Defy You: A Brother's Best Friend/Age Gap Romance (Rebel Ink Book 3)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “It’s—”

  “Do not tell me that it’s fucking fine.”

  I shrug, not having any other words for him.

  “Fuck. I shouldn’t… fuck.” He lifts his hands to his hair and tugs harshly as he stares down at me. His chest is heaving, the torment evident in his eyes, but clearly the reasons for holding back aren’t quite strong enough, because not a second later he is on me.

  His knee presses into the mattress beside my thigh, his fingers wrap around the back of my neck before twisting in my hair, and his lips find mine.

  The contact is light at first, and I start to think he’s going to pull away, regretting this impulsive decision, but the second I reach out and fist his shirt in my hand and tug, he loses control.

  His lips part, as do mine—greedily—and his tongue dives into my mouth. I waste no time in twisting mine with his as he begins to devour me.

  All too gently, he lays me back against the mattress. His hand remains tightly in my hair while the other lands on my waist, dropping down to my arse then thigh so he can wrap it around him when he presses his weight on top of me.

  His kiss never falters. It’s dirty, wet, needy, and I fucking love it.

  My fingers find the hem of his shirt and I slip my hands under, desperate to feel more of him than just his lips.

  His skin is burning hot when I make contact, and I can’t help wondering if he feels the same about mine because he flinches the second I touch him.

  His lips pull from mine just a fraction as his dark, lust-filled eyes stare down at me. His kiss-swollen lips are parted, his breath racing over my face.

  Panic starts to fill me that he’s about to put the brakes on this, and I scramble to do something that’s going to keep him here with his body pressed up against mine.

  Gripping onto the bottom of his shirt, I pull, hoping he’ll get the idea and take over.

  Thankfully, after a second, he does. Reaching behind his head, he pulls the fabric off in one smooth motion and drops it over the side of the bed.

  He takes my face in both his hands, his thumb gently tracing the cut on my lip.

  “Fuck, are you okay?” His eyes are full of concern, regret even, but his voice is deep and rough to the point that it sends shivers down my spine. He needs this just as badly as I do right now, and I’m sure as shit not letting him walk away now he’s here.

  “More than okay. Now, as you were.” I might only be small, but when I push against his shoulders, he willingly falls back against the bed, allowing me to straddle his waist and take matters into my own hands.

  A smirk tugs at his lips as he watches me. I can see the anger and concern racing through him as he drops his eyes down my body and takes in the bruises that today has left behind. He needn’t worry though, because with his hands on me, I don’t feel them in the slightest.

  Needing to move things along slightly, I lift my hands behind me, ready to remove my bra, but the second they move, he sits forward, gently wrapping his fingers around them.

  “No,” he whispers in my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my skin. I tense, thinking that he’s saying no to all of this, but I soon relax when he speaks again. “I undress you, Tiny.”

  “Oh,” falls from my lips, but it’s no more than a sigh of anticipation.

  Flipping us once more, I land on my back with Spike straddling my body. When he lowers this time, his lips don’t find my own. Instead, they go straight for my neck.

  He kisses down until he hits my collarbone before licking back up again.

  “Mmm…” he murmurs. “You taste like heaven.” His words have heat pooling between my thighs, and I can’t help squirming in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

  It’s a move he doesn’t miss, and when he lifts I find that satisfied smirk firmly in place.

  I only get to appreciate it for a flash, because no sooner have I recognised it then he’s moved.

  His soft lips kiss down my chest until he licks around the lace edging of my bra.

  “Spike, please,” I beg, arching my back and offering myself to him.

  The slow pace he’s setting is fucking killing me.

  His eyes lock on mine as he tucks a finger inside the lace and tugs until he exposes my breast.

  I hold his stare until he wraps his lips around my nipple. All I can do as the sensation overwhelms me is to throw my head back and moan in pleasure.

  This has been a long time coming. I need him to take me, possess me, own me more than I need my next breath.

  “Yes,” I cry out when he gives the other the same attention. “More, please. More.”

  His hand slips around my back and makes quick work of the clasp of my bra before pulling the scrap of fabric from my body. The second it’s gone, it’s like he’s everywhere.

  One of his huge hands palms and squeezes my breast, pinching the nipple between his fingers while his mouth goes to town on the other.

  He licks, kisses, sucks and nips at every inch of skin, driving me to insanity.

  “Fuck, I need you. Please,” I groan, my fingers sliding into his hair in an attempt to push him lower.

  “What do you need?” he asks, flashing a look up at me. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

  “You. Between my thighs,” I manage to get out between my already heaving breaths.

  “Fuuuuck.”

  He drops lower, kissing down my stomach and dipping his tongue into my belly button. Tingles fill my body as my temperature soars for what’s about to happen.

  After popping the button on my skirt, Spike wraps his fingers around the fabric and tugs it over my hips.

  The scratch of fabric on my over-sensitive skin only adds to my desperation.

  The second I’m naked, he pauses.

  His eyes burn a trail over me and I get a flicker of panic that reality has hit him and that this is over at almost the last hurdle.

  Needing to do something just in case he’s about to realise this has already gone too far, I bend my knees, planting my feet firmly on the bed while parting my knees.

  Immediately, his gaze drops to my core.

  “Fucking hell, Tiny. You’re playing with fire.”

  “That’s good, because I really like getting burned.” I’ve barely got the words out before he’s on his knees at the end of the bed and dragging me toward him.

  The second I’m right in front of him, he dives for me.

  I’m already embarrassingly wet for this man, but the moment he presses his tongue against me and I get the sight of his gorgeous face framed by my thighs, more floods me.

  He groans, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating up my spine and pushing me closer to a release that I’m desperate for but equally not ready for. I need this to go on for longer than I fear I’m going to be able to hold out for.

  His tongue licks slowly, circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure that has my hands shooting out so I can hold him to me.

  “Oh fuck, Spike,” I cry when he ups the speed a little and begins teasing my entrance with his finger. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, desperate for him to slide it deep inside and to find that magical spot. I’ve no doubt he will; I know all about his reputation from the girls at the club, and fuck if I don’t need a bit of that right now.

  “You’re addictive, Tiny,” he murmurs, the vibrations of his voice doing crazy things to me.

  “Please,” I practically beg as he continues teasing my body, holding me just on the edge of what I know is going to be the mind-numbing release and escape from the world that I really need, if only for a few seconds.

  “You’re impatient when you’re horny.”

  “I’m always impatient.” My grip on his hair tightens until I’m sure I’m about to start pulling lengths out.

  He must sense my warning, because he plunges two fingers deep inside me, and in what feels like only a blink of an eye, he’s caressing that magical spot.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as my release races to the forefront.


  “Come, Kas,” he demands, his face still firmly between my thighs.

  His tongue continues to lick at me as I detonate beneath his touch.

  My body locks up as pleasure so intense seems to hit me from every angle. I feel it right to the tips of my fingers.

  He doesn’t let up until the pleasure drains from my body.

  Releasing my grip on his hair, he pulls away from me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  He looks up at me through his lashes, his eyes impossibly dark, hair falling onto his face and lips swollen as his chest heaves.

  Fuck.

  Aftershocks from my orgasm awaken from the sight alone.

  I don’t move from my position as he stands to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine. He’s trying to tell me something, but fuck if I can work out what it is.

  All I can do is pray he’s not telling me that was all I was getting. I need more. I need all of him.

  I drop my eyes down over his chest, taking in each tattoo as I go, before I get to his waist and his very tented trousers.

  Without thinking, I push up from the bed and slide toward him.

  “Kas?” he whispers as if he’s in a daze when I look up.

  “I’ve got you.”

  Making quick work of his fly, I push the fabric of his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His hard cock springs free and bobs before me. My mouth waters at the sight. No wonder there was such a huge bulge.

  With his eyes still boring into me, I lean forward and lick at the precum glistening at his tip.

  “Fuck,” he groans, pushing me closer.

  I wrap my fingers around his wide length and lick him.

  A groan of pleasure rumbles up his throat as I suck him back into my mouth.

  His fingers find my hair and grip tightly, but at no point does he try to take control. He just lets me do my thing.

  “Shit, Tiny. So good.” I run my eyes up his exposed body until I find his own. The intense expression on his face makes me stop and pull back slightly.

  “Spike?”

  Before he finds any kind of answer, his hands wrap around my waist. I gasp as he presses against my bruises, but thankfully he misses it, and I’m thrown back onto the bed. He sheds the clothing that’s been abandoned around his knees and settles between my thighs.

  I perch myself up on my elbows and watch as he takes himself in hand and teases my clit with the tip of his cock. Pleasure races through me from that simple move alone, and I fall back to the bed, unable to hold myself up.

  “Kas,” he says, making me drag my eyes open once more. “I’m… clean.”

  I swallow as I take in what he’s asking me. I should rib him about being a man-whore, but at this moment, all I want to do is believe him.

  And I do. Nothing about Spike the past two days has led me to think he’s a liar in any way. I’m not sure when it happened, but I realise in those few moments that I trust him implicitly. I also realise that it could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

  “Me too, and I’m on the pill.”

  “Okay?” he asks one final time, although it seems a little late as he pushes against my entrance.

  “Yes, please.”

  At my request, he surges forward, stretching me open and filling me to the point of breaking. My eyes cross for a second as I still, attempting to get used to the invasion.

  “Fuck,” he grates out. “So tight. So fucking…” His words trail off, and I’m powerless but to look up at him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  His eyes are wild as he looks back at me. Yes, they’re full of desire, but there’s so much more within them.

  “You’re not… not a v—”

  I can’t help but bark out a laugh as I realise what he’s about to ask.

  “No, Spike. I’m not a—” My words falter as he bends over me and takes my lips with his. His tongue dives into my mouth as his hips begin to move.

  His kiss doesn’t stop as his one hand begins to trail around my body, the other clamped onto my hip to hold me in place as he ups the tempo.

  His fingers find my nipple, pinching and twisting, giving me just the right amount of pain to go with the pleasure.

  “Oh God,” I cry, my back arching as he continues to drive into me.

  Ripping his lips from mine, he drops his face into the crook of my neck.

  “Not God, baby. Just me.”

  I groan at his words, my hands finding the smooth skin of his back, my nails raking across until he shudders with delight above me.

  “Such a dirty little girl. You’re so full of my cock right now.”

  My muscles contract around him at his dirty words, and another groan rumbles up his throat.

  “You like that? You like hearing that my cock is deep inside you right now?”

  I moan, his words fuel to my already out of control fire. “Spike,” I cry when he sits up and slides his palms under my arse to change the angle. I’m so full of him like this. He’s stretching me so wide, hitting places I didn’t know existed as he continues to move within me.

  “You feel that? So fucking deep, baby.”

  His fingers grip onto my arse with a painful force, but I don’t complain. Instead I do the opposite.

  “More, Spike. I need more.”

  Propping my feet on his shoulders, he begins to really pound into me.

  My head hits the headboard with every thrust, but I barely notice as pleasure starts to build to the point at which I worry that I’m literally going to shatter into pieces when it finally hits me.

  The only sounds that can be heard throughout the flat are that of our heavy breathing, our low moans of pleasure, and our skin connecting.

  “Fuck, Spike. Fuck,” I cry when it gets to be too much.

  His fingers find my clit, and the sensation has me crashing over the edge.

  “Oh fuck, fuck.”

  Pleasure like I’ve never known slams into me, pushing away anything other than this moment right here. None of my usual life stresses exist for long, euphoric minutes. It’s a really dangerous place to be, and one I fear I’m going to crave a repeat of the second this is over.

  I’m just coming down, disappointment already beginning to creep in, when Spike lets out the deepest, most guttural groan I think I’ve ever heard.

  My eyes fly open so I get to experience what he looks like when he falls over the edge.

  His head is tipped back, the tendons of his neck straining, his muscles pulled tight with pleasure as he slams into me, one, two, three more times before he growls. His fingers dig into my hips as his cock twitches inside me.

  “Fuuuuuck,” he cries.

  After a couple of seconds, he drops his head, almost startling when he finds me watching him. His eyes run the length of me before locking onto where we’re connected as he slips out of me.

  “Fuck,” he barks once again, but it’s no longer filled with pleasure, just anger.

  “Stay with me,” I demand.

  “We can’t… I can’t…”

  “Life’s too short for regrets, Spike. Now, stay with me.”

  It takes him a couple of seconds to make a decision, but I can’t help feeling accomplished when he drops down onto the bed beside me.

  “Hey,” I say, cupping his rough cheek in my hand. “It’s okay.”

  His entire body tenses at my words.

  “Stop fucking saying that. Nothing about this is okay. Look at you. Look at this,” he says, gesturing between us.

  “I think that… this…” I say, scooting closer until the fronts of our bodies are connected from our stomachs down, “looks pretty good right now.”

  “Damn it, Kas.”

  “You worry too much.”

  He shudders as my fingers begin walking over his shoulder and down his arm. When I get to his elbow, I tug until he has no choice but to wrap it around my waist.

  “Tiny,” he growls. “He’s going to kill me.”

  I assume he means Zach, because
no one else in my life would give two shits about this right now.

  “Well,” I say, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, “then we don’t tell him.” My lips run down his jaw, and despite his pathetic excuse to put an end to this, he tilts his head up to give me access to his neck when I get there.

  “That’s not how things work between us.”

  “Then I’ll call him tomorrow and explain.”

  His hand tightens on my waist. “No, it needs to come from me.”

  “Fine. Whatever. You’re not planning on doing it right this second though, are you?”

  Slipping my hand down between us, I find his already hard length and wrap my fingers around it.

  “N-no. Not right now.”

  “Good, because I have other ideas.”

  12

  Spike

  My chest heaves with my exertion as I fall back down on the bed, my muscles lax and my entire body exhausted. It’s been a while since I’ve been worked over quite so well. I guess that’s what happens when you end up in bed with a pocket rocket who’s ten years younger than you.

  Fuck.

  I place my arm over my eyes as regrets begin to flood me.

  I shouldn’t have touched her. I really shouldn’t have fucked her, over and over. And, I really shouldn’t want to do it all over again.

  The patter of her footsteps coming back from the bathroom sound out, but I refuse to move my arm and look at her. I don’t want her to read the thoughts that I know must be clear in my eyes and for her to think they’re about her. I mean, they are, but she’s not the one I’m angry at. That’s me. I’m the one who fucked up here, I’m the one who touched the forbidden fruit, and I’m going to have to take the punishment like a man. Once I confess, that is.

  The bed dips beside me before her hot little body presses up against my side.

  “Spike.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. It causes an ache within me that should be long satisfied after the past couple of hours, but it seems my body, or more so my cock, didn’t get that message.

  Her fingers tangle with mine and she pulls my arm away from my face and around her waist. Her arse presses against my quickly growing cock, and my front presses against her back.