a home that’s not fleeting or brittle. Instead, something permanent and secure. Something to keep me rooted where I am.

Lips press to my chest, signaling that he’s awake. His kisses are gentle and adoring as he slowly ventures down my abs. I groan when he reaches my dick. Blue eyes lock onto mine as he takes hold of my morning wood. With a crooked grin that sets my skin on fire, he licks at the piercing on the tip of my cock. I shudder at the pure, blissful sensation of it.

God, he’s so fucking hot.

Even with bags under his eyes and hair sticking in all directions. Even with the scruff on his cheeks darker and thicker since he needs a shave.

“Are you sore?” he asks, his hot breath tickling my dick.

“Yeah,” I croak out.

“Good. Means you’ll think about me all day.” He winks at me before swallowing my cock past his lips and down his throat.

I grip his hair, thrusting my hips up, eagerly fucking his mouth. “I already do.”

It doesn’t take long before I’m losing control with a ragged moan of his name. He noisily gulps down my release like he’s thirsty for it. I’m ready to return the favor when I hear voices.

Fuck.

Canyon crawls up my naked body, pressing a quick kiss to my lips, then climbs off the bed, scooping up his boxers along the way. He pulls them on and leaves my bedroom without another word. His bedroom door clicks shut. I slip out of bed, wincing at the soreness in my ass, and yank on my own underwear just as Dad appears in my doorway. My heart hammers wildly in my chest, and I wonder if he can see it written all over my face.

That Canyon fucked me last night.

That I slept with his soon-to-be stepson.

Heat floods through me, burning at my neck and cheeks as I stammer out a greeting.

“Morning, Dad,” I grunt out.

“Morning.” He smiles at me, his curious gaze taking in the state of my room. “Having trouble getting up and at ’em today?”

I follow his stare to my bed that’s wrecked. The bottle of lube peeks out from beneath one of my pillows, and there’s a discarded towel on the floor from where Canyon cleaned us up after we had sex last night. It’s obvious to me that two people had slept in the bed, but thankfully, Dad doesn’t seem to notice it right off.

“Of all the years you’ve lived with me, I’ve never seen your room like this.” He grins at me in a teasing manner, but all it does is turn my stomach inside out.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. I’ll get it cleaned up.”

“No,” he says with a chuckle. “I wasn’t criticizing you. It’s nice to see you relax for once.”

Another burst of heat flames over my skin.

“Ryan is going to take Carrie and Canyon up to the hospital to see their mom. I told him you, and I would spend the morning together. It’s a birthday tradition.” He smirks at me. “Eighteen. Oh, to be young and carefree again.”

Uneasiness twists my gut. He doesn’t seem like he’s ready to kick me out. Would he be so happy, though, had he walked in on Canyon blowing me?