Unravel

by Tara Lynn

  “What?”

  I leaned in, annoyed at the armrests keeping us apart. Rett cast a glance at me and shook his head at the floor.

  “I tried to protect you and I failed. It was better to stop trying.”

  “I didn’t need to be protected from you. I just needed you.”

  Rett said nothing. The TV chittered on in the background, the words utterly foreign. I took deep breaths and the fire in my stomach dulled.

  “Why did you need to protect me from yourself?” I said.

  He glanced at me and returned to his silence.

  “Rett.” My voice was soft now. I couldn’t give him my fury when he couldn’t handle it.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Why did you leave? It’s not cause we argued is it? There’s more.”

  He folded his arms and stared straight ahead. “I made some bad calls.”

  “What sort of bad calls?”

  He shook his head. “The sort of shit that only the MC could rescue me from.”

  “Was it about me?”

  He studied my face a good long while. “No,” he said, finally. “This was about me.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “There’s nothing to understand. Mistakes were made, and the MC rescued me from them.”

  “You didn’t join them for a year after.”

  “I didn’t have the cut for a year. But I was with the club since…we were apart.”

  He was hiding something, but I couldn’t see through the crinkled slits his eyes had become. He was hurt, from what I didn’t know, but it looked as deep as what I carried.

  I didn’t want to make him pay for anything. I just wanted him to be who he used to be. I wanted us both to be whole again. The fire wiped out of me.

  “Fine, you don’t have to tell me,” I said, finally. “I guess I can’t blame you for wanting to get away.”

  His face went grim and earnest. “I never said anything about wanting to go away. Not now, not back then.”

  My mouth parted, but it took a moment for more than my breath to rush out. “Well, like I said. You don’t have to. I’ll behave.”

  Even as I said the words, a memory of his breath rushed in my ears.

  Good girl.

  A shiver ran down my spine.

  “So you’re fine with this?” he said. “You’re fine with us just sitting here watching TV.”

  I looked at the leather cut, all that it stood for, all that I didn’t know. “I mean I still don’t like seeing that on you.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You want to see me with it off?”

  I took a long look at the hard muscle straining against the leather. The vision popped into my head so quickly – the sight of his chest moving, bare and glistening. I could see it as clear as if it were in front of me. The fire in me hadn’t burned out at all, just shifted hues.

  No smile traced Rett’s lips anymore. My breath stalled.

  He leaned in, his face close enough to mine to feel the heat. “You’re not drunk now, so maybe I should ask: what exactly do you want?”

  All the weeks, the months, the soft kisses, the wet remembrances, it all came spinning back. My legs felt like they might fall apart. Another moment, and I’d be unable to walk.

  I stayed right where I was. “I want us to be who we were,” I whispered.

  “We can’t go back,” he murmured. “There’s time and trouble in between then and now. We can only be who we’ve become.”

  “I know.”

  His voice dropped, his face dipped ever closer. “But you still want it don’t you? You still want what pieces there are to be had.”

  I knew what he was asking, his lips lay so close. If I gave the word, I could have them.

  But in the moment, I faltered. “I don’t know what I want.”

  A wave of disappointment washed over me. Why couldn’t I just say it?

  Rett’s hand landed on my wrist, light but firm. “You just spent five minutes chewing me out for letting you go three years ago. I thought it was what you would have wanted then, but it wasn’t. I don’t think it’s what you want now.”

  His breath was slow and heavy - in time with mine. My sight dimmed, only his lips clear.

  I should leave. I stood, but his hand curled around my wrist.

  “I’m tired of guessing,” he said. “I can’t ever fucking do it right. Just tell me what you want.”

  His mouth, his face, sat right above my waist, right above the center which was heating up. I could still stop this, still just run away. He was in his MC cut. Why wasn't that dampening this? How was this falling out of my control?

  Because I could see him underneath. Not just what he wanted, but who he was deep down.

  And, yes, how undeniably gorgeous his body had become. I had no shame in that. I should be proud. I never thought I’d feel for anyone again. With Rett, I didn’t have to. I just had to remember.

  With his hand on mine, I finally found the strength to voice the truth.

  “I want you.”

  He rose slowly, moving higher and higher above me. His hand fell to my waist.

  “You were upset that I was away from you this week,” he murmured. His thumb nudged under my skirt, ran electric along my skin.

  “Yes.” I shut my eyes.

  He pulled me tight, and his voice thrummed in my ear. “You wanted us to do something more when I got back.”

  “Yeah.” I pressed a palm against his firm abs. How could this be real?

  “Are you sure?” His forehead nudged mine up. His eyes were clouded in lust, but a dim smile played at his lips. “Are you really sure you want this?”

  “It’s so wrong though.”

  “Not yet.” He pecked me on the lips. “But it's about to be.”

  His hand gripped my rear and lifted my mouth to his. I weighed nothing to him. My strength meant nothing against his. I tried to kiss him back, but he simply consumed me. His lips parted mine, his tongue invaded me, and his hand held me so I couldn’t move.

  I didn’t have anywhere I wanted to be. I wound my legs around his and clung on tighter.

  “Fuck, Liza,” he nearly growled, pulling away an instant. “You know how much I've been aching for you?”

  “You didn't look like it.”

  “I didn't know you were as bad as I was.”

  “I was.” I planted a long, deep kiss him. “I wanted you so bad, it scared me.”

  Rett latched me to him and pulled my mouth tight to his.

  “You’re right,” he said between another deep kiss. “This is so fucking wrong.”

  “God, keep saying that.”

  He bit my neck. “So fucking wrong.”

  I sighed out to the ceiling. If it was going to be wrong, it might as well be wrong in every way.

  “The things I want your body to do for me aren't even legal anymore.” He cupped my breast, and drank in the sigh that broke out of me.

  “Good thing you’re in the MC then,” I heard myself say. “I want you in me. Come in me right here.”

  His eyes went wide. My own panties sat soaking against me. His hands undid my jeans, and crept them down. The sheer strength of him seared my thighs. I wanted to spread myself wide for him, but I didn't want to leave his body until he had me bare.

  I hugged his head with my arms and drew him down to me. Every part of me ached for him.

  He flicked his own belt off and shoved his pants down. His cock sprang out hard and long. I cupped the shaft, and he sighed like I’d pierced him, like I was releasing a well of pressure.

  “You like that?” I said.

  “I fucking love it,” he said. “You’re so small. I’m gonna be so deep inside you.”

  My knees nearly buckled. I started stroking him, knowing I wouldn't be happy until the full length of this filled the cavern that had opened up inside me.

  Rett held my shoulders loosely and stood there entranced by my touch. The mighty Everett Tull brought to a still by my little hands. Only I had thi
s power over him.

  I placed my head on his thick chest and began stroking harder and faster. He clutched me to him and grunted, squeezing me. His cock leaked onto my hand. He was getting ready for me. My ache throbbed between my legs, but my mouth was watering now.

  I peered up at him as innocent as I could. “Do you want your stepsister to put you in her mouth?”

  “I do,” he said, but as I bent down he clutched my shoulders. “But I’d rather just fuck your brains out.”

  My voice vanished to a dot. “Ok,” I whispered.

  He pushed me over to the sofa, pulled me onto his lap. My head spun, but he adjusted me. His cock throbbed up against my slit.

  I shivered. It had been so long. What if I’d closed up?

  “We’ve waited too long for this,” he said, a command in my ear. “No longer.”

  My fears vanished. He gripped my hips tenderly and slid the length of him in.

  “Oh,” I sounded in my ears like I was falling off a building. Reeling back to a place I had spent so much time climbing from, but it felt so right.

  He went so deep, so smooth. His slick fullness sated every point of pleasure in me.

  “You like that, baby?” he said, pulling back and running into me again.

  “Oh, god, Rett,” I whimpered, trying to reach back, trying to grab him.

  He moved my hand tenderly back to the cushions. “You're going to need to hold on, baby,” he said. “I’m gonna fuck you hard enough to make up for 3 years.”

  His fingers curled deeper into my hip, and he delivered his promise. His cock started slamming into me with hard, swift strokes. His strength collided against my body, pressing him in beyond belief.

  My world was unending bliss. The feel of him in me was a white hot ecstasy. Even the wet sound of us against each other rang sharp in my ears. He swelled harder inside me, groaning as our pleasure built on each other.

  My body felt like a dam rupturing, now. Rett had made me come the first time we were together, but it’d been so long. He was about to do it all over again.

  Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped me down on my back. He propped one leg over me on the sofa and then entered me from the front.

  Half our clothes were scattered across the furniture, but is cut still hung heavy off him. Sweat dripped off him onto me. He looked like he did out on the field, mighty and sexy and utterly spent.

  He saw me watching him and dove down with a kiss. The press of his body against mine rode down my spine, lit a fuse.

  “I'm gonna come,” I groaned out between our lips.

  “Then I’m coming with you, girl,” he sighed

  I clawed his hair and sang out in his ear, and then my vision exploded. I shook so hard on that cushion that I lifted him clean out. He plunged back in, flush through my waves, but he was throbbing.

  “Fuck,” he said, lost somewhere beyond us.

  “Come for me,” I whispered urgently.

  His eyes opened. “Yes, ma'am.”

  He pulled out. Thick, hot warmth coated my bare belly.

  We sat there panting, eyes slowly going back to focus. He blinked a few times. Or maybe I did. The world felt clear and far away at once.

  “Good?” he said.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  He smiled and kissed me.

  Then he peeked up. “Oh, fuck.”

  He shot to his feet and began hurling clothes at me.

  “What?” I said.

  The door knob started rattling behind us. All the peace left my body. I grabbed my stuff, ending up with both sets of our underwear.

  “Come on!” I grabbed Rett's hand, and we pounded up the steps.

  The door creaked open behind us. I panted. So freaking close. This whole thing was dangerous from the deep down.

  “You shower first,” Rett whispered. His cock still stood gloriously erect. “All I have on me is sweat.”

  I snorted, threw his boxers at him and hurried into the bathroom.

  But after the shower got on and I stood washing away the mess of what we'd done, I stood fighting two opposing thoughts.

  One, that I wanted him in this shower with me.

  And two, that this fire that’d just been lit would burn down every last thing I’d built.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Everett

  I dreamed of her that night. I saw her mounting me, riding me, sliding on again and again. I had her by the hips, but she chose the speed, the rhythm, the force and even then moaned each time as if my cock didn’t stop being a revelation.

  I woke up, full mast and sweating at the nightmare of our reality.

  I had fucked my stepsister yesterday.

  I'd been smart enough to stay away when our matters didn’t extend past us. But with our parents hitched, any hint of what happened yesterday would be a public affair. People in this town had little but their honor, and spreading your stepsister's legs past your shoulders would undo any I had earned.

  My trophy case at the school would be reduced to shards. My varsity jacket might as well become an orange jumpsuit. Jethro and Clash spoke the world of the weight my name carried around these parts. If they found out, I might just lose my cut – and that cut protected me from a lot of things I’d done with it on. I’d have nothing left, maybe not even my life.

  Liza’s name would run through the mud too, but at least she’d get out of town soon enough. Me, I’d be broken. I’d be a bigger fuck-up than my old man.

  But fuck if any of that was on my mind when I went out into the hall and saw her stepping out of the bathroom, steaming and soft, wearing nothing but a lilac towel.

  She was soft and white and lush and inviting, her darkened blonde hair clinging to her back. My gaze cut clear through the fuzzy cloth, filling in the blanks on what lay underneath.

  “Good morning,” I said, with an extra harshness hitting my voice.

  “Hey.” She smiled nervously, but it became genuine as her doe eyes sized up my shoulders. I had on only my boxers.

  “How was your evening?” I said.

  “You mean after...”

  The master bedroom door was shut. I pressed in, savoring the strawberry dew drifting off her.

  “After we screwed each other's brains out.” I pressed near her neck and inhaled just off her skin.

  “My brains were mostly intact actually,” she whispered in my ear. “I was using them to get some work done.”

  “It’s just a switch for you?” I said. “You perform and you forget.”

  “I didn't forget a thing. I just...don't know if it's a great idea to remember.” Her smiled dipped. She grew very interested in the hardwood floor.

  I lifted a strand of her hair above her ear. “I’m not remembering a thing. All I'm thinking about now is what I'm feeling about what's in front of me.”

  Her cheeks glowed at that. “What exactly do you feel?”

  I brought her hand to the hard pole lifting out of my shorts. She gasped as she touched, as if it already had entered her. “You can find out exactly what I feel,” I said.

  I moved towards the bathroom, drawing her behind me.

  “Rett, we should talk first.”

  “We can still talk with my cock buried in you.”

  She gulped visibly. Watching her slender neck go red nearly drove me mad.

  “I just showered,” she whispered in protest.

  “There’s a spot that you missed. Let me get it for you.”

  I tucked us in and shut the door behind us. The room was small and cozy, just a tub and a toilet and a small bowl sink. She waited meekly by the wall. I sank viciously onto her, kissing her mouth open until my tongue could press against hers, move it to life.

  I cupped her bare bottom under the towel and hoisted her up around me. She finally started to respond.

  “Oh god, Rett,” she gasped, wrapping firmly atop. “What are we doing? Our parents are home!”

  “I don't care,” I said, sinking my teeth into her neck. All I wanted was to claim her, to
let it be known she was mine again. The costs were distant against the feel of her body tight against mine. We’d just be quiet. As long as we were wrapped up in here, nothing wrong could happen.