Hale

by K. Webster

  Wrong. He thinks it’s wrong. My heart sinks.

  “It’s illegal,” he finishes, but his hips rock against me.

  I love the way his hard cock rubs against my clit through my panties. His shorts are thin and I can feel every part of him. It’s hot and dizzying.

  “Nobody has to know.”

  He groans as if he’s torn. “If we ever crossed that line, I’d never be able to get back over it. I’d want you all the time and then someone would find out, baby. They’d turn us in and take us to jail. I can deal with prison, but you’re too sweet and pretty to be locked away.” His cock rubs harder and quicker against me. “I can’t even think about it.”

  “This is okay, though, right? We can come without going to prison,” I murmur.

  He bites my lip and pulls on it with his teeth before letting go. Fire blazes in his gaze. “Can you come like this?”

  “Can you?” I challenge.

  He hisses as he works his hips. “I can. I fucking will. I want you to come too.”

  “Keep doing that and I will.”

  His mouth presses kisses along my cheek and jaw until he’s breathing on my neck near my ear. It’s hot and turns me on. I dig my heels into his ass and knock his hat off his head so I can run my fingers through his messy hair.

  Like he already knows my body better than I do, he works his hips in a way that has me seeing stars quickly. When I start to shudder, an orgasm nearing, he nips at my earlobe.

  “If our lives were different and there weren’t stupid fucking laws, I’d pull your wet panties to the side and fuck you raw, Rylie. I’d be the one to take your virginity and earn all your screams of pleasure. You know I would, baby.”

  His words are too much. I throw my head back and give in to the orgasm that slices through me. He sucks hard on my neck and growls against my flesh. Each thrust becomes erratic and then his cock throbs between us as he reaches his own climax, soaking through his shorts. I turn to mush in his arms and relax. Lazily, he kisses my neck reverently.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  He pulls away, his green eyes glimmering with an emotion I know is mirrored in my own gaze. “I love you too.”

  My legs slide down and I stand. His eyes never leave mine as he slides his hand under my T-shirt and touches my pussy over my panties.

  “Soaked, heathen. You’re a mess.” His devilish smirk has my knees buckling. He pulls me against him as his grin widens. “You’re going to have to get cleaned up. I’m taking you out, birthday girl.”

  I blink at him. “You are?”

  “I promised you a tattoo. Unless you’ve chickened out?” He laughs and starts clucking like a chicken.

  “No, I didn’t chicken out, asshole.” I give him a playful shove. “I’m getting our last name in a pretty script along my ribs.” I run my finger along the spot.

  His gaze darkens as he rakes his gaze over my nipples that are hard and poking through my shirt. “What should I get?”

  “You’re really going to get one?”

  “Yep. Does it make me stupid if I want the same one?”

  Tears prickle at my eyes. “We’re the only Hales left. It’s not stupid, Huds.”

  He reaches up and runs a knuckle along my cheekbone, swiping away the rogue tear. “Well, good. Because I was going to get it anyway.” He motions at his shorts. “I need to shower. Give me a half hour and I’ll be ready to go.”

  I grab a fistful of his T-shirt and pull him to me. “I could shower with you.”

  His nostrils flare and his eyes flicker with desire. It makes me shiver. “I think that’s a very bad idea.”

  Frowning, I look away, embarrassed. “Oh.”

  He grips my jaw and tilts my head up. His lips press to mine gently. “Not because I don’t want to. I really fucking want to. It’s a bad idea because I’d do that very thing that will get us sent to prison. I’d fuck you, Rylie. I’d fuck you and there would be no turning back.”

  I swallow and try to look away, but his gaze is locked with mine. “No one would ever know,” I remind him. “I’d deny it until the day I died. Don’t you trust me?”

  “Of course I trust you. I don’t trust me.”

  “You’d tell on us?”

  He releases my jaw and kisses me again. So sweet. “No, I’d just not be able to stop touching you and kissing you and loving you for all to see. There would be no hiding it and that would be very bad for us.”

  I infected him, but now he’s sicker than me.

  Hudson

  The entire drive from Arkansas to Missouri, I promised myself I’d keep my distance. I’d see her but not touch her. All that flew out the damn window the moment I caught her looking so fucking sad on the bed. Alone. On her birthday. Before she flew into my arms, half naked, I knew my pep talk was pointless.

  I want Rylie so much it’s making me fucking crazy.

  It’s more than wanting what I’m not supposed to have.

  It’s just her.

  Her scent. Her rare smiles. Her wide pale brown eyes. Her luscious lips. Her sweet voice. Her fucking everything.

  For years I was with Amy and most of those I swore I was in love with her. But the buzzing in my veins when I’m with Rylie is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. She’s all I can think about. All I care about. What I have for her is more than love. Not only do we have the love and attraction and chemistry between a man and a woman, but we also have the same history and familial experiences added on top. Maybe that’s why incest is frowned upon. A double dose of love. A lethal amount of love. But too much love seems like a good problem to have.

  Dinner was nice. I took her to the same Italian restaurant my parents had been headed to when they were killed in the accident. Because of Rylie’s new fake ID, we were both able to drink wine in their honor. We reminisced and celebrated like our parents would have wanted us to.

  “You’re quiet. Are you nervous?” Rylie asks from the passenger seat of my truck.

  I squeeze her hand that’s tight in my grasp, resting on my lap. “I’m not nervous. Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She nods. “I’m ready.”

  I flash her a grin as I pull into a spot in front of the tattoo parlor. As soon as I shut off the car, I bring her hand up and kiss her knuckles before releasing her. “You look nice. Too nice,” I grumble.

  Her laugh is musical and so fucking sweet. “Thanks, I think.”

  My eyes rake over her navy-blue dress that hugs her thin body. It’s strapless and the small swell of her breasts gets my cock hard. It’ll be difficult to not want to punch fuckers in the face who check her out.

  “Before we go in, I wanted to give you your present.”

  She furls her brows together. “I thought the tattoo was my present.”

  “That’s your other present,” I say with a laugh.

  I pull the small box from my pocket and hand it to her. “I wanted you to have something that would make you think of me when I wasn’t there. And…” I grit my teeth. “And to remind you that if we had a different life, I’d give you everything.”

  Her throat bobs and her bottom lip trembles as she takes the box from me. She opens it and lets out a gasp. “It’s beautiful.”

  I exhale sharply in relief. “I’m glad you like it. I wanted something simple and not obvious to anyone but us.”

  She pulls the white gold necklace from the box and holds it up in front of her. Two gold rings hang from the chain. One is thicker and larger. The other one is thin and dainty. They’re wedding bands. Inexpensive. No detail. Simple. But the meaning behind them is everything.

  In another life, it could be us.

  I don’t have to explain it to her, she knows.

  Life is unfair. It stole our parents and pushed us together in a way no two siblings are supposed to love. And we can’t have it. We’re all we have left and we’re still as alone as can be.

  “Thank you, Hudson,” she murmurs tearfully. “Can you put it on me?”

 
“Of course. Pull your hair up.”

  She hands me the necklace and then sweeps her hair do the side, exposing her neck to me. It’s dark out and we’re in a seedy part of town. No one will know. Leaning forward, I kiss her skin where her neck meets her shoulder before I fasten the necklace around her. Once it’s in place, the rings hanging down just above her breasts, I run my fingers across her chest before sliding the tip of my pinky through both of the rings.

  “It looks good on you.” I reluctantly release the jewelry. Once we head inside, I’ll have to share her for hours. All I want is to hold her and kiss her, but it’s her birthday. She deserves the best birthday. “Let’s do this, heathen.”

  “All done, man. What do you think?” the tattoo artist named Mike asks.

  I stand from the chair and walk over to the mirror. When Rylie said she wanted Hale tattooed on her in my handwriting, I decided I wanted to do the same but with her handwriting. The black ink has her neat flourishes scrawled across my ribs. Soon, she’ll have a matching tattoo.

  “Looks awesome. I love it.”

  Rylie walks over to me and admires it with a smile. “I love it too.”

  I give her a wink and her cheeks turn slightly pink.

  “Did it hurt?”

  “Fuck yes, it did,” I say with a laugh. “But you’re tough. You’ve got this.”

  “You’re next, little lady,” Mike says and slaps the chair. “I’m going to step out and have a smoke. That’ll give you a chance to pull your dress down so I can get to those ribs and get settled.” He pulls the door closed behind him.

  A flare of jealousy rises up inside of me knowing he’ll be touching her bare skin soon.

  “You can’t murder the tattoo guy,” Rylie says, giggling.

  Fuck, her giggles are an instant mood lifter. I go from wanting to kill a man to wanting to tickle her just to hear it again.

  “Come here,” I order, my voice husky.

  Her eyes burn with intensity. I know whatever I’m thinking about her, she seems to be mirroring those thoughts. I motion for her to turn her back to me. Gripping the zipper, I tug it down to her ass. The dress starts to slide off, but she holds it to her chest. Her back is naked.

  “This dress has a built in bra,” she explains.

  I splay my palm over her back and run my middle finger down her spine. “I don’t like that he’ll see you naked.”

  She turns her head and whispers, “I’m yours, Hudson. Only yours.”

  My cock reacts, but then I hear Mike talking to someone just outside the door. I pull my hand away and she settles on the chair. She looks so fucking sexy straddling the chair with her back exposed. I’d give up everything in this world just to be able to claim her as mine. To freely kiss and touch her. To fuck and love her how I want to.

  “How big do you want it?” I ask as I pick up the same marker she used for my tattoo and pull off the cap.

  “The same size as yours.”

  I sit on the chair and splay my palm on her back again, thankful for the excuse to touch her. Slowly and carefully, I sign my last name along her ribs. A sense of possessiveness washes over me at seeing my last name on her body.

  “I like it,” I mutter as I admire my handiwork.

  “Then I’ll love it.”

  “Come on,” I say as I lock the front door behind us. She giggles as I drag her through the darkened house and into the kitchen. I release her hand to lift the lid off the cardboard container. “What the fuck?”

  She turns on the kitchen light. “You got me a cake!” Then her sweet laughter fills the kitchen. “Well, you got Heather a cake.”

  “That little asshole at the counter had to be told three times how to spell heathen and he still fucked it up.” I grumble as I try to drag the pink icing with my pinky on the “r” down to make it look like an “n.” “I knew I should have checked it before I left the store.”

  “It’s the thought that counts,” she says, her brown eyes twinkling with delight. “Dad was always in charge of the cakes and they always came out special.”

  I grin because Dad would always get so pissed when they’d fuck the cakes up. But after enough times of us all laughing at his over-the-top reactions, I almost wonder if he didn’t sabotage the cakes on purpose after that.

  Her smile falls and as she no doubt remembers our father. “I miss him.”

  “I miss him too.” Playfully, I swipe her cheek with the icing on my pinky. Her squeal gets my dick hard.

  “You ass!” She swats at me, but I grab her wrist and pull her to me.

  “You want me to clean it off?” I tease as I pin her with my hips against the bar. I grip her chin and lick her cheek. She squirms and yells, but the laughter that freely flows from both of us unlocks something inside of me.

  Hope. Love. Excitement. Happiness.

  All the feelings I danced around my entire life but never partnered up with have finally begun to find their rhythm.

  “Don’t you want to have more than this?”

  “I just love her,” I say, trying again, but my argument has weakened.

  “But you may not in four years. I want you to experience life a little bit. Then, if Amy and you are still together, I wish you both the best.”

  Looking back, the way I felt for Amy was strong, but it wasn’t this overpowering, thrilling, soul-branding sensation that has burned through me the moment I began to give in to my desires for Rylie.

  Rylie is everything.

  Her gaze has softened and she’s no longer squirming. She’s staring up at me as if I’m her whole world. The feeling is mutual. I slide my palms to her face and then thread my fingers into her hair. Tilting her head back, I stare at her plump lips that have now parted. Everyfuckingthing about her is worth my time. I could stare at her all day long and never get bored.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur.

  “So are you, Hudson.”

  Now that we’re free of prying eyes, I kiss her slowly. Softly at first. Then, I hungrily nip and suck at her fat bottom lip. Her moans are all for me and I wring more of them from her by the way I easily dominate her mouth. A groan rumbles through me when her palms slide up my chest over my shirt.

  I want to do everything with her.

  All the things Mom promised were waiting for me.

  Why does the universe have to be such a cunt?

  This is worse than some cosmic trick. This is cosmic sadism.

  Pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips, I murmur out my complaint. “We were meant to be together. I can fucking feel it with everything I am. It’s not fair, Ry.”

  “Nobody has to know,” she whispers, her fingers twisting in the fabric of my shirt. “We can kiss and touch and do stuff. We can be together.”

  “But we can’t do that,” I bite out, the anger for the situation, not her.

  “So we won’t do that, but we can do this.” She pulls my wrist and I release her hair. I’m guided down to her perky tit over her dress.

  “This feels fucking perfect,” I growl against her lips. Tugging at the top of her dress, I expose her breasts to me. “This feels even better.” I cup her sweet tit and then rub my thumb over her hardened nipple. “This kept me going all those weeks without you. The image of this little nipple between my teeth.” I pull slightly away and take in the beautiful sight. Her cheeks are flushed and her nostrils flare as she greedily drinks me in. I love that her brown, glossy hair is messy from where I’d been gripping her. I like her messy for me. “I may not be able to fuck you, baby, but I can suck on these until you can’t take it anymore.”

  “It’ll never be enough,” she cries out when I pinch her.

  No, it won’t be.

  “It’s all we have, heathen.”

  “Then let’s take it while we can.”

  I bend over and bring my mouth to her tit. The nipple is peaked, desperate for attention. Flicking my tongue out, I run it across the bud and taste her. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

  She whimpers and t
ugs at my hair. “More.”

  I chuckle and pull away, regarding her wickedly. “We have all night. But first…” I nod my head toward the cake box. “We have some cake, Heather.”

  An unladylike snort escapes her. “Ugh, fine. Cake first. Teeth later.” She pulls her dress back up over her breasts, but my cock doesn’t get the memo that we’ve changed plans.

  “You’ll be the death of me,” I groan.

  “You won’t get away from me that easy, big brother.”

  Rylie

  The cake is delicious despite it having someone else’s name on it. Him going through the effort to get me the cake is much sweeter than the dessert itself. Hudson is back, our aunt and uncle are gone, and we’re free to just be. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had, even if we did have to use plastic utensils because Aunt Becky locked up all the knives before she left.

  Once we’ve eaten our fill on cake and turned all the lights back off, we head upstairs. Hudson grabs his backpack along the way. My nerves are frayed. I just want him so bad that I can barely focus. When we reach my room, he sets his bag on the bed and unzips it.

  “Change into something cozy. We’re going to watch movies,” he tells me as he digs around in the bag.

  I huff in frustration. “Maybe I don’t want to watch movies.”

  “Careful, birthday girl,” he growls, his green eyes blazing as he looks over his shoulder at me. “I don’t want to have to spank you.”

  “Ha-ha,” I deadpan.

  He laughs. “There’s no rush, heathen. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

  My shoulders relax when he goes back on his hunt. This feels familiar. Watching movies with my brother. I walk over to my dresser and rummage until I find an oversized T-shirt I’d stolen from Hudson back in his high school days. It’s gigantic and has holes all in it, but Hale is emblazoned across the back and I love it.

  I slip into the bathroom to freshen up and make sure I look okay. My eyes seem lighter and glisten with happiness. I’m unfamiliar with the eyes staring back at me. I like these eyes, though. I’d love to see more of them. Reaching behind me, I unzip the dress and let it fall to the floor. My nipple is still red from where he nipped at it. I want him to bite me everywhere.