Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Ronan?” Raegan whispers.
His heavy breathing continues, undisturbed. It has both of us relaxing. Not that he can’t be a part of our middle of the night conversations, but because he’s finally resting, not trapped in the throes of another nightmare.
Raegan curls her body against mine, her thigh resting on mine. My arm is wrapped around her and I hug her closer. Her soft touch as she runs her fingers down the rivets between my abs has me suppressing a shiver.
I like the way her hands feel on me.
And when I’m in the shower, I imagine them going lower.
My dick twitches at the thought, but I quickly push that line of thinking away. I run my fingers up and down her arm, noticing the goose bumps there.
“Cold?” I murmur, kissing her head.
“A little.”
Her fingers dance lower, playing with the hair around my belly button. I grit my teeth to keep from groaning in pleasure. It’d be wise to move her hand back up my chest, but I’ve been aching for her touch even though it’s not just the wrong time to allow it, but just plain wrong in general.
She’s. My. Sister.
“Ryder?”
“Mmm.”
“I’m worried about Ro.”
“Me too, baby.” I wince at my word choice. “Me too.”
Her lips press to my pectoral and then her tongue peeks out, teasing a wet trail over my skin. My dick, which I’d barely been keeping in check, thickens and strains against my boxers. Hopefully, she doesn’t notice.
Of course Raegan misses nothing.
She dances her fingers through my happy trail before boldly running her palm over my erection through my boxers. A grunt escapes me as my cock jolts at her touch.
“You’re hard,” she breathes, her words hot as they tickle over my chest. “Really hard.”
Heat floods through me and it takes everything in me not to thrust up against her palm. I want her to curl her fist around my dick, fucking it hard. As soon as that thought enters my mind, I shove it away.
“Rae,” I croak out. “We can’t do this. Not now. Not ever.”
Especially not now.
What would Ronan do if he were to wake and witness what we are doing?
“You always say the most wounding things when I’m being sweet to you,” Raegan whispers, hurt in her tone. “Why can’t you just let me touch you like we both want? I bet it’ll be quick. Like twenty seconds tops.”
I choke on a groan when her hand slides under the material, boldly taking hold of my cock. It feels too good to have her stop. Having her hand on me like this is everything I’d ever fantasized about. I throw my head back, unable to control the need coursing through me.
“It’ll feel better if it’s wet,” she whispers. “Trust me.”
I don’t have a chance to process her words before she’s moving down my body. She pulls my boxers down enough to free my dick and then her tongue is on me.
Her. Fucking. Tongue.
I nearly nut just then, overwhelmed with pleasure. I’m barely able to stifle a moan as her lips wrap around the head. Her mouth—her perfect fucking mouth—is hot and wet, sliding easily over my tip. I hiss, unable to keep the sound from escaping when her tongue runs down my shaft.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Holy fuck.
Once I’m slick with her saliva, she moves back up my body, settling at my side again. Her palm slowly tugs at my aching cock, slicking over the wet flesh.
It’s too much.
I’m going to die.
Within seconds, just as she predicted, my cum shoots out of me without warning. It splatters all over my chest and her hand. She keeps stroking, only slowing when the twitching and spasming of my dick finally settle.
“Rae, baby,” I rasp out. “That was…”
“Good?”
“Fucking amazing.” I kiss her head, savoring this stolen moment. It only takes a few minutes until the guilt is back.
“It’s fine, Ryder. I can feel you tensing, but it’s fine.”
I’m soaked in my own cum that my sister so expertly jerked out of me while my brother slept right beside me.
Nothing is fine.
“We have to clean up and you need to go back next door.” I nuzzle my nose against her hair. “Please. I just…it’s too hard to think straight after what we did.”
She sighs heavily. “I’ll go, but I’m not sorry for making you feel good.”
Reaching for her, I settle my hand around the back of her neck, urging her to my mouth. I plan to give her a soft, appreciative peck on her lips, but instead end up devouring her sweet mouth.
We’re both panting by the time we come up for air.
“Leave, baby, please.”
This time, she doesn’t sigh. She kisses me again and then she’s gone.
I am so fucked.
Ronan sits at the firepit, glaring at the flames. It’s chilly out tonight and he’s not wearing a jacket. I saunter past where Wild and Chet are each trying to outdo the other with outlandish stories about their classmates while Sadie giggles uncontrollably. Kristen listens, a smile on her face, but doesn’t join in on the laughter. Raegan, after a lot of coaxing, is finally letting Aunt Eve fix her hair from where Mya botched it. It’s the perfect time to try and talk to Ronan while everyone is distracted.