“Sure.”
Instead of getting off the bike, he scoots back, giving me room to get on. As soon as I climb on, he scoots forward again, his hard chest resting against my back, and his arms come around me to rest upon the fuel tank. I grip the throttle, squeeze the brakes, balance myself on my tip-toes, and stare ahead.
“Turn it on.” His voice rumbles against my back.
I find the key and turn it, and the engine growls loudly. Bryce places his hand over mine and revs the engine for a while before turning it off.
“My dad bought me this bike in my sophomore year from a family he knew that had lost their eldest son to pneumonia. They sold it to my dad at a great price because they wanted to get rid of it because it hurt too much to look at it, knowing that their son wouldn’t ride it again.”
I shift on my feet, exhaling sharply when my ass rubs against his erection. Bryce grips my hips then hisses in my ear.
“I never knew you had a bike.” I look over my shoulder to find his lips waiting patiently for mine.
“I never got a chance to ride it. Soon after I got my motorcycle license, my dad fucked it up. Took a bat to it, almost demolishing it. He came home drunk and decided to take out his frustrations on my bike. It took me working hours on my uncle’s farm and doing other side jobs to save up to put it back together again. Now that I have it up and running again, I just have to get helmets.” His face comes closer. “Will you ride with me?”
I nod my head then close my eyes, just as his lips close in on mine. I tilt my head back to give him better access and part my lips a little wider to receive the deep, slow licks of his tongue. I groan when we separate. He reaches inside his jeans pocket and pulls out his ringing phone. Morgan’s name flashes across the screen.
He clears his throat. “Hello?” He swings his leg off the bike, and my eyes zero in on his hand, adjusting his erection in his pants then he smirks my way. “You’re back? I thought your plane was coming later tonight?”
I get off the bike and run my smooth hands down my skirt. I turn Bryce’s way and motion to him that I’ll be outside to give him some privacy. He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me toward him. “I should be there shortly. Just text me your gate information. Love you, too; bye.” He slips his phone back inside his back pocket as soon as the call ends. “Morgan’s plane landed fifteen minutes ago. Ride with me to pick her up?” He clasps his hands with mine then brings them up as if we’re playing a game of mercy.
“You don’t think it will be awkward?” I look up at him.
“Not if we make it.” His head lowers and his lips brush against mine. “Plus, it’ll give me some more time with you since I won’t be seeing you tonight,” his voice softens.
My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach at the thought of not seeing him tonight and the fact that he and Morgan will be back home. Under the same roof as their father.
His warm hands palm my face then tilts it up so that I’m peering up at him. “Don’t worry about us. We’ll be fine.”
Why am I getting this sick feeling that it’s not? I part my lips to protest and remind him of the plan he was supposed to come up with to get out of that house. “Bryce,” I grip his wrists, “I can’t—”
My words are instantly muted when his lips and tongue dominate my mouth. I sway, drunk from his kiss. His arms wrap tightly around me, his lips untether from mine, and I’m a kissaholic, needing more of his kisses. I lean in for more, sighing when he sucks gently on my bottom lip.
“I have something else to show you.” He grabs my hand, and we walk across the room toward a door. We walk up a narrow stairwell to another door, and Bryce turns the knob and pushes open the door. The stench you smell when a room has been locked up for a long time attacks my sinuses, and I sneeze several times.
“Bless you,” Bryce smirks down at me.
“Thank you.” I sniff a couple of times.
He lets go of my hand, leaving me standing in the doorway.
He stands in the middle of the room, filled with boxes, an old dusty loveseat, a ten-speed bicycle with curved handles propped on a wall. A dead plant sits atop a metal table with a box fan sitting next to it, and he holds his arms out. “I forgot this place existed. For all the times I’ve come out here to work on my bike, I never thought to come up here until last night.” His eyes travel the length of my body, summoning goosebumps. “I’m going to fix it up, and Morgan and I are going to stay here until we leave for college.”
My eyes stretch wide, and my mouth slacks open.
“I told you I would figure out something, and this is it.” Bryce remains standing where he is, looking my way for a response. “My uncle knows I come out here to work on my bike, so he continues to pay the utility bills.”
I turn around to look at the rest of the space. A counter with a sink…
“I was thinking about getting a refurbished refrigerator from The Appliance Man Store. Hopefully, I can get a good price on one, and I can get a microwave.” Bryce’s voice drifts closer as I’m taking everything in. “Maybe a stove later on.” He stops behind me. “There’s a small bath with a sink and shower and one bedroom. Morgan can have the room, and I’ll throw a cover over the couch and sleep on it.”
I turn around and face him.
“I just hope Morgan will agree to this.” He looks to me for confirmation.
I step forward. “You’re amazing, you know that?” I rise on my tip-toes and wrap my arms around his neck. “I love how you take care of your sister.” I kiss his chin and along his jawline, feeling his body shiver against mine. I move my lips down to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. His moans vibrate against my lips. “She’s blessed to have a brother like you. So protective, loving, and caring.” I kiss and suck his skin between giving him words of encouragement.
God, I want him so bad.
I rotate my hips against him, needing him closer. “If only your dad knew just how special you are.”
I shriek when I’m lifted in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and attack his mouth with bruising kisses. He carries me across the room and lays me down on the loveseat that may be contaminated with scabies from being in this room for God knows how long. My lustful thoughts, however, allow me not to care.
I remove his shirt, desperate for his skin to be flushed against mine, and then I unsnap his jeans, craving for him to be inside of me.
Our lips disentangle and we stare at each other. I reach for his zipper and unzip his jeans.
“Ava,” his voice strains.
“I want you,” I say breathily.
He shakes his head slowly, causing strands of his hair to sweep across my forehead. “Ava, are you sure you want our first time to be like this?” His lips kiss the tip of my nose. “Rushed? When I want to take my time, fuckin’ you slowly.”
My breathing becomes erratic.
“I think we should wait just a little longer,“ he says.
Instead of responding, I run my hands through his hair and bring his head down so that his lips hover over mine. “I need to…“ I grind my hips.
“You need to what?” He grinds his hips in response. “Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
He nods. “I do too.” His jawline tightens hard.
Bryce lifts off of me, reaches beneath my skirt, and slides my panties down. I let my legs fall wide open. Bryce shrugs down his jeans and boxers, mid-thigh, springing his dick free.
I lick my lips. How would he taste? I ponder the thought.
I moan when his fingers separate my lower lips. “Touch yourself for me,” he rasps then wraps his fingers around his length and starts to pump.
I place my hand between my legs, sliding two fingers inside my warmth.
“Pretend your fingers are my dick,” he says through gritted teeth.
I begin to grind against my fingers.
“How does it feel?” Bryce grips himself a little tighter then stroke up to the head of his dick. Pre-cum seeps from the small
slit. “Fuck!”
“It feels good, but I wish it were you.”
Bryce hooks his arms behind my knees, pulls me forward, slowly removes my fingers, and swirls the head of his penis over my clit and down to tease the rim of my pussy.
“Awwww!” I dig my fingers into the cushion of the couch then lift my hips when I feel him at my entrance again. I bite down hard on my bottom lip when I feel him begin to penetrate.
“Ava,” he sighs, “baby, please don’t do that.” He hovers above me, moving his hips so that his length slides between my folds.
“Bry—“ I come.
“Mmm, you’ve drenched my dick, baby,” he moans and continues to move. “And this is only a preview of what’s to come.”
I clutch the sides of his torso and come again.
“Fuck!” Bryce groans, taking his dick in his hand and pumping his release onto my stomach.
Chapter 13
Bryce
I continue to massage my cock until every drop of semen spurts onto Ava’s toned stomach. Just the sight of my milky release on her brown skin makes my balls tighten. I throw my head back and look at the stained, murky water spots on the ceiling. Fuck, that was intense. I run my free hand through my hair, gripping my damp strands while trying to balance my breathing.
Ava shifts. I look down to see her resting on her elbows and eyeing the mess I’ve made on her stomach. I pull my jeans up, tucking my dick back inside my boxers. Ava reaches for her panties laying on the floor and uses them to wipe her stomach clean. Once she’s done, I take them from her and stuff them in my front pocket. She smiles, not giving me any lip. She tugs her skirt down and comes to a sitting position. The thought of her walking around with no panties on has my dick hardening all over again.
“Bryce!” my sister yells then jabs me in the arm.
I glare over at her sitting in the passenger seat. “What!?!”
“The light has been green for like two minutes.”
The sounds of car horns blare around me. Shit! I press my foot on the gas then look in my rearview mirror and see Ava smirking at me from my cramped backseat. I should’ve put Morgan back there with her big-ass bags.
“Anyway, where was I before my brother decided to daze out on us?” Morgan turns in her seat to look at Ava.
“Whatever,” I mumble under my breath, all of a sudden feeling left out.
When Ava and I got to Morgan’s gate, I couldn’t forget the look of disdain she threw my way at the sight of one of her good friends standing beside me. I know my sister, and she’s probably thinking that I’m fuckin’ Ava. Even if I were, it’s between Ava and me. My sister is also very smart to wait until we’re alone before she starts spewing her questions about what she thinks is going on.
I let them have their time to catch up the rest of the ride, frowning throughout when I hear a slight change in Morgan’s accent. She’s been in London for two months and already sounds like them. When I pull up in front of my house, I begin to feel sick to my stomach, making me even more ready to get the apartment over my uncle’s garage fixed up so we can get out this shithole. I come to a stop, and everyone is suddenly quiet. I look over at my sister to see the color in her sun-kissed skin pale to a ghostly white.
I clear my throat, and she looks at me and plasters a smile for show, for Ava, who remains quiet in the back. I get out of the car and lower the seat, reaching my hand out to Ava so that she can get out. Her solemn expression tears me up inside. I let go of her hand and she walks around and hugs Morgan while I get my sister’s bags out the back.
I tell Ava I’ll be right back then I walk my sister to the house. I unlock the front door then Morgan and I look at each other to prepare ourselves for what’s inside. We walk in to find the house, of course, trashed but oddly, a lemony clean scent greets us. Morgan stiffens when we hear footsteps. My mom walks out of the kitchen, still dressed in her nightclothes.
“My babies,” she slurs. She’s drunk or high. She didn’t drink as much as our dad, but when she did, it was because she was making herself numb from dealing with her husband. When she wasn’t drinking, she was high off pills prescribed by her doctor for depression. I guess we all have our own ways of dealing with shit, but she’s our mother and is also supposed to be our protector.
When things started falling apart, and my father started drinking, she should’ve been the one to step up and tell my dad that he needed to get help instead of supporting his habit that soon turned abusive.
Our mom comes closer, and she reeks of beer and cleaning solution. She pulls Morgan into a hug. I can’t remember the last time she showed me or my sister any kind of affection. “You’re back. How was your trip?”
“It was fine, Mom,” Morgan chokes.
She’s crying.
My mom, a woman at one time I thought was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen now looked more like a cracked-out whore. I know it’s a cruel thing for me to think, but it’s true.
My mom releases Morgan then takes several steps my way. “Bryce. I’m so glad you decided to come back home.” Her words make me wonder what all has been going on since I left.
I sense Morgan’s questioning gaze on me, but I refuse to look her way.
“Your dad isn’t here.” She tucks an oily strand behind her ear. I notice her hand shaking when she does it. She’s high too. “I told him to leave after I found out he had you arrested. I tried to call you, but I didn’t have your number.” She blinks away a few tears forming in her eyes then she reaches for me, but I take a step back as if she’s poisonous to the touch.
“I’m sorry.” I look from my mom to Morgan who now has tears streaming down her face. “If you need me, call me.” I look to my mom again, trying to detect some ounce of sincerity in her eyes, but it’s hard to see anything when she’s strung-out. “I shouldn’t be gone long. I just have to take my—“
My what? “Girlfriend” back to her car? “I’ll be right back.”
With those words, I dash out the door, passing Ava who’s standing on the porch. I grip her arm, turning her around.
“Bryce, let go; you’re hurting me.”
“What the fuck are you doing?” I tighten my hold.
“You were taking too long.” Her nails dig into my hand as she’s trying to loosen my grip.
“I should’ve never gotten you involved.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She pauses in her tracks, but I jerk on her arm to continue.
I open the passenger door, finally releasing her. “Get in,” I order.
“Why are you acting like this?” Her bottom lip quivers.
Because I care about you too damn much to bring you into my life that's too fucked up for even me to deal with.
I place my hands on the hood of my car, boxing Ava in. Her head falls back, and all I want to do is get lost in her kisses. In her.
“Talk to me.” Her fingers caress my face.
Lord, forgive me for what I’m about to do.
“You’re not my girlfriend Ava, and you never will be.”
A single tear falls down her cheek. I ignore the stabbing pain jabbing in my chest and continue. “Our time together has been fun, hasn’t it sweetheart?” More tears. “Don’t cry now because I tried warning you about me.” I wipe away one of her tears. “Fuck perfect, right?” I paraphrase her own words.
Ava shoves me away to get in my car, but I wrap my arm around her waist. “Since your dad is coming back tomorrow morning, I can come back to your place, spread those limber legs of yours, and kiss your sweet, tight little pussy.”
The sound of rolling tires crunching over gravel stirs my attention. Big mistake. Ava’s knee connects with my dick. I crumple to the ground with my hands between my legs. I huff against the ground, expecting my testicles to roll out of my mouth any minute now.
I hear my cousin Clay’s truck door open and Ava yelling and screaming for him to take her home. What the fuck is he doing here anyway?
“Please,” she begs.
“Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll take you now. Just give me a minute,” he soothes.
I don’t hear her response but instead, the creaking sound of his truck door opening then slamming shut.
“Bryce? Man, what the fuck is going on?” Clay squats beside me.
“Take Ava back to school so she can get her car. Fuck!” I grip my pulsing dick that feels like a second heartbeat in my hands. Clay doesn’t move. “Go! I’m fine!” I yell.
“Trust me, I’m not worried about your ass. Are you ever going to learn your lesson?” he says to me before standing.”
I’m in so much pain that I don’t have enough strength in me to tell his ass off.
The back tires of Clay’s truck spin in the yard, tossing small rocks and dirt my way. I close my eyes, opening one of them to see his truck with the girl that I’m falling hard for stashed inside, drive away, refusing to stop at the stop sign posted at the end of the road of my family’s fucked-up world.
“Bryce.”
“Shit!” The sound of my sister’s voice startles the fuck out of me. The burning tip of a cigarette glows then a puff of smoke floats into the night sky. My sister flicks the cigarette to the ground and smashes it out with her foot before gripping the rope handles of the tree swing and pushes off with her sandal-covered foot.
“Come push me,” she commands.
I drop my bags to the ground and tread slowly across the high grass because my junk is still sore. “What are you doing out here?” I stand behind her, grip the wooden seat of the swing, pull it back, and release it. Morgan pumps her legs back and forth, making herself soar.
“Dad is home.” She swings higher.
I let my sister breeze past me several times, letting her words sink in before I push against her back to keep her ‘‘flying high to touch the sky” as she would say when we were younger.
“As soon as you took off, I heard her on the phone, begging for him to come home.”
“Shit,” I mumble under my breath.
“Shit is right. Our parents are upstairs having make-up sex. I came out here so I wouldn’t have to hear them.”
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