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

by Tracy Lorraine

  “I could say the same thing about you every fucking minute of the fucking day. All day I’ve been fucking hard for you, Kas. All fucking day,” he admits, folding over me so his lips brush mine.

  He finds my entrance, pushing in just enough to drive me fucking wild, but he pauses as my muscles clench, desperate to pull him deeper.

  “All I could think about was laying you out on my chair and feasting on you, taking you, showing every motherfucker in that place that you belong to me.”

  “Oh God,” I whimper as I acknowledge the serious tone in his words.

  “You fucking slay me,” he whispers as he surges forward, filling me in one thrust.

  My back arches as he lifts my right leg so that he can get even deeper.

  “Spike,” I cry as he hits some magical place inside me that only he’s been able to discover.

  “Does it hurt? Are you okay?” he grates out through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, yes. Just... move, please.”

  A pained laugh falls from his lips before he pulls all the way out of me and flips me over so I’m on all fours with my arse in the air.

  “Fucking addicted,” he mutters almost to himself as he pushes back inside me slowly.

  “Spike,” I moan as he pushes—deeper than before.

  “Fuck, yes.” His palm connects with my arsecheek. It stings like a bitch, but I can’t deny that it doesn’t make me wet as fuck.

  “You like that, dirty girl?”

  “Yes, yes,” I pant, earning me another slap.

  I try to look back over my shoulder, desperate to see him, but he doesn’t notice. He’s too busy staring at where we’re connected.

  I’m jealous. I want to see it.

  After a few seconds, his eyes lift to mine. The heat, the emotions within them has my breath catching.

  “Kas?” he whispers, but he doesn’t say any more. Instead he wraps his hand around my throat and drags me up so my back presses to his front and he captures my lips in a punishing kiss as his hips continue to piston in and out of me.

  It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s fucking everything.

  My head spins as I feel every single one of his movements inside my body.

  He was wrong earlier. This isn’t just fucking. This, right here, right now… it’s so much more.

  My nails scratch at his thighs, needing to brand myself on him just like he does every time he so much as touches me.

  His lips trail across my neck and shoulder until he sucks my earlobe into his mouth.

  “You feel like fucking heaven, and I never want to leave.”

  “So don’t,” I whisper back. “I’m here. I’m yours. Take whatever you need.”

  “Fuck, Kas.”

  His movements get more and more erratic as we both start to chase our releases.

  “Can’t get enough. Fucking addicted,” he mutters in my ear between his heaving breaths. “So fucking good, my dirty little girl.”

  “Spike,” I moan as my body begins to tighten with my impending release.

  He sits up, his fingers finding my clit to help push me over the edge.

  “Come, Tiny. Come all over my cock and show me how fucking good this is.”

  “Oh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Spike,” I scream as he pinches my little bundle of nerves and sends me crashing over the edge.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” he roars only a second later before his cock twitches violently inside me as he fills me, marking himself on me in yet another way.

  Once he’s finished, he falls down onto my right side, making sure to stay away from my bandage, and tucks his face into the crook of my neck as we both fight to catch our breaths.

  Long minutes pass with just the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the room.

  “This shouldn’t be happening,” he admits quietly.

  “I think we both accepted that it is, a while ago.”

  “I’m not talking about you being Zach’s sister.”

  “Oh?”

  His hand skims up my body, causing goosebumps to erupt in his wake before he cups my cheek and turns my head so I have no option but to look at him.

  “How I’m feeling. It shouldn’t be happening. I promised myself I wouldn’t ever let it happen again.”

  My breath catches in my throat as I allow his admission to sink in.

  “W-what are you feeling?” I ask, although I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared for the answer.

  “I’m…” He hesitates, breaking our eye contact for a beat before he seems to get a grip of himself and looks me in the eye once again. “I’m falling for you, Tiny, and no matter what I do, I can’t seem to stop it.”

  “Fuck,” I breathe.

  To my utter shock, my response makes him bark out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s about how I feel too.”

  “Spike, I don’t know–”

  “Shhh, enough talking. I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Oh?” I ask, a salacious smile appearing on my lips.

  “I need to make the most of my time before you disappear, on me.”

  “Who says I’m disappearing?”

  “You did. You told Zach earlier that you didn’t want to live here.”

  I think back to my brother’s visit. How was that only this morning? It feels like a fucking year’s passed since then. I remember him storming out and not knowing what his issue was. It’s only now I realise what I said.

  My eyes soften as I look at his concerned face. This time it’s my turn to cradle his cheeks in my hands.

  “You don’t think I want to live here?”

  He shrugs. I’ve never seen him so unsure of himself. It’s totally endearing that this big, confident, self-assured man can show me this side of him. I’m not sure many people have seen this Spike before.

  “I only said that because it’s what he wanted to hear. I’ll stay here as long as you’ll have me.”

  A little of his previous sparkle brightens his eyes.

  “But across the hall?”

  “If you want me to.”

  “And if I want you right here? In my bed with me every night. What would you say then?”

  “I’d say that I’d certainly consider it.”

  “Oh, it’s like that, is it?”

  He pulls me on top of him, my core lining up with his already hard cock. I rock down on him, making his eyelids flicker with pleasure.

  “I’m not one to make life easy. You should know that by now.”

  “Don’t I fucking just,” he mutters, lifting me with ease so I can sink down onto him. “Fuck. I swear it gets better every time you surround me.”

  I smile down at him before circling my hips, causing his fingers to tighten on my thighs.

  “Hmmm… I think I might need some more evidence before I form an opinion on that.”

  “I’ve got all the time in the world for evidence, Tiny.” He stretches his arms out to the side. “Now ride me. Show me just how dirty my girl can be.”

  24

  Spike

  I look up to find Kas staring at me as if I’m a puzzle she’s trying to work out.

  “What?” I ask hesitantly.

  “When you said earlier… that this shouldn’t be happening. What did you really mean?”

  I shove the food on my fork into my mouth, mostly just to give me a bit of thinking time. I hadn’t intended to say those things to her earlier, they just kind of fell from my lips in the moment. My need to be honest with her about how she makes me feel too much to deny.

  My heart begins to race as I consider the possibility of talking about my past and laying everything out on the table.

  “Why shouldn’t it happen again? What happened before?” she prompts when she must sense that I’m trying to figure out a way out of this.

  “There was… um… someone.”

  “I knew it,” she says, a little too excitedly. “That first morning when you told me that you don’t do tomorrows or whatever bullshit you spat at me, I knew it was bollocks.”

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bsp; “Forget it,” I mutter, pushing my half-eaten dinner away from me, my appetite long forgotten.

  Standing, I walk to the kitchen in the hope of losing some of the tension pulling at my muscles just from thinking about that time in my life.

  I pause with my palms on the counter, hanging my head low and closing my eyes.

  I don’t hear her move, but I sense when she’s close. She slips between me and the counter, forcing me to stand straighter.

  Her small hands run up my chest until they lock behind my neck.

  “It’s okay,” she soothes. “You don’t have to tell me. Pasts can be… painful, I get that better than most.”

  Dark shadows fill her eyes, and I’m taken back to the night she had a nightmare.

  “One day, Tiny. One day, I’ll tell you everything.”

  She smiles. “Me too.”

  She lifts up on her toes and brushes her lips against mine.

  “Have you finished eating?”

  “Yeah, you?”

  She nods, lifting higher so her lips are next to my ear. “Take me back to bed, Spike.”

  When I wake the next morning, it’s to a cold and empty bed. I sit up, thinking that she’s done a runner in the night, but the second I hear a noise coming from the living room I relax, feeling stupid that she might have gone anywhere.

  “Hey,” she says when I join her. “I thought it was my turn to treat you to breakfast.”

  Walking up behind where she’s standing at the stove, I wrap my arms around her waist. The pull I constantly feel toward her is stronger than ever after last night.

  “Morning,” I whisper, dropping my lips to her neck.

  “Morning,” she giggles. “You’re in a good mood.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got you standing in only my shirt,” I say guessing as to what’s missing beneath it, “and you’re cooking. You know that’s the way to a man’s heart, right?” I still the moment the words are out of my mouth.

  She doesn’t miss it. Flipping the pancake she’s cooking from the pan, she turns in my arms.

  “Funny, because I thought it was blowjobs.”

  I bark out a laugh and immediately feel the weight of my past, my fears, leave me.

  “Yeah, those always help too.”

  “Did you sleep well?” she asks, looking up into my eyes as if the answers will be within them.

  “I did, although my bed mate is a wriggler.”

  She shrugs. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t slept with anyone before.”

  “You’ve never slept in the same bed as someone else?” I ask in shock.

  “Well, Mum, yeah. But she was usually too strung out to notice she was even in a bed let alone that I was with her. Don’t,” she warns. “Don’t give me those sad puppy eyes.”

  “Well, I’m glad I was your first.” I bite down on my tongue to stop from telling her that I’d like to be her last too. I fear I already said too much last night about where my head is.

  “Me too.” She spins back around to make another pancake, successfully rubbing her arse against my already semi-hard cock in the process.

  “Tiny,” I warn, my hands holding onto her hips to keep her in place.

  “Yes?” she asks with an innocent look over her shoulder. “I’m just making you pancakes.”

  “Sure you are.”

  “Go sit down, they’re nearly ready.”

  Reluctantly, I do as I’m told. But I soon realise that being able to watch her do her thing in only my shirt is totally worth it.

  “What are your plans for the day?” she asks as she plates up.

  “Well, I usually go to the gym on a Sunday morning. But I’m sure I can find us a much more fulfilling means of exercise.”

  “I need to meet a friend,” she says, ignoring my comment as she walks over, although the heat in her eyes tells me that she heard it loud and clear.

  “Okay, where?”

  “I’m not sure. I’m waiting for her to wake up and reply.”

  “Invite her here.” The words roll off my tongue faster than I can control. Kas’ eyes meet mine and they look as shocked as I feel.

  “H-here?”

  “Sure. I mean, if you want to. This is your place now, too. I want you to treat it as such.”

  “You really want me here?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Because you get regular access to my pussy?” she accuses.

  “I mean, that’s definitely an added benefit.”

  She pauses with a piece of pancake halfway to her lips. “Spike, what are we doing here?”

  “No, no, please. Don’t do that.”

  “Don’t do what? I’d just like to know where I stand here. Am I your housemate or your live-in bed partner until you get a better offer and kick me to the curb?” she asks, successfully proving that her comment about us just being convenient yesterday was utter bullshit.

  My chin drops that she thinks I could possibly see her that way. Reaching across the table, I take her spare hand in mine.

  “I’d never kick you to the curb, Kas.”

  She shrugs, sadness washing over her. “Why not? Everyone else in my life has. I’ve started to wonder if that’s where I belong.”

  Lifting her from her seat, I place her on my lap and brush her hair from her face.

  “No. Everything about that statement. Just… no. I want you here, with or without the pussy,” I wink.

  She drops her head to my shoulder, thinking for a moment.

  “I need…” She sighs. “I need to rebuild my life, Spike. I need to start over, and I need to take it seriously. That means I need to be somewhere that is going to be permanent for a while at least. I need to find my footing, discover who I am, because I’m not that girl. I know you don’t want to talk about tomorrows or that kind of stuff, and honestly, nor do I. I’ve been here a week and already it feels like so much longer. I don’t want to pressure you or for either of us to make decisions that are too hasty in whatever this is. But I need to know if this is my home or if I need to find another.”

  I know the sensible thing to say would probably be to suggest she finds her own place, just like Zach has, but the thought of letting her go, of having to find someone else to live here with me, fills me with dread.

  I make a snap decision, one I hope I’m not going to regret down the line.

  “This is your home, Kas.” I cup her cheek and lift her head so she has no choice but to look at me. “If you want it to be.”

  “But…” She blinks at me, chewing on her bottom lip and making me want to make it my own. “Which bedroom?”

  “Do we have to define it?”

  “I guess not.”

  “We can both just live here, and the rest we can make up as we go along.”

  Her eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’m not used to. She wants to know why, why I’m so closed off to the idea of a future, of committing to anything.

  “I was engaged.” The words tumble from my lips without permission and she stills in my arms, sucking in a surprised breath. “We were young, we’d been together since we were fourteen. She was my best friend, my first, my everything.

  “We’d lived together all through uni. Our families thought it was a bad idea, but we were determined. It was… everything. Every day I fell in love with her more and more. Everyone thought we’d grow apart, but we never did.

  “I’d been saving my arse off so that we could put a deposit down on a flat on the outskirts of the city. It was in a really shitty area, the flat was tiny, but I didn’t care. I just wanted us to be together, and thankfully my gramps helped to make it a possibility.

  “I’d bought an engagement ring, and on our last day at uni, I took her to the flat and proposed. She didn’t see it coming at all. It was priceless.” I can’t help smiling as I think of that day, of the happiness I felt at knowing she was finally going to be mine.

  Kas must see my face change, because she reaches out and cups my cheek, her thumb gently caressing
my stubbled jaw.

  “We never moved in.” Kas gasps, probably thinking that she died. Over the years, I wondered if it would be easier to deal with if she had. “She started an internship the following week, met some guy, and within six weeks she told me that she no longer loved me and walked away from everything we had.”

  “Oh my God.” Kas’ hand lifts to cover her mouth. “Spike, shit.”

  “I was left with a flat I couldn’t afford alone, and an engagement ring that was worth fuck all to pawn.”

  “And a broken heart,” she whispers.

  The ache in my chest I’m all too familiar with pulls tightly, making my breathing falter.

  “Broken doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

  “Jesus, Spike.” Leaning forward, she captures my lips with her own and kisses me so sweetly that it helps to release the pull in my chest, replacing it with a much scarier sensation.

  We’re both breathless when she pulls back, her eyes dark with dirty intentions.

  “I’d love to be your housemate if you want me. No labels, just… us.”

  A smile twitches at my lips as I look down at her.

  “That sounds pretty perfect to me.”

  “There’s just one problem,” she says with a wince.

  “Yeah?”

  “Zach.”

  “I’ll talk to Zach.”

  “And tell him what? That we’re some weird mash-up between housemates and friends with benefits?” The colour drains from my face at the thought. How the hell am I meant to explain this to someone else if we don’t even know what it is?

  “I’ll figure something out. In the meantime, stop distracting me from the incredible pancakes my girl made me.” I push her up from my lap and grab my fork.

  I stuff a syrup-covered slice of pancake into my mouth and look up at her when I realise she hasn’t returned to her seat.

  “What?” I mumble around the food.

  “You called me your girl.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” Weirdly, I don’t feel the panic I thought I would at that slip.

  “Yeah. I liked it.”

  “Good. Now eat. I’ve got plans for you later.”

  Once we’ve finished, I reluctantly drag on my gym clothes and throw my duffle over my shoulder, ready to set off.