by Nan Comargue
Nik took his time lapping up her juices, working his fingers to expose every cranny and search out every fugitive drop. Her pussy was already so sensitive that every new movement of his lips and tongue was a tiny world of sensation. It didn’t seem possible to recover so quickly but soon she was coming again, her climax darker and more subdued but also incredibly intimate.
This time he didn’t devour her cunt. He moved off of her for a moment, long enough to shed his clothes and don the condom he’d pulled from the back pocket of his jeans.
The sight of his sheathed cock was sobering. This was Nik—not a stranger, however luscious, however skilled.
Nik.
Up until yesterday, he’d been her half-brother.
Alexa started to shake her head. She couldn’t.
Then he reached for her, slipping his hand between her legs again, possession in every move.
She could. She needed to. Lord, he was so good.
Laying back, she surrendered to his expert fingers, letting him take her back up that steep climb, all the way back to the top of the mountain.
He used his body to cover her, to protect her—to cushion her fall.
Because she was falling. It was a long way to the ground and every foot down was a new sensation, a new revelation.
It seemed his hands and lips were everywhere. He rained kisses across her face and forehead, their softness making her chest swell with a complicated swirl of emotions she had no desire to examine closely.
Alexa closed her eyes tightly as he moved over her, bracing herself for his invasion. He nudged her damp pussy lips with the head of his cock. Then she felt him hesitate.
“Lexy, baby, open your eyes.” His voice was husky but the command in them was clear.
She parted her wet eyelashes to stare up at him.
He was beautiful. Who would have thought the loose casual clothes he preferred had hidden such muscled perfection? He was big, but there was nothing bulky or overdone about him. He was wonderfully put together, with broad shoulders and a wide chest that exhibited not one ounce of spare flesh.
Alexa let her fingers trace his defined pecs, drifting down to the ridged planes of his stomach.
“Lexy.”
She knew her name was meant to make her glance up at him but she refused to do it. She moved her hand lower, feeling his abs clench as she closed in on his towering cock.
“Lexy, look at me.”
When she still refused to obey, he tugged her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.
His eyes. They were so warm and deep and blue. Warm for her. Just as his cock was hot and hard for her.
But unlike the cock, there was no getting away from whose eyes they were. Nikky’s eyes. Her little half-brother.
“I’m not your brother,” he grated out, just as if she had spoken.
“You have been,” she pointed out. “For twenty-five years, I believed you were.”
His jaw hardened. “That was a lie.”
“And I believed it,” she said simply, “just as you all wanted me to.”
He stared down to where they were nearly joined. Her spread-open pussy… His cock nudging the entrance to it.
There was still time. He could still back out. All Alexa knew was that she couldn’t. She wasn’t strong enough to resist him. Not yet.
Alexa stared up at him—is perfectly sculpted body glistening with sweat. His blue eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them, almost black with desire.
No, no woman could resist him.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
Still holding his gaze, she obeyed. “I want you.”
“Say my name.”
She knew what he needed to hear but she faltered. He was pushing her too far, too soon.
“I want you, Nikky.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “I want you inside me.”
He didn’t wait to hear more. Pulling her hips upward, he angled his cock against her pussy lips then plunged deep inside with a single, fierce movement.
Alexa cried out, her body tensing, exquisitely pierced. Owned. The word floated around her head for a while.
Then he started to move and even that single word vanished on the obliterating wave of her pleasure.
He fucked like a demon, all terrible power and perfect self-control. Every thrust was a revelation, twisting and gliding inside her, hitting every hot inch of her pussy walls, finding the sensitized places yet not concentrating on them, sliding around them, coming back around obliquely, as if by accident.
Alexa rolled her head from side to side on the mattress. She writhed beneath his questing hands, as if seeking a hiding place from his sure grip, his careful manipulations. He kneaded her breasts in his palms and squeezed her nipples between his blunt fingers, all the while keeping pace with his relentless fucking.
She wanted to come. She couldn’t. The way he kept changing the angle of his penetration kept her from quite reaching that lofty plateau, yet she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop, even when the prolonged pleasure without finding release became a kind of restless pain.
He shifted his hands under her ass, holding her closer to him, adjusting the angle of his cock again to find a new avenue of sensation. Now every inward push rubbed against her clit, heightening the agony of delayed release.
“Nikky!”
She said his name like a plea and it was perhaps that small sound that finally made him break and start to fuck her with fierce thrusts that almost lifted her from the bed. She had to hold on to him just to stay balanced, loving the steely tension in his arms as he held her willing and open for him.
“Tell me you love me.”
“No.”
She wouldn’t. He couldn’t make her.
But he could.
Seeming to ignore her refusal, Nik redoubled his efforts, ramming his cock into her with a ferocity she reveled in. Her words might have rejected him but her pussy knew what it wanted, grabbing and clutching at his slick cock, sending her into paroxysms of delight. He fucked her into oblivion, and she clawed at his arms, chanting his name.
When her climax hit her with the force of a bolt of lightning, she said the words. She told him she loved him.
If only she was sure she meant it.
Chapter Three
“Thanks for meeting me,” Alexa said, sliding into the seat opposite her friend. “I really needed to get out of that house.”
Jeanne grinned. “Don’t you always? We’ve been doing this for almost thirty years.”
But her friend didn’t seem to mind the last-minute plans and cancelations that had characterized their long friendship. Jeanne’s family was as stable as they came.
Alexa picked up the slim menu and started flipping through it. “Do you know what’s good here?”
“Oh no, you’re not doing that to me.” Jeanne reached out to push the menu lower. “First, you have to tell me what’s going on. Maybe you haven’t realized it has been two years since you needed one of our ‘emergency’ meetings. Of course, last time you wouldn’t even tell me what the emergency was. Don’t think you’re pulling that again. Spill it, kiddo.”
Alexa shifted her eyes from Jeanne’s keen green gaze. “There’s nothing to spill.”
“Yeah, right. I know you, Lex.”
Why did that nickname not bother her when hearing ‘Lexy’ on Nik’s lips made her so crazy?
Alexa put down the menu. “It’s Nik.”
Her friend rolled her eyes. “What did he do now? Or what do you think he did?”
“Jeanne!”
This was far from the good-natured sympathy she usually received from her friend.
Jeanne’s expression became serious as she leaned both elbows on the table.
“Come on, Lex. You’ve hated Nik since we were kids. I don’t know why. He’s always adored you.”
Alexa’s hands clenched on the tabletop. “You know why! I’ve told you a thousand times.”
“Because he doesn’t introduce y
ou as ‘Her Royal Highness, my Sister’?”
“It’s more than that.”
Jeanne lowered her eyes to the rejected menus. “Maybe it’s less than that. Maybe, instead of how you’ve been insisting that he doesn’t give you enough acknowledgement as his sister, you don’t want to be his sister at all.”
The silence between them stretched out until it was pierced by the waitress, a beautiful young woman with flowing golden dreadlocks. Then they both had to scramble to find items to order.
Jeanne chose poached salmon with couscous while Alexa ordered a wild mushroom omelet.
Jeanne raised her eyebrows once the waitress drifted away again. “Breakfast at three in the afternoon? What have you been doing with yourself?”
Her friend was obviously willing to let the previous topic fall by the wayside, but Alexa was strangely focused on finishing it properly. Anything that involved Nik now took on a painful urgency.
“What did you mean just now?”
Jeanne waved her hand. “Just forget it. Sorry I mentioned him— it.”
But it was him. That was who they were talking about. That was who they were constantly talking about.
“No,” Alexa insisted. “Tell me.”
Jeanne shifted her eyes away to touch upon the other diners. Even at that odd hour, the restaurant was nearly full, though the patio had taken the majority of the customers. Most people wanted to sit and bask in the California sun, but she and Alexa preferred the shady side of life. It was this unwillingness or inability to fit in with the rest of their hometown that had made them friends in the first place.
“Remember when we used to dream about being artists in New York?” Jeanne asked. “We wanted to attend the same school, live in a loft together and stay up all night.”
Alexa didn’t share her friend’s dreamy, reminiscent smile.
“Now you’re a dentist like your dad and I give legal advice to a multinational conglomerate. We’re living our dreams, J.”
Jeanne’s thin face flushed red. “That’s not fair, Lex, and you know it. We grew up and our dreams changed.”
Alexa sighed. “Our dreams became our father’s dreams. You remember how I used to say that I would never go to law school in a million years? Well, it was just about the only post-secondary course I could think of to apply to when the time came. Even Nik went to law school, although he had the sense to drop out midway through.”
They were skirting back around to the forbidden topic, but Alexa felt reckless and unafraid for once.
Nik had been the one to cast aside the dream of being a lawyer just like their— her —father, although even he hadn’t been able to resist the pressure to apply for law school in the first place.
“When my father said the old days of having a steady long-term law practice were over, I thought he was crazy. Worse, I thought he was trying to tell me how hard the career would be for a woman.” Alexa shook her head. “I guess he was only trying to warn me about the lack of jobs out there. He’d watched his colleagues’ children graduate then struggle to find positions in firms, much less in the high-paying, high-powered firms they all wanted.”
Jeanne, who’d joined her father’s dental practice straight after her own graduation, obviously didn’t know how to commiserate. Alexa had hinted at the glut of lawyer positions years ago but then she’d found her job with her current company, with its tentacles in every part of the world, and she’d insisted to her friend that she was content. Sure, she complained about long hours and stress, but so did Jeanne.
Alexa laughed. It wasn’t a pleasant sound. “Dad didn’t believe in spending money for anything for us after we turned eighteen. By the time I graduated law school, I was in the kind of debt only compulsive gamblers used to be familiar with. But my dad—who pushed me into the path of that crippling debt in the first place and who had a long and prosperous career, even here in Backwater, California—never offered me a penny toward paying it off. I’m thirty-eight years old and I only just cleared off my student loans last year.”
Jeanne made sympathetic sounds while signaling for a refill on their drinks. Another gin and tonic might calm her friend down. It certainly wouldn’t hurt.
“What did Nik do about his student debt?” Jeanne asked.
Alexa blinked. “I don’t know.” She thought about it. “He seems to be doing okay. I mean, he dresses like a hobo, like all guys his age, but he drives a new Range Rover. Those aren’t cheap.”
“No, they’re not,” Jeanne said with feeling.
Alexa followed the glance her friend cast through the restaurant window to where her old Honda was sitting.
“The car could belong to a friend,” Alexa mused. “He has enough of those, all of whom seem to dress and act just like him. Except that Nik is more so, if you know what I mean. The leader of the pack.”
“Where else would you expect him to be?” asked Jeanne. “I’m not surprised that he’s the leader. He was always the one with the big ideas.”
“Well, he hasn’t made good on them,” Alexa pointed out, her voice suddenly savage. “As for the money question, his mother probably finances him.”
“I always thought Val shared the same views as your father.”
“She said she did,” Alexa said. “That could have changed once my father was gone and everything went to her.”
Not everything, of course. They both knew Alexa had received a small lump sum but that was nothing compared to the value of a sprawling house and land in what was now becoming a bedroom community, just close enough to Los Angeles to be convenient, yet enough of a small town to be relaxing. Celebrities were often spotted now, strolling down Summerland’s main street, where the old locally owned stores were giving way to newcomers’ trendy shops—not that anyone in Summerland was complaining. For now, the influx of money was smoothing over any potentially abused feelings.
Even the restaurant they were dining in—though still locally owned—was now serving vegan and gluten-free alternatives that hadn’t been found here two years ago when Alexa had last visited. The dreadlocked waitress and her colleagues were all strangers, not the same kids and grandkids to neighbors she had grown used to seeing.
Their food arrived and conversation dried up. From long familiarity, Alexa knew that they could sample from each other’s plates without asking, so she tasted forkfuls of Jeanne’s dish, murmuring and nodding to show approval. Jeanne did the same. Finally, she pushed away her empty plate and threw in her napkin in surrender, although when the waitress came to offer coffee and dessert, they did not immediately turn down either. After a long discussion, she and Jeanne ended up deciding to split a hazelnut torte.
“Why did you say I didn’t want to be Nik’s sister?”
Jeanne groaned. “Oh, Lex, can’t you let it go? This thing with your brother… It’s just not healthy.”
“You don’t even know,” Alexa told her.
Then the entire story spilled out. The revelation from Val. The scene with Nik. Waking up beside him. The only part she left out was what happened after they’d woken up.
“So he just thought he would sleep in the same bed as you?”
“He had an explanation,” Alexa heard herself defending him.
Jeanne made a face. “Naturally, he would. Nik’s very charming. He could explain away a murder if he was standing over the body with a smoking gun.”
Their eyes met and they both smiled impishly at each other.
“The only body was mine,” Alexa said.
“And it was smoking,” Jeanne finished.
This was the way in which they’d managed to stay friends through childhood, rocky adolescence and even after their lives took them in very different directions—this ability to revert right back to childhood and silliness.
Jeanne picked up the last toasted hazelnut and popped it into her mouth. “Nik is hawt with a capital W. No one would blame you, Lex—”
“Nothing happened.”
But her friend’s eyes were too keen
not to notice the flush that warmed her face. “He’s also very determined behind that lazy, laid-back attitude of his. If he wants something to happen, it probably will.”
Jeanne’s certainty annoyed Alexa, especially when it was so on the money.
“What about me?” she asked. “Don’t I get a say in it?”
“I said probably,” Jeanne emphasized. “Although, I can’t see why you’d object. A fling would be good for you. Hell, I would die for one. Some days I think I see nothing but teeth and gums. I would die for some lips and tongues.”
“I can’t have a fling with my little brother!”
“But he’s not your little brother and, from what you’ve told me, he’s known it all his life. It’s not as if you two were ever close. In fact, you’ve done everything possible to make sure he knew that you wanted nothing to do with him. I used to think it was a little cruel, when it was clear he worshiped you, but now I think you showed some strange wisdom in keeping your distance.”
“That’s the first time you’ve ever been accused me of being wise,” Alexa noted.
Her friend signaled for the bill. “Do you remember Nik’s seventh birthday?”
Alexa stiffened. “No. I can’t believe I still had to go to kids’ parties when I was in college.”
“He had that big tantrum over his birthday wish,” Jeanne prompted. “Remember?”
Jeanne usually attended the Wright family birthdays, dating back to when Alexa was younger and wanted a friend to hang out with while the younger children ran around screaming. It had been either that or take part in trying to corral a dozen or so kids on a sugar high, a thankless job that she usually shared with her stepmother.
“I remember he insisted on cutting the first piece of cake with me,” said Alexa. “I hated that tradition and I hated that he always picked me. Every year for my birthday he got upset because I never picked him in return.”
“Cutting the cake together is usually part of the wedding traditions.”
Alexa scowled. “You’re not helping.”