by Nicole Snow
Grinning, he helps me up, and we walk to his truck, hand-in-hand. Screw the hotel. We're heading for his condo.
Maybe I can survive the Alaska cold after all.
There's hardly time to take in his new place before our clothes are on the floor. I get a quick glimpse of the living room and kitchen, then I'm in his arms, being carried to the bedroom.
That heavenly smell I remember from his old room in Bellingham engulfs me. If I was wet before, I'm totally soaked now, trembling as my body realizes how badly it needs this, and how long it's been denied.
We're kissing as he pulls me onto the bed with him, dropping me out of my dress. I help undo my bra before I start working on his pants and the shirt he threw on since we got into his truck. Ty joins me with his god-like naked perfection half a minute later.
His cock pops out when his boxers drop, throbbing with long, hard, manly heat. I'd forgotten just how fucking huge he really is. He takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his length – not that I need much urging.
“Fucking shit,” he growls. “Your hand feels ten times hotter with my ring on it.”
Lightning tingles up my spine. I get on my knees and start to suck him, deep and fast. It's a joy to give head to this man after such a long break.
I breathe steady, working him as my own hot cream trickles down my thighs. He fists my hair in one hand and runs a rough finger over my jaw with the other. The callouses on his hands are way thicker than anything I remember, and it makes his touch hotter.
I don't know what the hell he's been through since he moved up here. But he must have suffered, hurt himself on nature's thorns, worked himself raw trying to forget me.
God. My fingers glide down his length to the base and cup his balls as I work my tongue. I wonder how the hell I survived a full year without this.
He lets me suck him for several minutes before he pulls out, giving me a gentle push until I'm lying flat. His hands grip my thighs and pull them apart, making room for his incredible mouth.
“Gush for me, babe. It's been a fucking year. I want your juices all over my goddamned bed by the end of tonight.”
I moan a reply, and then I can't say anything at all as his face moves in. He buries his head between my legs. My clit sings with the first wondrous strokes in more than a year. It's like the thing comes back to life after a long, depressed sleep.
The rare, anxious nights with my bullet vibrator can't hold a candle to him.
Our bodies remember last summer, and it's like it was only yesterday as soon as we're naked. Ty doesn't miss a beat with the way he works me over, sliding his thick tongue up and down my folds, licking me until I'm flushed and steaming carnal heat. My legs hook over his shoulders and dig in.
It's all I can do, besides clawing the hell out of his sheets, to stay sane when he starts sucking my clit. I'm shaking in less than a minute.
My climax washes over me in a wave so sudden and sharp, it drowns the past year's longing and turmoil. My heart pounds to the swirl of his tongue inside my pussy, dipping up to draw circles around my clit, making me hum with release.
I come hard. I open my mouth and scream, wondering if he has any neighbors. If he does, they're going to realize there's been a big change in his life soon.
Thank God. I'm so fucking thankful we're together again I can't put it into words. Luckily, our bodies do all the talking, and they've got plenty to say.
Opening my eyes, I regain my vision to him licking the last of my cream off his fingers. The bed sinks beneath his weight as he gets behind me, drawing me on top of his huge body.
My head turns and we kiss. My tongue plunges in and out of his mouth, teasing him and loving it. I want him inside me so bad it hurts. Growling, he fists my hair and brings his lips to my ear, snorting hot breath.
“Open your legs and sink that sweet pussy down on my dick. We're fucking all night, baby. Hope you slept on the flight in. Remember to breathe.”
Yeah, I hope I can, because the rough edge in his voice says he isn't kidding. As soon as my thighs shift apart and I've got my knees over his, he stops rubbing his cock against my ass and shifts position, driving up into me.
My pussy stretches full and pulses pure pleasure, grateful to be filled with the only cock worth fucking. My hips start to buck, sliding up and down his length, pulling him inside me as his thrusts deepen.
Ty locks onto me tight. He holds me down, fucking me so hard my breasts feel like they're going to fly off. Those yoga breathing exercises Mom taught me come in really handy now. It's the only reason I don't pass out when he starts going full throttle, flinging me around like a ragdoll with his thrusts, hammering his dick so hard and deep his balls swing up and slap my skin.
My breasts wobble and roll wild. He covers one with a rough hand and squeezes, all the better so he can fuck me harder, faster, meaner.
He fucks like an animal, and it carries me straight to heaven. I know there's something more behind it too, a feral tenderness I feel when he rubs his stubble across my check, or sucks at the skin on my throat. His teeth nip, hard and playful, one more sensation my body can't handle as it spirals toward overload.
“Ty. Ty! You're going to make me –“
He cuts me off with a sharp pinch to my nipple. I forget how to form words again as my body tightens up and convulses on his cock. I feel my walls pinching him tight, begging him to release, flood me with his hot, molten seed.
“You like that, Claire? Yeah, you fucking missed this. Just like I missed pumping my balls dry in your hot cunt, Sis.”
That word. Holy shit.
It's the fucked up, taboo, filthy nickname that sends me over the edge, into a whole new pleasure zone I've never experienced.
I don't care that we're not technically siblings anymore. Our parents are divorced, leaving their mistakes behind. But without their screw ups, we wouldn't be here, fusing our bodies together.
He'll always be my step-brother, my best friend. My lover, my husband, and everything else a woman needs, everything there can be on some crazy cosmic level. And my twisted pussy will always love hearing him say Sis, clenching on his dick like a vice when he reminds me how we met, right before he pours himself into me.
With a growl, he comes. His jets pump scalding fast, filling me to overflowing. His pulse joins mine, and we're hooked together, thrashing in ecstasy, one earthquake shaking two bodies.
I'm so damned soaked by the end of it that I wonder if I'm really melting. There's a huge, cooling puddle in the middle of the bed, right where he pulls out, and sweat drips off us both in rivulets.
Ty kisses me, gently rolls out underneath me, and then walks to the window. He flings it open. The fresh Alaskan breeze feels like the sexiest shower in the world as it sweeps in.
Then I realize if nobody's heard us before, they'll hear us for sure next time. I sit up, tucking my arms across my breasts.
“What's up, babe? Thought we were both gonna die of heat stroke for a second.”
“I like the fresh air, but do you really want to leave that open?” I point to the window.
He looks for a brief second, then stares at me and grins. “Sure. Might as well put Alaska's chill to good use. That wind's only gonna get a lot colder. It'll pummel us all winter like a motherfucking freight train before Jack Frost has had his fill.”
“Um, I know this building's pretty fancy, but you've got to have a few neighbors. Don't you see a problem here?”
He tips his head back and laughs. “The two guys a few doors over will be gone hunting caribou and black bears all month. As for old lady Connelly next door, she's got her TV cranked up so fucking loud half the time that I'm sure she's half deaf. I don't give a fuck if anybody hears what's going on in here.”
“I do!” I stick my tongue out. It's impossible to stay mad.
Still laughing, he topples into bed again, shadowing my body in his huge muscles. His cock rubs enticingly against my still wet pussy. One groan later and I start to forget all about the neighb
ors.
“I can't believe you're making me do this,” I sigh, grinding back on his dick.
“Shit, you serious? Did you really think I didn't want the whole damned world to know we're tight now that we've made it official? We let some media shits come between us before. I'm not making that mistake again. I don't give a fuck if everybody in Anchorage hears what's happening in this bedroom.”
“I do!” I say again, trying to fight him a little harder. I should know better. It's over before it's begun with his cock teasing me like this, tight against my entrance.
“Save that shit for the altar, babe. We're keeping that window open all winter with the fucking we're doing. I've missed a whole year of this pussy, and if you're still caught on trivial shit, then we'll have to screw twice as much as I was planning to un-fuck your head. Now, bite your tongue and put your legs on my shoulders. Nothing's stopping this dick from owning you tonight.”
I smile and let it go. He's right about one thing – there's nothing stopping this utter dick of a man from claiming me and fucking me until I'm a limp, steaming mess.
By the time he pushes inside me and I let out the world's loudest, most shameful moan, I remember I love the asshole, not just the good guy underneath. Lucky me, we've got the rest of our lives for him to drive me all kinds of crazy.
XII: Big Day (Ty)
Nine Months Later
My greedy dick steals more blood from my brain every time I look at her. She's fucking magnificent in that long white dress, and I almost forget about how bad I want to rip it off and lay her down. If only being up here at this makeshift altar didn't hit me right in the feels.
I look at our “priest,” really a Buddhist monk we've chosen to marry us here in Denali. The thin man smiles and says the words I've been waiting for. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Thank fuck. I'd been worried I'd freeze up and forget a few crucial words.
Our little audience explodes as I lift Claire's veil back and taste those lips. Having her pressed up against me, tight and salty and hot as fuck makes this all real.
She's officially my wife. I suck the air outta her precious lungs and leave her panting for more. Damn if I don't enjoy a long buildup, and I tease her mouth with everything I've got, hand on her ass, heart thudding like a goddamned jet engine in my chest.
It's late spring in Alaska, and the high afternoon sunlight glows down on us approvingly, as if the whole world's decided to celebrate along with us. Damned straight.
When I pull back, her cheeks are rosy red, the same hue they usually turn before we fuck. I gotta give her one more grin and look away before my cock rips right through my expensive trousers.
She leans into me. “Tonight.”
Fuck! My dick does a hard jerk in my pants. I grab her by the hand and we walk down the aisle, listening to our small crowd clapping and cheering for us.
All my boys are there. Tommy, Ed, Mike. They're the only remnants of my old life in Washington worth keeping.
On Claire's end, there's her ma, an aunt, and several cousins I just met yesterday. I can't believe how much the power hungry Congresswoman's changed, and I can almost believe she's given up her dreams of going back to DC. Hell, she's the one who got us this monk to make things official, and I can't say it's a bad idea with all the eastern spice we're inviting into our lives.
She's brought Joan too. It's nice to see the old housekeeper again, and even better that they'll be working for us after the honeymoon. Claire's ma kept her gainfully employed after blowing my dad's estate, and now she's coming home to work for me, just like I promised.
I'll need all the help I can get to keep things running in the household too.
I'm due to open the doors on Club Tao next week, Anchorage's first full service bar and lounge, complete with an authentic West Coast feel. My boys are up to watch me tie the knot and make sure things get off to the great start.
We stop near the curb, not far from where our limo's parked, and wait for everybody to come up and give us their congrats. One big plus about having a slim guest list means it doesn't take long to see everyone.
I'm goddamned thankful for that. The sooner we have our dinner and reception means the sooner we'll take off for the high end resort at the park's edge. After that, we're fucking the whole week away, whenever we're not taking long walks into the wilderness and staring at the stars with champagne flutes in our hands.
Claire's ma comes up and kisses her. She throws her arms around me and I hug her back.
“Congratulations, Ty! Welcome to the family.”
I outta cringe hearing that shit again. She said the same damned thing on the day we met, but this time it's happy. It's real. I study her face carefully for any lingering bitterness. There's nothing.
She's learned to live and let go of her mistakes. I can do the same, even when we're getting married in the same national park where Mandy tied the knot with my bastard of an old man.
Don't worry, he's got his comeuppance. Even if I'd sent that fuck an invite to wedding, there wouldn't have been a response. Spree's in somebody else's hands now.
I hear he's busy selling off his properties and drinking like a fish. Even the family estate on the coast is up for grabs, part of a whirlwind auction to raise sorely needed cash.
Turns out, the fuck got into a multi-billion dollar dick waving contest and tapped his company's money behind the shareholders' backs. The experimental shit Dad tried to fund to take a private rocket into lunar orbit ate up everything, and the fucking thing exploded on the launch pad, killing two engineers.
The media ruckus blew his finances wide open, and it only took a week for the board to come for his head. Now, he's CEO of nothing, and he'll be lucky to live a quiet, comfortable life of mediocrity on whatever the hell he's got left.
It's not much. Looks like it's up to me to rebuild the family fortune, and his greedy old ass won't be getting a dime.
Maybe I'll make an offer for the Stingray this summer, assuming the new club takes off and I can stand letting my lawyer send him a letter. Or maybe I'll leave him to die alone. His bullshit stole a whole year away from my woman, never mind watching his goons fry her before my eyes, and that's fucking unforgivable.
I don't miss his sorry ass. Everything I need's right here at my side. I swing Claire's hand in mine, letting out a possessive growl.
“Ready when you are, Mister and Missus Sterner.” A neat dressed chauffeur I've hired holds the limo's door open for us.
Claire looks at me and smiles, flashing her bright white teeth. “Oh, Ty. I never thought this would go so perfectly.”
I smile back at her as we slide into the car, breathing in the rich scent of leather. “I did. And you'd better hold on tight because it only gets better from here.”
The dinner and dance lasts long into the night. By midnight, I can't fucking wait anymore. I let her kiss her ma one last time and share a laugh with her best friend, this chick named Dana. Then I pick her up, throw her across my shoulder, and head out to the car.
“Floor it,” I tell the driver, stuffing an extra tip into his hands.
He drives like a secret service agent ushering the President through some war zone, and I pull Claire onto my lap, pressing my lips to hers.
“I hope you've got something hot on under that thing, babe. I'm not wasting any more time with you changing once we're back in our room.”
“Lucky for you, I've come prepared.” She puts her hand on my dick, pulls up the hem of her dress, revealing the hottest pair of soft white stockings I've ever seen.
Fucking shit. Pounding her into the mattress with this lingerie accenting her would be hot as hell alone, but there's another reason my balls won't stop blazing like hot coals.
“You're sure you're clean? All that shit's outta your system?”
“It's getting there. The doctor said it might take three or four months before everything works right. You know it's normal for a lot of couples to try for a year, right?”
I slam my glass of whiskey down in the cup holder and grind my cock on her ass, fisting her and jerking her ear to my lips. “Fuck that. Statistics don't mean shit when we're this serious. Get it through your pretty head right now, babe, and burn it there. I'm filling you every fucking day 'til something takes. We're fucking all night, every night, and we're not taking breaks 'til you tell me you're knocked up.”
She flashes me a mischievous smile. “Oh? Maybe I shouldn't tell you anything, Ty. Sounds like you'll cut me off cold turkey when the job's tone.”
She's such a fucking tease. I slide my hands up under her wedding dress and finger her panties, reaching for the softness between her legs. She's soaked.
“Just a couple more miles, babe. You're giving me the best wedding present a man can hope for.”
“And it'll keep giving for the rest of our lives,” she says, right before she closes her mouth over mine in a sultry kiss.
I suck her lip and kiss her like I own her, because I fucking do.
She's right about us, building our future piece by piece. I've always wanted a big family. Since her, I know I need it. We both come from fucked up places, missing a mother or a father or sometimes both, but us?
Well, shit, we can do better. And tonight, we're gonna start, laying down roots by putting my first born of many inside her.
The car pulls up while we're still wrestling lips, hot and heavy. It's a quick walk into the fancy lodge and a ride up the elevator. I carry her the whole way, barely ever pulling my lips off hers.
Upstairs, I kick the door open and carry her over the threshold. Very traditional. Something about that feels nice, a small beacon of sanity in our huge, crazy ocean.
She's laughing as I pull her onto the bed and run my hands all over that dress. I feel like I'm gonna fucking die if I don't get it off, and I try to do it without tearing the damned thing to shreds. I let her help, if only to get her naked faster.
My tux is a lot more familiar. It comes off in a blink as soon as she's naked, except for those knockout stockings. I press my seething, tattooed skin against hers and spread her legs wide, pulling them around my waist and hooking them tight.