by Alexa Riley
“No, sir.”
“If you’re at this party with your daddy or a husband, best tell me now.”
Technically, the man inside isn’t my father—not by birth, anyway—and I’m definitely not married. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I’m being a little dishonest not clarifying who I am, but I’m too excited to find out what happens next. Tingles are racing up and down my back, sliding up my thighs, making my breasts feel heavy. More. I need more. “I’m not here with a daddy or a husband.” I wet my lips and feel his flesh jerk between us. “Why d-do you want to know?”
With a slow headshake, his hands travel to my backside and mold it roughly. “I’ve been on the boat for months, nursing my own hand. Now some cute little thing lands in my lap, trying to flirt the come straight up my cock.” He lifts me higher and seats me on top of his erection, bouncing me on it with a hard thrust. “I’m fitting to send you back to the party with smeared lipstick, girl.”
Chapter Two
Rex
And here I thought this party was going to suck.
Couldn’t believe my damn eyes when this little fuck princess came toward me in the backyard, wobbling around in her sparkly high heels. I figured she was coming to tell me I couldn’t smoke in this rich, uppity neighborhood. She fell into my arms instead, beaming up at me like I was her lord and savior when I caught her. Kind of messed me up in the chest area, if I’m being truthful. Maybe she’s blind and that’s why she tripped? Because I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor. I’m the enemy that enters battle with blood in his beard. Least that’s the reaction I normally get from women. Wariness or…the desire to give me a haircut.
Not this one, though. This doe-eyed brunette with titties like a jerk-off magazine centerfold has both legs wrapped around me, her sexy lips parted with excitement. Christ. She’s going to let me fuck her in my brother’s backyard, ain’t she?
The reminder of why I’m really here is an unwelcome one. I don’t want to think about my asshole brother or why I continue to feel obligated to maintain some kind of relationship, good or bad. It’s the guilt that keeps me calling on holidays. Guilt that had me finally accepting an email invitation to help celebrate his amazing life, free of the family that dragged him down. Me.
Don’t want to think of that, though. I only want to think about the sweet little knockout in my arms and getting my first decent nut in months. Hell, she’s going to be my best nut, period, the end, and that’s reason enough to give responsibility the middle finger and find a place where I can get my hurting cock inside of her. I need her.
“I think…” She glances back over her shoulder. “I think there might be a pool house…”
Without waiting for her to finish, I start in that direction, figuring if she’s friends with my brother and his wife, she must have been here before, for pool parties or whatever the hell rich folks get up to. Not that I don’t make a damn mint myself trapping crabs, but I sure as shit don’t act stuffy about it, throwing soirées and the like. “You wear a bathing suit around men and ain’t nobody locked you down. How the hell is that?”
“At the last pool party, I slipped on the diving board—on my first dive—and had to be taken to the emergency room for stitches.” She lays her head on my shoulder and I get hit with another weird chest squeeze. Lord, I feel like a thug kidnapping the princess from her tower. “People stay away so they don’t get sucked into my vortex of doom.”
“Ah, now.” I give her back an awkward rub. “The men around here must be pussies. I’d walk through a damn inferno just to see you topless.”
She gasps and gives me those heart-in-her-throat eyes again. “You would?”
“Yeah.” For the first time in my life, possessiveness rises up in my throat and digs in with steel claws. Jesus, it turns me inside out while I’m looking down into her beautiful, trusting face. She trusts me. I can’t let her regret it. I can’t let her look at any other man this way—ever. The very thought almost sends me into a goddamn rage. “Other men don’t get to look no more. Soon as I’ve made use of that baby girl mouth, it don’t say no one else’s name but mine. Soon as I’ve worked that pussy into a lather, you keep it wrapped up in a fucking bow for me. You hear me, girl?”
I don’t know where I get the nerve, telling this sweet, beautiful angel that she’s mine, only that I have no choice. If anyone else touches her from now until I die, my world is going to burn down around me.
“Yes, I hear you,” she breathes, staring at my mouth. “H-how are you going to mess up my lipstick?”
We reach the small bamboo pool house and I walk us inside, kicking the door shut behind me. I set her down, chuckling to myself when she almost trips again, then I whip the silky pink nothing over her head, throwing it aside. Damn the near-darkness, because I can barely see her tits and lack of hair between her legs, but she’s incredible enough in the muted light to make me feel like a neglected animal. That’s what I am, I realize. That’s what I’ve been without her. “I’ve been on the boat, girl. My dick is pounding like a motherfucker.” I reach down and unzip, gripping my cock and presenting it to her. “If I kiss that pretty mouth, I’ll be fucking you to kingdom come before you can bat those eyelashes.” I stroke my cock and her chin drops. “Why don’t you give this a little kiss now? Soon as my balls ain’t so full, our tongues can play together.”
I fight the urge to pinch myself when she lowers to her knees and crawls forward, a lock of dark hair falling forward to cover one eye. In my thirty-four years, I’ve never seen anything so sexy, so beautiful. So mine. “I’ve heard other girls talking about doing this.” Her breath is on my cock now. She’s that close. “You don’t really want a kiss here. You want to put it all the way into my mouth, don’t you?”
“Yes. Want to wrap your hair around my fists and…”
“Tell me,” she murmurs. “You can say anything to me.”
“Dammit,” I grind out. “I just want to rape your little throat, girl.” Come beads on the tip of my dick, saying it out loud. “You telling me I’m your first man? First suck?”
She nods solemnly.
My teeth bare themselves in the darkness, pride puffing my chest. By some miracle this girl has been kept untouched for me. I should be carrying her to a soft bed and feeding her fucking grapes or some shit, but I’m too horny and she’s looking at my cock like it’s an ice-cream sundae. Later. Later I’ll treat her like a goddamn queen. Ice her sore pussy and rub her down with lotion. “Don’t be shy. Wrap a hand around it and feel. It’s full to bursting.”
Apparently she was waiting to be urged, because the gruff invitation sends her forward. She licks the semen from my tip, her eyes closed on a whimper. I’ve barely recovered from that before she’s got those pouty lips stretched around my cock and she’s sucking like her life depends on it. My load almost blows then and there. Jesus Christ, it’s clear she’s never given a suck job before, but Lord help me, that’s what makes my balls harden to boulders. I must have done something right in my life, because I’ve got a naked, dick-starved virgin kneeling in front of me, pumping her mouth up and down so fast, her tits bounce with the effort.
“Fuuuuuuck. Took you for a good girl at first. Maybe you are, but you’ve got a bad seed planted between your thighs, don’t you?” I slide my fingers into her hair and roll my hips toward her enthusiastic mouth. “Yeah, the devil created your pussy, girl. Made it bare and eager for fuckin’ and God kept it safe so no one would touch it until I found you. Didn’t he?”
She gives me a yes with her eyes and I growl, tightening up my stomach to keep from going off. It’s a losing battle, though. I’ve never fucked a sweeter mouth. Never had a girl this perfect want me, let alone blow me like I’m a king. No way I can prevent what’s coming. My balls are practically in my throat, they’re hauled up so tight. Her hands are jerking me off in time with her sucks now. She’s making these horny little sounds, her thighs moving around like she’s long overdue for a cock. And it’s going to be mine claiming tha
t pussy, soon as I get rid of this edge I’ve been building up. I’ll be hard again in seconds for this girl. “Shit. Here it comes. Here it—”
The pool house door opens, spilling light across the room.
There stands my brother, a look of outrage on his face. “What the hell is going on here? You’re a sick pervert.”
Pervert? My girl makes a startled mewling sound and it tingles my dick, right down to the root. And I keep right on thrusting into her little mouth, because I have no choice. Pleasure has me by the balls, forcing me to keep going. So good. It’s too good.
“Stop this now!” thunders my brother. “She’s your niece!”
Niece. When he says it, liquid fire is already shooting up the stalk of my flesh and there isn’t a damn thing in the world I can do about it. I pull her face flush with my lap and hit the resistance of her throat, listening as she happily chokes down my come, wave after wave. I bellow my relief into the small pool house, lights flickering in front of my vision, the orgasm ripping through me. Best one of my life by a hundred miles. I haven’t even been living until now.
When it’s over, though? When my brother is staring at me like I’m a monster and my niece’s lies replay one by one? That’s when I get good and pissed.
Chapter Three
Clara
Uh oh. I’m in big trouble now.
My stepfather storms toward me and I curl into myself—but when I expect him to grab me by the arm and drag me back to the main house…nothing happens.
I open my eyes to find Rex blocking his path, hands fisted at his sides.
Inside my chest, my heart bursts into a shower of confetti. Does that mean Rex still wants me? Please let him still want me. The last twenty minutes have been the best ones of my—admittedly short—life. No one has ever made me feel so safe and secure. Possessed. No one has ever caught me before I hit the floor, either. Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve prayed for…something. I wasn’t sure what it was. A person? A thing? All I knew was the feeling it would give me. A sense of belonging. That’s what Rex gave me for the last twenty glorious minutes. I belonged to him. And he wasn’t going to cast me aside for being clumsy or a little bit crazy once in a while.
Not like everyone else.
Knowing this isn’t the right time doesn’t stop my gaze from roaming up his thighs and backside. His fly must still be undone, because the waist of his jeans is loose, giving me a glimpse of coarse skin, black hair, tattoo ink. Oh God, I can still taste him in my throat, all salty and thick. I just want to do it again. Want to see his ownership blazing down at me, hear it in his voice.
“Well?” shouts my stepfather. “I just walked in to find you face-fucking my stepdaughter. Explain yourself.”
“Watch your tone. I’m still your older brother and I’ll still belt you across the mouth when necessary.” Rex’s cold warning jolts me, but I still scoot closer, pressing my face against the backs of his legs. “I didn’t know who she was.”
My stepfather shoves a hand through his perfectly styled hair and laughs. “You expect me to believe that? Jesus, man. She’s barely out of high school.”
Rex curses. “She’s legal, though?”
“If she wasn’t, would you have stopped?”
Silence drops like a curtain, finally giving me my chance to interject. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” I reach for my silk pajama slip and tug it over my head. “I’m an adult. I can speak for myself.”
“You’re only an adult on paper,” spits my stepfather. “In real life, you’re a daydreaming baby who can’t walk two feet without tripping into a ditch. Is that what happened here? She tripped and her mouth landed on your—”
Rex plows his fist into my stepfather’s face. He staggers back, hand pressed to his nose. Blood begins to ooze out almost immediately.
“Get out!”
“I warned you,” Rex says, pointing at his brother. “A warning is more than I give most men. You should have listened.”
My stepfather visibly reins in his temper. “You’ve come into my home, defiled Clara and assaulted me. How am I going to explain this to her mother? She looks like she’s been working a street corner.” He looks at the blood on his hand and winces. “It’s time for you to go, Rex. Go and don’t ever come back.”
“This is the Clara you mentioned in your email,” Rex murmurs, finally turning to look down at me, but I can’t read his shut-off expression. “I didn’t ask her name. I would have known.”
“Yes, well. It’s a little late for regrets.” My stepfather sneers down at me. “Believe me, I know she’s tempting, I’ve thought about waiting until her mother is asleep and—”
Rex cuts him off with a growl. “You don’t want to finish that sentence.” He steps into my stepfather’s space and the man’s face turns white as a sheet. “If you ever lay a goddamn finger on her, you won’t live to see the next sunrise.”
My heart floats up into the clouds and I come to my feet, prepared to launch myself into Rex’s arms. He’s not angry at me for lying. He understands that we’re not related by blood and we’re free to be together. At least, that’s what I think.
“Christ, you can’t be serious about her,” says my stepfather slowly. “She’s your niece. You were in high school when she was born. There’s no way around this. You pursue something with her, the stigma will follow you. Follow her.”
Several beats of silence pass. “I’m not. I’m not…pursuing her.” There’s the sound of Rex’s belt jangling as he tucks his shirt back into his jeans with hasty movements. But all I can hear is the rushing in my ears. It’s over. It’s over and we’ve barely even started yet. “I’ll get gone soon enough. But I’m going to have a word with her first.” Rex grunts. “Go on. Get back to your party.”
“Oh yes. Can’t wait to explain my broken nose.” My stepfather’s sarcasm hangs in the air as he turns to leave. Before he gets too far, though, he turns back to face Rex. “Dad was always right about you. You find a way to blacken everything.”
Rex stands there for long seconds, hands propped on his hips. I can sense a deep sorrow…or maybe disappointment in him. It corresponds to the sorrow inside me. The one that deepens every time someone tells me to get my head out of the clouds or laughs at me for bumping into something. My attraction to Rex is about more than safety, isn’t it? More than belonging. We share a spirit, don’t we?
I move forward to wrap my arms around him from behind, but before I can comfort him, he turns to look at me and all I see is his anger. Regret. And still a touch of sorrow. “Did you know who I was?”
“Yes,” I say, refusing to be anything but truthful this time. “I knew.”
His eyes widen in surprise before narrowing to slits. “You lied to me, girl.”
“No.” I sidle forward. “I found a loophole. There’s a difference.”
“Yeah. A huge difference. Once that ended with your uncle’s cock in your mouth.” He drops his head forward. “I shouldn’t even be speaking to you about things like that.”
“I like it,” I whisper. “I like everything about you.”
“You can drop the act now. I see what’s going on here.” His laugh holds no humor. “You like pissing off your new stepdaddy. Well, I’d say you achieved that and then some.”
“No, I…” I shake my head, confused. “When I want to piss him off, I just hide his flaxseed oil. His face turns all red and—”
“Stop,” he barks, before taking a slow step closer to me. “Stop being so…”
“Random? Ridiculous?”
“Who calls you that?”
My lower lip pokes out. “Everyone.”
His gaze turns dark, seeming to be arrested by my lip for a handful of seconds. “Damn. You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“Are youuu…”
He raises a messy eyebrow.
“I was trying to coax you into saying my name again.” Taking a chance, I lay my hands on his chest, sliding them up to his huge shoulders. �
�I loved it so much the first time.”
“Clara…”
I melt toward him with a sigh and push up on my toes. “Will you take me home with you?” Our mouths brush and he seems to expand with heaving muscle, one hand twisting in the back of my pajamas. “I’m not always clumsy, if that’s what you’re worried about. As soon as the music starts, I just close my eyes and feel. My dance instructor tells me I’m as graceful as a feather.”
He snorts. “Not worried about you tripping once in a while—”
“It’s more often than that.”
“—I’m worried that we’re related.” He grips my arms and shakes me a little. “Don’t you understand we did something very bad? Can’t do it again.”
“But you want to?”
For just a sliver of time, his eyes travel down to my breasts and he groans. “Don’t matter. I won’t.” Rex sets me away from him with a firm nod. “You hear what my asshole brother said? I blacken everything. He was…right.” He turns away with a curse, his hands going back to his hips. “Shit. Don’t know why I bother trying to change his mind.”
“How can you blacken everything and still make me feel so hopeful?”
Rex is unreadable as he turns to me. “Enough, Clara. I’m your uncle. Get that through your pretty little head.” Even as he says the words, he can’t seem to help reaching out and brushing back a piece of flyaway hair. “This shit with my brother is complicated, and after what happened tonight, there’s even less of a chance of us working out our differences. But taking you home and fucking you, girl…it would be ten kinds of wrong. And it would be the final straw.” He chews on the inside of his cheek. “Hell, Clara, you shouldn’t…”
“Shouldn’t what?”
“Look, I’m a nasty bastard.” I’m not prepared when he lurches toward me, as if to scare me, and it sends my pulse into hyperdrive. “Not ten minutes after I meet such a sweet little thing, I’m shoving my cock down her throat. The things I would do to you are obscene. Beneath you. I’ll blacken you, too.”