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)
“Why is this so hard?” I ask, mostly to myself. “Love should be easy. Mom and Dad make it look so simple.”
“It is simple,” Ronan whispers. “Simple to us. Just because no one else understands it doesn’t mean it’s not the easiest thing in the world for us.”
“How does Raegan fit into all this?”
“She just does. She’s always been there and right in the middle.”
I think back to the moments she and I have shared. Hot, passionate moments. Thinking about her naked tits bouncing has my dick filling with blood and hardening again. He’s right. She’s twisted up right here with us.
“I should probably go before anyone comes looking for me,” I say with heavy regret. “I’d rather stay right here with you.”
He moves his head and kisses my jaw. “We’ll have more time. Go, Ryder.”
With a groan, I give him a hot, dirty kiss and then slide out from under him before my unruly dick can suggest more playtime. Ronan leans on one elbow, watching me with amusement. I shake my head at him when he laughs as I attempt to wipe all the cum off my raging erection. It’s a miracle when I manage to get it contained to the confines of my boxers and then locked away in my jeans. Once I’m completely dressed, I grab the discarded shirt I’d used to clean myself and toss it at him.
“I want to do this again soon,” I warn him, grinning. “Just give me time to recover.”
His eyebrow lifts and an evil smirk twists his lips. “I’ll suck your dick until your ass is no longer sore.”
My dick throbs painfully. “That was cruel,” I grumble, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Really fucking cruel.”
He starts cracking up with laughter, missing the leg hole of his boxers twice before he manages to get his leg through. “You’re the only man I know who thinks a promised blowjob is cruel.”
I flip him off, chuckling right along with him. Our easy conversation has the muscles losing their tension in my neck. He’d been so closed off to me and now it feels like we’ve gained so much ground. I have my brother—my best friend—back and it feels amazing.
“Night, Ronan.”
He climbs out of the bed, pulls on his glasses, and then saunters over to me. All his muscles flex beautifully and on display. Heat burns through my every nerve ending. God, how I crave to go another round with him.
“Night, Ry.” He curls his hand around my neck, pulling me to him for a dirty, promising kiss. My eager hands find his ass, squeezing and pulling him against my front. Both our dicks are hard, pressed against the other. “Better go before I think twice and decide to keep you trapped in my bed.”
I lean my forehead against his. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
After another kiss, I finally manage to tear myself away from him. I throw on my boots and coat before slipping quietly out of the cabin. Nerves threaten to consume me as I expect to come face-to-face with Dad. No one is on the cabin porch except Mage, who watches me knowingly.
“What?” I mutter, taking off in long strides away from the cabin. “I really thought I was just going to talk to him.”
Mage huffs as though he doesn’t believe me.
“Not my fault it took longer than I expected.”
And that I ended up getting fucked by my brother…
My mind is racing with a thousand different thoughts, going back and forth between how wonderful it was and how horrible it would be if our parents found out.
In the end, I chase away all the bad thoughts and replay every single memory of tonight over and over again. The chill of the fall air, whispering of a looming wicked winter, does nothing to cool the blazing fire running hot in my veins.
This may be wrong, but my life finally feels as though it’s starting to go right.
All I had to do was quit fighting and give in.
* * *
* * *
I woke up this morning sick to my stomach. Not just queasy, but full-on sick. I’d had to rush out of the cabin under the ruse I wanted to check on the chickens, but in reality, I’d ended up puking my guts out behind the equipment barn.
I am so screwed.
How can this be real?
I’m only seventeen. When I turn eighteen in a few months, I had these grand plans to leave the confines of my parents’ strict ways—to build a cabin of my own and live by my own rules.
Was that just a stupid dream?
Why did I stupidly have sex with my brother knowing good and damn well the women in this family are quite fertile?
After getting sick, and the wave passed, I didn’t go back to Ronan’s stifling cabin where my family has been holed up. I’d climbed on top of the roof of the big house, testing its sturdiness, and was relieved to find my old spot with the same view. I’ve been sitting up here, contemplating everything while freezing my ass off.