Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He thrust his cock against mine, ground our groins together, making another electrical storm surge inside me.
I slid my hands down to his ass, our bodies aligned and tight against each other as we tongue-kissed hungrily. I damn near whimpered when he pulled far enough away to slip a hand between us and wrapped it around both our cocks, stroking as we fucked his fist together.
“I finally get to paint you with my load. I’m going to do it every day, watch it dry on your skin so I know you’ll always have me on you.”
“Fuck…” That quickly, my eyelids fluttered, my thighs trembled. I pushed my tongue into his mouth again and came, hot spurts on his hand and our stomachs.
I cried out when Isaac pulled back, but he didn’t go far, just took his own dick in hand, jerking it until his eyes rolled back, his balls drew tight, and he shot rope after rope of cum on my stomach.
The second he finished, Isaac pulled me close and buried his face in my neck. He held me in a tight embrace, and didn’t let go.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Isaac
I didn’t want to let him go. I worried that if I did, reality would set in, and we’d realize what this really entailed, the two of us being together and all the consequences. What if something changed? What if Lane realized he didn’t really love me and we ripped our family to shreds for no reason, and then had to figure out how to put the pieces together again. How would Dad feel about Lane if he hurt me, or if I fucked up, which I was good at. Would Helena still love me? Would she be able to look me in the eyes? Would I lose her and Dad along with Lane? Would I cause Dad to lose Helena, the person who’d brought him back from the dead?
This was a complex situation in more ways than one. It affected more than just the two of us.
But in that moment, I was standing there naked, with Lane in my arms. My cum on his skin, and the marks from my mouth on his neck. So I tried to focus on that.
“I hope you don’t think I’m through with you yet,” I said, pulling back but not looking him in the face. “I didn’t really get to do much devouring so far.”
When nothing but silence greeted me, I risked a glance in his direction, hoping I didn’t see regret there, but knowing I wouldn’t blame him if I did.
“We’re in so much trouble, aren’t we?” he asked, unsurprisingly. I’d expected it to hit him, even if the remorse didn’t come. It had hit me too, but I was more selfish. I’d wanted him for so long that I would blissfully pretend all was fine if he would.
There was no reason to lie to him, though. He would know I was because we both knew the truth. “Yes.”
“They won’t understand.”
“No,” I replied. “They won’t. Maybe eventually we can make them see, but that’s not something we have to worry about today. Today, and as long as you’ll let me, I’d just like to lie to myself, make myself believe I can have you. And fucking. I’d like to do that as soon as possible, please.” I winked.
Lane gave me a small smile, one that carried a little sadness in it. “Isaac.” He cupped my face again, brushed his thumb beneath my eye, then pulled me in and gave me a soft kiss. At least he wasn’t saying my name as if it was a warning anymore. “You already have me.”
Yes, but for how long? Because I didn’t know if Lane could do it, if he would tell our parents we were in love with each other, see the disappointment and confusion aimed our way, and still decide I was worth it. “Let’s take a shower. Someone got paint all over me…and this fucking room. That same someone has a lot of cleaning to do.”
“Let me guess, that someone is me?”
I took his hand and tugged him toward the door. “It would make more sense. Who does the paint belong to?”
“Who was the one smearing it everywhere?”
“That’s beside the point.”
Lane chuckled and followed me to my bedroom and into the en suite. I opened the glass doors of the shower and turned the water on, finding the right temperature.
I signaled for Lane to get in first, which he did, and I joined him. Red and yellow bled to the floor, the colored water making brief patterns on the tiles’ shades of gray before sliding down the drain, and with it, the evidence of what we’d done.
I pulled Lane close, ran my hands down his slick body, over his firm ass and back up again, before burying my hand in the hair at his nape and tugging his mouth to mine again. I couldn’t stop kissing him, touching him. It was needy as shit, and if he were anyone else, I would hate them seeing this side of me. But then, if he were anyone else, I wouldn’t feel this way about him.