Outlaws: A Romance Anthology

by Yolanda Olson

  Ciaran comes over, wraps his arm around my waist, and whispers in my ear, “Sorry, baby. Cameron made me realize what an ass I’ve been this evening. He’s gone home now—he has an early start tomorrow.”

  His breath is now minty. I can still detect the acrid stench of alcohol beneath the mint, but at least it’s not turning my stomach anymore. I lean up and kiss his cheek, which is still slightly damp. As our wedding song comes on, he leads me out onto the dance floor and my mind flies back to five years ago tonight when we first danced to this as husband and wife, when things were much less complicated and painful.

  Ciaran’s hands are steady and his arms are warm as he holds me close. I’ve missed being this way with him. I rest my head on his chest while we dance, and I inhale deeply. As the warm musky fragrance of body wash, faintly mixed with his natural scent, reaches my nose, my heart skips a beat and I have to try not to freeze on the spot.

  “Cameron?” I whisper, so quietly only he can hear.

  His hands tighten on my body, and his own heart rate spikes, thumping violently against my ear.

  “Don’t let anyone know,” he mumbles, “Ciaran was too out of it to function properly, so I sent him home in a cab. He’ll be waiting for you at home. It’s the benefit of being identical twins. I doubt anyone will be sober enough to realize we’ve swapped places.”

  I lean back to look up at him, losing myself in his warm brown eyes. The weight of his sincerity and concern for me is so potent in his gaze that I have to look away, but I don’t break out of his arms. I let him continue to hold me while I try to stamp down the guilty wish that I was his instead of his brother’s.

  No one must ever know I feel this way about him. I can never admit to anyone that, as Ciaran slowly derailed and sunk into a fierce depression, the love I had for him began to fade. That loss sparked my need and desire for Cameron to return, this time with a vengeance.

  Chapter Three

  Cameron

  Drastic Behavior

  The feel of Willow in my arms, cuddling up to me for comfort on that dance floor last month is still lingering in my mind. I’ve lost count of how many times these past few weeks I’ve jacked off to the memory of her body against mine. I can’t even begin to start processing the anger I’m feeling toward Ciaran for missing that important part of the evening. But he was too drunk and high to stay there.

  I keep telling myself that I won’t cover for him anymore, but I couldn’t stand by and watch him disrespect Willow as he made a spectacle of them both in front of our family. She may not want me that way anymore—the hesitance in the movement of her mouth when I kissed her after our anniversary dance only proved that to me even further—but I still want her.

  My brother’s wasting her love by continuing to drown himself in his own lack of self-worth. I hope when he woke up the next morning he felt some level of regret for the way he behaved that night, and any of the other times before. He needs to get his shit together and start owning his damn consequences.

  I’m just wrapping up for the day when my phone pings with a message from Ciaran.

  Ciaran: Thanks for the tips, bro. Things are going much better with Willow.

  Ciaran: ‘Attachment’

  I nearly drop my phone when the picture loads. I don’t think he meant to send me this, but I’m too stunned to be angry with him. The angle isn’t very good, and judging by the way the camera was positioned, Willow took this herself. The negligee she’s wearing barely covers her tits, and I can see the darker color of her nipples through the lacy white fabric, but it’s the matching blindfold and teasing glimpse of her pussy that makes my pants tighten painfully as my dick strains against them. Fuck.

  My mouth waters as I fumble with my phone, zooming in to look more closely at her perky tits and the soft blush, coloring her skin—probably in response to her own boldness. An idea begins to form, a fucking terrible one, but I’m already shutting down my laptop and hurtling out the door before I can stop myself. Willow is dressed like that because of me, because of my advice to Ciaran at their anniversary party. I should be happy for them that things are starting to improve between them, but I’m not. I’m too far lost in my rage and desire for Willow to think straight.

  Hopping into my car, I drive to their home, which is a few blocks away from my own one-bedroom house. It’s been a while since I came by for a visit, so no one will be expecting me, no one will even think I’ve been here. I have maybe forty-five minutes until Ciaran gets home from work. He works for some small business firm, but last I heard they were going under and will probably be going to liquidation in another month or two. Given his history with alcohol, the chances are that Ciaran will be made redundant.

  Parking on the driveway, I walk up the path and let myself in with the key they gave me when they first moved here. I also use it when I come to feed Willow’s cat, Amy, whenever they go on vacation. I enter through the front door, shutting it behind me and locking it just as Amy comes strolling out of the living room with a small meow and starts rubbing around my legs, purring. I bend down to stroke her, and she saunters off with her tail in the air.

  “Willow?” I call out, sliding my shoes off my feet.

  She doesn’t answer, but her coat and purse are on their hook by the door, so I know she’s home. I walk through the house, noting how little has changed in the months since I’ve been here, and make my way up the stairs and along the hallway to her bedroom.

  Pushing through the door and stepping over the threshold, I pause, taking in the vision that greets me. The photo didn’t do her justice. Willow is fucking stunning, and if anything the years have only enhanced her curves, making her look like a fucking meal, and I’m suddenly famished.

  She turns to face me when the door clicks shut behind me, but the blindfold covering her pretty green eyes obscures me from her sight. Ciaran really doesn’t appreciate how remarkable this woman is. Her kindness and intelligence are paired with a soft beauty, both inside and out. I was a fool for walking away before, but now I’ve no intention of doing anything but exploring the planes of her body.

  “Welcome home,” she says in a sultry voice that makes my dick jump.

  I’m going to enjoy this.

  “Baby, I’ve been rock fucking hard ever since I saw that sexy picture in my inbox. I couldn’t wait to get home to you,” I tell her, already unbuttoning my shirt and pants on my way toward the bed.

  Willow doesn’t know it’s me and has no reason to believe I’m anyone other than Ciaran. She sent that photo to him, not me, but I’m too selfish not to reap the benefits of the advice I gave my brother. Especially since he may as well have offered her up to me when he accidentally forwarded that photo. It doesn’t take me long to get undressed and climb onto the bed next to Willow. Lying down, I gently tug her on top of me so I can see her clearly. She squirms when my erection rubs against her pussy, and I roll my hips against her… teasing her.

  “I’m gonna fill you up with this in a minute, but first I need to fucking taste you.”

  I grab her ass, and lifting her up, I slide down until I’m lying flat on the bed with my head between her legs, and her pussy is in reach of my mouth. Her reaction, the moment I swipe her clit with the tip of my tongue, is instant. Her surprised whimper fills the air, and when I repeat the action and begin alternating between flicking the tiny bundle of nerves with my tongue and sucking on it, her back bows and she grabs the headboard for support.

  I flatten my tongue against her, soaking it in her juices before delving it deeply into her slick cunt, and Willow lets out a throaty moan. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I give her a sharp spank that makes her squeal, and her pussy tightens around my tongue in a way that makes my already hard dick painfully stiff. She’s panting and shuddering by the time I finally lower her from my face. I’m eager to invade the space my tongue just filled with my dick.

  Willow is still shaking, and her cheeks are red and flushed from her orgasm, but I’m nowhere near done with her. A quick gl
ance at the clock on the nightstand tells me I have nearly thirty-five minutes left to fill, and I intend to do plenty of that before I leave. Lowering her body so she’s straddling me, I line my dick up with Willow’s pussy, teasing her again with the tip. Her soft moan vibrates through me when I thrust into her, and the sensation of her hot, tight pussy strangling my dick almost makes me come.

  Grabbing her by the back of her head, I bring her down to kiss me, forcing her to taste herself on my tongue as I fuck her mouth and pussy simultaneously. I slam into her, and she groans, breaking the kiss as she gasps, “Oh God. Right there.”

  I lean up, and holding her in place with a hand on her hips and an arm around her waist, I wrap my lips around her nipple through the lace and bite gently on the tip before moving to the other one. Willow whimpers, and her hands tangle in my hair as I begin to circle the sensitive little peaks with my tongue while grinding my hips against her clit with every thrust.

  Running my hands down her back, my fingertips travel over her soft skin until they reach her pale fleshy ass, and the sudden urge to mark it and make it mine rears its head. With an evil grin, I lift her off me and position her on her knees on the bed, before moving behind her. I squeeze her ass in my hands, and then bring my face down and bite her there, eliciting a surprised yelp of pain as I plunge two fingers into her already drenched pussy. Her moan quickly overtakes her whimper, and I release her, satisfied when I see the dark bite mark on her ass.

  Pulling out my fingers, I grip onto her hips as I line my cock up and ram it back into her in one quick stroke right to the hilt. Her gasp and whimper of pain as I fill her completely is mouthwatering. This girl was made for my cock. I lightly brush her asshole with my finger and teasingly pump into her. She shudders beneath me, and without giving her warning or time to adjust, I burrow two fingers into her tight little hole. Her squeal followed by the instant clenching of her pussy around my dick and her ass squeezing my fingers makes me groan.

  Fuck, I can't wait to tear into this juicy ass with my cock, but this feels too good to stop now. I fuck her pussy violently, enjoying how much deeper this position allows me to go while I continue moving my fingers in and out of her ass in time with my thrusts. I won't last much longer. My other hand is tightly gripping her hip to hold her in place, and the confusion of pleasure and pain pouring from her mouth only spurs me on.

  Her holes clamping down around my dick and fingers as she cries out and comes nearly sends me over the edge with her, but I manage to hold myself back. Fuck, she's so tight, and her pulsing muscles squeezing my dick feel goddamn divine. She continues to moan as I pound into her, increasing my pace and depth until I drive in deeply one final time and fill her with my cum.

  Another glance at the clock tells me Ciaran will be home very soon. Withdrawing from her warm body, I quickly get dressed and wash my hands. Leaving my brother’s exhausted wife sleeping on the bed with my cum soaking the sheets beneath her, I silently promise myself that I’ll be back for more. Even if she’d seen my face, it’s unlikely she would’ve been able to tell who was fucking her just now.

  Smirking, I quickly and quietly take my leave. It wouldn't do for him to catch me here, although I wish I could be there to see his face when he finds his well-fucked wife passed out and more satisfied than she could ever be with him. My brother and I are a lot alike, barring the fact that I know exactly what to do with a woman like her. I can take Willow to heights she never dreamed of, far beyond anything either of us had before. She is a fallen fucking angel, and I’m the devil who is seducing her away from the light.

  Ciaran doesn’t deserve her, and for that matter, neither do I—that’s not going to stop me, though. I may have had my head up my ass when we were together before, but I’m back now, and I’m no longer going to stand idly by. It’s time to show her which brother she should’ve married.

  Chapter Four

  Willow

  Aftermath

  I’m woken by Ciaran’s hand roughly shaking me, and I roll over to look up at him. Remembering the blindfold on my face, I tug it up to look at him.

  “Mmm,” I groan, smiling up at him.

  Ciaran’s eyes are dark, and angry. “Where is he?

  “Where is who?” I frown in confusion, but then everything that happened before I fell asleep comes rushing back and my heart drops into my stomach. “Wait, when did you get home?”

  “Just now. I came straight up here when I got back and I find you like this, passed out and looking like you’ve been fucked half to death, with a goddamned bite mark on your ass!” he thunders.

  “I thought it was you!” I shriek, my mind whirling at a million miles a minute...then it hits me. Oh, God. It must have been Cameron. I thought Ciaran’s touch felt different, now I know why.

  I twist my body, trying to see the bite mark, and can just about make out the angry red indents that are already showing signs of bruising. I look back up at Ciaran’s face, and I can’t stop the tears falling. His hard eyes soften and his shoulders drop, but the firm set of his mouth doesn’t relax.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” I croak, and getting to my feet, I pad across the carpet into the en suite bathroom.

  I turn on the water and let the soothing sound of the spray hitting the tiles calm my racing heart. While I wait for the water to heat up, I quickly relieve myself, then brush my teeth and untangle the knots in my hair. Slipping out of my underwear, I let the lacy fabric drop to the floor, and I stare at myself in the full length mirror. Finally able to see the bite clearly, my eyes widen in shock at the depth of the teeth marks and the swelling around it. I gently poke it, hissing through my teeth at how tender it is to the touch.

  A quiet knock on the door makes me jump, and I mentally scold myself for reacting that way. “Come in,” I call out, and Ciaran opens the door.

  His shirt is off, and though he is less defined than he used to be, he’s still handsome, and he still arouses my desire. Even if he doesn’t rouse my heart anymore. His brown eyes drag slowly down my body and his lips quirk into a grin that forcibly reminds me of Cameron. They’re identical twins, but they couldn’t be more different.

  “I’m just about to get in the shower,” I tell him pointedly, and when he starts undressing I can’t help the sigh that escapes.

  “I thought I’d join you,” he bites out, and his jaw ticks with irritation, but he doesn’t stop removing his clothes.

  I turn my back on him and get in the shower, but just as I step under the spray, I’m pushed against the cold tiles. I’m trapped between him and the wall of the shower. The high pitched squeal that bursts from my lips when he spanks the bite mark is muffled by the wall. When he spins me around to face him, I don’t even get the chance to tell him to stop before he’s kissing me and holding me with such fury I feel a spark of fear flow through me.

  “Ciaran,” I manage to whimper, and he growls against my mouth.

  “I want to fuck him out of you. If I ever find out who it was, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”

  “What do you mean?” I frown, as various different scenarios unfold in my head.

  He snorts, “Never mind that, get on your knees, baby. I want your mouth around my cock.”

  “Can I at least wash off?” I snap.

  “Wash my cock with your mouth, and then you can shower. If you wanted to be treated like a filthy whore you only had to ask.”

  “I didn’t ask for anything!”

  “I don’t give a fuck if you did, I want my dick sucked. On your knees, now!”

  I clench my teeth together—he’s never spoken to me like this before. Is he fucking high? I lower myself to my knees and wrap my lips around his cock, and his sharp exhale when my tongue touches him almost makes me smile. He can treat me like shit, but when my mouth is on him like this, he’s the one who’s weak.

  For a couple of minutes he lets me control the pace and depth, but then he starts to take over. He jerks his hips forward, penetrating my throat with every thrust, and w
ith the water pouring down over my head and nose, it’s making me feel like I’m drowning. I can hardly breathe, and my body feels as though I’m paralyzed. My head starts to spin, and dizziness washes over me, making it even harder to concentrate. Suddenly, he stops, buried to the hilt in my mouth and throat, my nose pressed against his skin, and then he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. Now I really can’t breathe.

  Hot jets of cum shoot down my throat, but I can’t even get enough oxygen to gag. Ciaran pulls out, and the last few squirts of cum hit my face as I hunch over, gasping and choking down air. The room is still spinning, and though I feel weightless, my body is being dragged down. As exhaustion rips through me, I slump to the floor of the shower, and my eyelids flutter closed.

  Hours later I wake up, still in the shower, although the water has been switched off. I’m shivering, soaked through, and feel as though I’ve spent hours screaming instead of sleeping. Rubbing my achy throat gently with my hand, I sigh, knowing that I’ll be wearing turtlenecks for a few weeks. I slowly stand on shaking legs and switch the water on. I whimper at the heat but force myself under the spray until I’ve stopped shivering. When the tightness in my muscles has loosened and my hands are steady and warm, I quickly scrub myself from head to toe, and get out, grabbing my towel off the heated rack.

  I moan at the instant rush of warmth and comfort that goes through me as I wrap the fluffy towel around my naked body. After closing the lid to the toilet, I sit down with the towel still pulled tightly around me and close my eyes. I don’t know what the hell has come over Ciaran. I understand his anger, but he should know me well enough by now—I’d never willingly betray him. Things have seemed so much better between us lately, despite our numerous problems. We’ve been attending counseling, and working on our marriage, even experimenting to try and rekindle the spark. Then this happened.