Exposed: An Anthology

by Brooke Cumberland

  “Ass in the air, gorgeous.” He smacked at my cheek and I jumped in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal pooled between my legs. I’d just had an orgasm and he was turning me on even more than he already had the first time. He slid a palm up my spine, feeling every ridge as he went, and pushed me over the arm, leaving me wide open to him.

  “Mmm, love this pussy.” He ran a finger through my slick flesh before pounding back into me. He held my hips in both hands as he worked in and out harder than he ever had before. With each thrust, he hit the end of me, nearly painfully.

  “I want this.” He fingered my back entrance, swirling juices from my pussy up to lubricate the hole. “So fucking wet I don’t even need lube,” he rumbled as he teased the sensitive flesh.

  I groaned when he slipped one finger inside up to the first knuckle. It was so fucking wrong, but nothing could have felt better.

  “Feels so fucking tight when I’m inside you from both ends.” His voice lowered another octave as he thrust his cock in and out of my pussy and his finger in and out of my ass.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” I groaned.

  “Sure you can, Sugar. Feel it. Feel me, taking you. Owning this sweet body. This pussy, this ass.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. “It’s mine. No one’s been here but me,” he groaned as he slipped his finger into my ass further and a new orgasm took me.

  “Look at you, so soft and open for me.” He slowed his pumping and removed his finger from my back entrance. He pulled out of me and teased the head of his cock at my other hole.

  “Gonna take you here, Sugar. Are you ready?”

  I moaned my affirmation as nerves twisted and pulled inside my stomach. I was terrified it would hurt. I’d seen him up close, his cock thick and hard as steel. I wasn’t sure how it could possibly fit, and even if it did, there was no way it could feel good.

  I fisted my hands on the couch cushions as pleasurable shivers raced through my body at the memory of the sensation he’d given me when he’d filled me from both ends.

  He slowly nudged the head of his cock at my back entrance, swirling arousal around the tip, taking his time before the head pushed against the tight muscle.

  I groaned as uncomfortable pain shot through my system. My body tensed and tried to push him back out. “It hurts . . .” I whimpered as my hands fisted at the couch cushions.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He stilled and ran his hands up my back, around my torso, caressing my skin and sending shivers racing through my body.

  “I . . . God, it hurts, but I like it . . .” I murmured as his hands tightened around my waist.

  “Fuck, baby,” he murmured for me to relax while he caressed the flesh of my backside slowly, lovingly. I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, inhaling and exhaling through the uncomfortable stretching sensation.

  He kneaded the flesh of my ass with his fingers before my body relaxed and adjusted to his girth and he finally breached the muscle and seated himself inside me. Pleasure seeped out of me and loosened every muscle in my body as I gave into him, the sweet intrusion of his cock filling my forbidden entrance.

  “Fuck babe. So fucking tight. I need to go slow, but I don’t know if I can,” he gritted through his teeth as his palms slid around my skin, relaxing me as he slowly pushed in farther. He stopped and took deep breaths as he kneaded at the flesh of my ass cheeks before rocking in and out of me gently.

  A low moan escaped my throat as I threw my head back. The sensation was new and overwhelming—twinges of pain mixed with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of fullness.

  “Fuck, babe. You like having me here?” he murmured and fisted one hand in my hair, giving it a soft yank.

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Please. Harder, faster, anything.” My insides quivered with want. The need for him to take me was overwhelming. My body had adjusted to his rock hard intrusion and now craved the release he could give.

  “Jesus Christ.” He pushed in a little deeper. “Fucking hot and tight.” He held on at my hip as he worked up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely, so much more than anyone else ever had. And somehow, it didn’t scare me. Instead, I fucking loved it.

  “Harder, Lane.” I reached between my legs and felt for his sac, wet from my juices and hanging against the entrance of my pussy. I rolled them around softly and a long groan escaped his throat as he pumped in and out of me a little quicker.

  “Fuck, Sugar. Fucking can’t get enough of you. Feels so fucking good, so right, goddamn perfect.” He thrust steadily as one arm wrapped around my body and tugged and massaged my clit. Waves of pleasure unfurled from deep inside and rolled out slowly, causing my body to go limp and my eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. My legs turned to jelly and he supported me with one hand at my hip. My arms gave out and folded beneath me on the couch, as I rested my head on it. I whimpered and moaned as the pleasure rushed through my system, swirled around my head, gasps wracking my body.

  His thrusting sped up before his fingers tightened on the flesh of my ass as his whole body shuddered and quaked. I groaned, feeling him twitch and empty inside me, his balls tightening up with release as his chest heaved. His pumping slowed before finally coming to a stop and he leaned over my body. I felt his hand tickle at my back as his palms smoothed up my torso, tracing across my skin, causing goose bumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release. I sighed and smiled into my arm.

  “Let’s go to bed. Want to hold you after fucking you like an animal,” he whispered in my ear before he slowly pulled out of me. I relished the slow drag of his softening cock against my back entrance as he pulled out, and winced as the tip of him breached the overworked muscle at my entrance.

  He stood and pulled me into his arms, carrying me off down the hall where he ripped the covers off my bed and then snuggled us both inside. He tucked me under his arm and trailed his fingertips along my shoulder with his nose buried in my hair.

  My eyes fluttered closed as I smelled his spicy, piney scent and felt the warmth radiating between us. I’d never been so thoroughly worked over and so fucking glad for it. Lane was owning me. Whether I liked it or not, he’d taken me places I’d never even imagined and I loved every second.

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  Chapter Fifteen

  “Tell me about Ohio.” I curled her into my arms tighter as we lay on a blanket in front of the fire. She twirled the edge of the soft cashmere around one finger, the curve of her shoulder and the soft dip of her back peeking out beneath the silky fabric. I’d taken her to bed after our epic fuck over the couch. I hadn’t planned on taking her sweet ass, but seeing it propped in my face, I couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t something I always did, in fact I’d only done it a few times with someone much more experienced than I, but the way she felt, fitted around my cock, the tight clenching when she came, it was the longest, most intense orgasm of my life.

  “There isn’t much to say,” she murmured. I could tell she was still worked over and sated from our earlier romp. Her eyes hooded with lazy lust, breath escaping in soft puffs from her slightly parted lips. She was beautiful. Never had I seen anyone so innocent with a body made for fucking. Eyes that darkened with desire and nipples the most delicious rosy shade. She was a fucking sex goddess and she’d walked right into my life and sat down in my bar. I couldn’t believe the luck I’d had, but it was about fucking time.

  “What about your parents?”

  “They’re gone.” She said the words so flatly, my brain slammed to a halt.

  “Sorry about that, Sugar. Mine are too.” I trailed a fingertip down her arm and watched goose bumps erupt across her skin.

  “It’s just my mom . . . she’s gone. My dad left when I was fourteen. He was an alcoholic, couldn’t keep a job. One day he just left and never came back. My mom hated him; I hated him for leaving us. It was hard for her to be a single parent; she worked two jobs. She did her best, but raising a rebellious teenager isn’t easy.” A pained smile cracked her lips. “
He sent birthday cards once in a while and showed up for my high school graduation, but I haven’t seen him since.”

  “Sorry about that, Sugar.”

  “It’s okay. It’s my life, what I grew up with. So when I say I have no family, I don’t.”

  “No friends?” I knew I was pushing her limits, but she’d given me nothing before now.

  “Not really. I don’t really get attached to people.”

  My mind worked over her words. Such an odd thing to say, that she didn’t get attached to people. I placed a sweet kiss on her shoulder. “So no family, no friends, and you move all the way out here to the coast of Maine.”

  “Mm hmm,” she hummed as the firelight danced in the reflection of her eyes.

  “Well, I’m glad you came. Things were getting boring around here.” A grin tipped my lips as I kissed along her soft flesh.

  She waited a few moments, her eyes watching the fire. “Tell me the real reason you don’t sail.”

  My heart tightened in my chest. She was gazing at the fire, unwilling to meet my eyes. Almost as if she hadn’t said a word at all.

  I tossed around the ideas running through my head, debating if I wanted to open up, deciding if I was willing to tell her.

  “My dad was a fisherman.”

  “I thought he refinished boats like you do?”

  “He did that in the off-season, but his main job was fishin’. He fished off shore, Georges Bank, be gone for weeks on end sometimes. He did it for years; it was in his blood, I think. His dad and his dad’s dad, they were all fishermen.” I paused and laid my head on my open palm as my eyes watched the fire dance and lick the old brick. “One year, just before Thanksgiving, a storm kicked up. One of the worst we’d had in years, and it took them by surprise. The storms up here just do that sometimes,” I mumbled, realizing I was rambling a bit as I played with the tendril of hair that licked around her neck. “Ninety mile per hour winds, just twenty miles from shore and they disappeared off radar. Just gone. They never found anything, not a single scrap of the boat, a life raft, nothing.”

  “That’s awful,” she murmured so softly I could hardly make out her words.

  “It was hardest on my mom. I was fifteen; Ridge was thirteen. We sort of lost her that night too. She just couldn’t deal with losing him. They were high school sweethearts. When he was around, her face would light up and her eyes would sparkle. I found them dancing around the kitchen late one night to old band music. They didn’t see me, but the way he held her in his arms, so soft and tender, I think he knew she was fragile. And she was. I didn’t know it then, but after she lost him, she just . . . disappeared. She had some inpatient stays at a mental hospital, and just over two years after he was gone, she joined him.”

  “Lane.” Her soft lips formed the words. Somehow, it soothed my heart to open up to her. She reached one palm up to caress my cheek. My eyes drifted closed and I took in the sympathy radiating off her. I hadn’t said those words in years; the only people that knew what had happened were the people in town that had watched it unfold.

  “Claire took us in after that. I was seventeen and Ridge fifteen and we were alone. I tried to keep it all together, but Ridge . . . he didn’t handle losing them well. I tried to keep him straight, but he got into drugs, stealing. When he finally turned eighteen, I think everyone in town heaved a sigh of relief when he left. He’s only been back a few times since.” I gritted my teeth at the thought of my brother.

  She only nodded before curling up under my shoulder and snaking an arm around my waist.

  “My mom was beautiful. Dark hair, long, she always wore it in a ponytail. My brother and I used to play with it when we were young.” I trailed my fingers through her hair, lost in the memory.

  “I’d love to see pictures sometime.”

  “Mmm . . .” I hummed, a small smile splitting my lips as I thought about showing Kat snippets of my childhood. “I’d like that, Sugar.” I traced my thumb across the bow of her lips.

  I hoped I wouldn’t regret opening up to her. I didn’t know what we were. I didn’t know if what we had could be more, or if I even wanted it to be, but I hadn’t opened up to anyone in a long time and that meant something.

  “You said you had family out East?” I tried to change the subject from my depressing life story.

  “No.” She shook her head and the magic moment was gone. I could see the shield come up over her eyes. “Not anymore.”

  “Were they from Maine?”

  “My mom grew up in Portland. I never knew those relatives, though. Once my mom married my dad . . . they sort of lost touch.”

  “Kennedy? A good New England name,” I murmured as I ran a fingertip across her eyebrow and down her temple.

  Her eyes fluttered closed as she took in my soft touch, and her body quaked before she murmured, “It was my mom’s maiden name.”

  “Kennedy is her maiden name? That’s not your real last name?”

  Her eyes shot open as if she hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to reveal that about herself.

  “I won’t say anything.”

  She shook her head as tears pricked her eyes. “It’s . . . I wanted to honor . . . it’s complicated, but it’s probably not what you’re thinking,” she rambled.

  “Not thinkin’ anything, Sugar,” I caught her gaze and told her honestly. She watched me for a moment, as if judging if she could trust me. “Scouts honor.” I raised a hand and my mouth lifted in a silly grin.

  “I bet you weren’t even a boy scout.” She grinned and shoved me playfully.

  “Troop two oh two.”

  “Give me a break.” She smiled and tucked back into my shoulder, turning her face up to the ceiling, her eyes lost somewhere other than here.

  “So, Kat Kennedy, whose real name isn’t Kennedy.” I traced a finger along her hairline. “Is your real name even Kat?”

  She glared at me and pursed her lips as if she were debating telling me something.

  “Wait—no shit. Is your name not Kat?”

  “Katherine.” She licked her lips as her gaze held mine. “Katherine is my middle name,” she said so softly I wasn’t even sure I’d heard her right.

  “What’s your first name?” I locked eyes with hers, searching her mossy green depths, looking for some kernel of trust to reveal itself. I waited for her answer as she gazed right back at me.

  “I don’t like it. I don’t use it.” She turned and threw an arm over her head, the blanket falling down her body to outline the top swell of her breast.

  “Mmm,” I groaned and stroked along the soft flesh that was newly revealed. “I can live with that.”

  Her eyes trained on the firelight dancing across the ceiling. “I’m sorry.”

  “‘Bout what?” I was wholly distracted by my fingertips trailing across her silky skin.

  “About the other night. At the restaurant. I didn’t sleep with him, I just let you think that to piss you off.”

  “Sure fucking worked,” I grumbled as relief flooded my system.

  “I didn’t even go home with him. I was just . . . so upset about that night at the bar, and . . . it’s really not smart for us to be together.” I watched her throat contract as she clenched her teeth together.

  “If it’s not smart for me to be with you like this, then I don’t want to be smart,” I muttered before trailing a tongue along the path my finger had just taken.

  “Lane . . .” she moaned softly as her fingers tangled in my hair.

  “You know you’re the only one I let call me that, right?” I turned her chin to me. I wanted her to know I was giving her something that no one else had. Because like it or not, I was getting more tangled up in Kat by the day, and not just for her sexy body that I liked to drive into at every moment possible. I liked her for so much more than that and it was at that moment that I knew I was in deep.

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  Chapter Sixteen

  Kat and I spent three days huddled in her house, waiting for the storm t
o pass, then the road to clear and the county to dig us out. Kat moaned that I’d plowed my way in here, why couldn’t I plow us back out. I made a sick joke about the only kind of plowing I wanted to do was into her. She feigned disgust until I pressed my head between her thighs and discovered just how much she liked it when I talked dirty.

  Those three days, in fact, had me wondering what it would be like to spend every day with her. Wake up with her tangled mess of red hair on my pillow; go to bed with her sexy ass pressed against me each night.

  She’d been consuming my thoughts the past few days since we’d been plowed out. Something had changed between us. I told her my sad story, at least part of it, and she’d told me what little she’d been willing to tell me, but it was enough. At least for now, I would take it as long as it meant seeing her. And see her I did. I wasn’t fighting us anymore. I wasn’t stupid enough to try and convince myself she was just a fuck. Finding a girl that I liked to ride my dick every night and talk to was a miracle in itself, and one I wasn’t about to let slip through my fingers.

  I’d seen her every day since life had resumed to normal. We went out for lunch, I brought her coffee and bagels in the morning, and each time, I snagged a kiss before I left for the marina. Best fucking way to start my morning. The only thing better would be pounding balls deep in her, but if that wasn’t in the cards, this was second best.

  But it wasn’t enough. Mornings and lunches were no longer enough.

  So here I sat with her, a week after the storm. We’d ordered takeout from the bar and were eating it at my place. We sat cross-legged on the living room floor, cartons spread out on the coffee table, eating and laughing, and I was thinking about asking her to stay over. Not that she hadn’t stayed before, but I wanted it to mean something this time. I was a straightforward kind of guy; I fucking hated beating around the bush and I refused to do it. I just hoped that I wouldn’t scare Kat off if I laid my cards on the table.