Take (Need #2) (10 page)

She laughs under her breath. “It’s not like he and I were together, so I have no real reason to be upset, right?”

I wish that was true. So damn bad. “You might have not been together, but there was something between you guys. He had no right to do that to you.”

“Was there something going on between me and Austin?”

“You were sleeping together.” I can’t keep the bitterness out of my tone; don’t even bother to try.

“I only slept with Austin that one time.”

What . . . my mouth falls open, and I can’t formulate a response. I can barely formulate thoughts.

Once? He only had her
once
?

Once is more than enough, but hearing that he hasn’t slept with Kira since that one time . . . fuck. I feel like I’ve been hit. Elation bubbles up in me, until I see the look on her face.

It doesn’t matter how many times they were together, if she keeps insisting she isn’t hurt. Obviously she is, and even though I don’t know why, the desire to hurt him in return won’t leave me alone. “It’s fucked up what he did to you, Kira. Let me make him pay.”

“Why is it okay for you to hurt me, but it’s wrong that he did so?”

God damn, this girl has a way of cutting me to the quick with her words. “None of the things I did to you were okay. I’ve told you hundreds of times. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad, Kira.”

“So you want me to forgive you, but not him?”

I get why she’s asking me these things. I even appreciate the fact that, instead of pushing me away completely, she’s actually trying to understand me.

Still, opening up isn’t my strong suit. Not even with her. Being put on the spot so suddenly makes me want to shut down, avoid further discussion.

But I know I won’t. When it comes to what I want with Kira, I finally have my shit straight. I’m going to do what’s right. “You can forgive him if you want. Yet we both know that the one thing I don’t want is for you to be with him.”

She tilts her head, hair sliding over her shoulder. My phone goes dark. I hurry to turn it back on, needing to see more of her.

Just looking at her is better than any sex I’ve ever had with anyone else.

“It has to be your pride,” Kira says thoughtfully. “That’s why you don’t want me with him.”

Fuck, yeah. My pride is involved. I won’t deny it. I’m a guy, and some other fucker is actively trying to take what’s mine. “It’s not just that. I love you.”

“You say that so easily now. But you never stopped to think how much you were hurting me all those years. I’m supposed to forgive you for that? What if his reasons are similar to yours?”

The comparisons to Austin are fucking killing me. No matter how deserved they are, she has to stop that shit before I lose my mind. “You’re right, baby. I didn’t stop to think about anything.”

Kira tenses up at my admission, and I see the anger rise in her. The resentment.

I hurry to add, “I was too caught up in my own pain, and I had to escape. That’s what losing you did to me. It fucked me up so bad, and I was already fucked up to begin with.” Admitting I’d been a pussy back then isn’t easy, but it’s true. “I was frantic to numb myself, and I couldn’t. In the end, that was the hardest lesson.”

“What was?”

“That no one on this planet is you, and you’re all I fucking want. I don’t care how, what I have to do to earn you.” Leaning toward her, I lock eyes with her. “And trust me, Kitty. I’ve learned my lesson well.”

Even in the dim light of my phone, I see her cheeks pinken. Her expression is lucid, focused intensely on me, trying to gauge my honesty, and I start to wonder if she’s even drunk anymore.

Kira gets on all fours and starts crawling toward me.

I tense.

Breath leaves me.

Desire collides with that ever-present, insatiable hunger. The force of it burns through my veins and slams into my cock.

My mouth fucking waters with every centimeter that she gets closer.

She’s drunk. Definitely still tipsy at the least. There’s no way one of my most violent fantasies is coming true this easily.

I slam my head back against the wall. “Kira, why—
don’t
.”

Her hand lands on the floor next to my hip. Her other hand lands on the other side.

My hips jerk up toward her, seeking. “
Kitty
.” Don’t do this to me. Not right now. I can’t fucking fight it . . .

“You’re only saying all these things because you want to fuck me.”

I groan at the tone of her voice—husky, low,
hungry
for me.

“And for some reason, Brayden—” She presses her lips to my ear. “—Right now, I really want to let you fuck me.”

Oh God. “No, baby. Please.”

She drags her lips along my jaw, down to my chin.

Push her away. Fucking hell, do it.

“All . . . this . . . time . . .” Kira ducks her head, kissing the spot under my chin. A sweet, almost affectionate kiss; it sends shocks through me, making my hair stand on end. “Trying to get me to fuck you—” Parting her lips, she drags her bottom one up my chin, toward my mouth. “And now you’re turning me down?”

I snap my head back before my lips connect with hers. “If you were fucking sober, I’d have you flat on that floor right now, thighs spread for me.”

Giggling, she rubs her cheek against mine, purring in the back of her throat.

My cock jerks at that sexy sound.

“Do it,” Kira whispers. “Pin me under you. Spread me wide.”

Holy . . . fuck . . .

Such dirty words from my girl . . . I freeze, then reach out and grab onto her waist to pull her back.

Shit. Bad move.

Her waist is tiny, fits right into my hands. I could use it to control her rhythm, how fast or slow she slides up and down my cock . . .

No.

She bites into my neck, right where she marked me before, and her hand lands on my dick.

“Kira, baby. Oh fuck, yes.”

Biting down harder, she jerks me through my jeans.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Kitty. Stop.”

She moans around my flesh, sucking hard,
wanting
to mark me.

My dick pulsates for her.

Her hand squeezes down around me.

Groaning, I lean forward and kiss her neck. Just one kiss. One taste and I’ll stop.

My tongue flicks out.

One taste isn’t enough. Fuck, it’ll never be enough.

I thrust up into her hand, sucking her into my mouth.

She whimpers and bites me even harder.

Fuck yeah, I want it. I want the promise of violent sex between us. Want her claw marks running down my back, her bite marks all over me.

“Fuck me, Brayden. Fuck me hard.”

Yes. God, yes. I slide my hands down her slim back, toward her ass.

Sanity shoots through my mind. A momentary burst of common sense.

Not like this. Not. Fucking. Like. This.

I slam back into the wall behind me, at the same time jerking Kira away from me.

On her knees before me, she blinks up at me, expression hazy with lust.

I scramble to my feet, adrenaline pumping through my veins. My cock is so hard he’s practically pointing at her. “No.” My voice breaks; I clear my throat before speaking again. “It’s not happening like this, Kira.”

“I don’t get it. You keep trying to fuck me.”

“I don’t just want to fuck you!” Bending down, I run my fingers down her cheek. Smooth. Delicious. If she were sober right now, I’d eat every inch of her. “I want
you
. Not just your pussy. And letting you fuck me while you’re drunk doesn’t help me with that.”

Her calmness evaporates. Jaw clenched, she moves away from me. “I’ll never be your girl, Brayden.”

It hurts every time she says that. Not that I pay too much attention to it. She wants to believe her words, I see that. Regardless, it’s not true. “If you truly believe that, come find me tomorrow. Sober. Come and ask me to fuck you while you’re fully aware of what you’re asking for.”

I watch her get to her feet. “And if I do?”

Impatience rides me, almost overruling my resolve. I don’t allow myself to contemplate my answer for too long. “If you do . . . then I’ll give you what you want.”

God help her, because I will. I’ll give her every single thing she’s asking for.

“Even if I were to come find you tomorrow, sex is all you’d get from me.”

I laugh. Not because I find this funny, but I can hear the doubt in her tone. “You keep telling yourself that.”

She doesn’t respond. Her stubbornness is almost visible. Without another word, she heads to the entrance of the tree house.

All right. If that’s how she wants to play it, I’ll continue to go along with it. For now. Eventually, I’ll break her down.

When it comes to this—to us—she isn’t more stubborn than I am.

June 10th, 2015

“What is he doing home?”

I grind my teeth as I pull up into the driveway next to my father’s car. It’s past one in the afternoon on a Wednesday. If it wasn’t for Kira’s car sitting out front, I’d turn my ass back around before walking inside. I’m ninety percent sure he’s cheating on Sonia. All the signs are there—late nights working, missing dinner, fighting, and a waning of affection between them.

I’m not even out of my car when the asshole opens the garage door and walks out. He stops mid-step to stare at me before continuing on.

“How did it go?” He shuffles his suit jacket from one arm to the other and pulls his keys out, keeping his gaze from mine.

“Good. I found an apartment near campus in the same complex Ryan and Dana are in.”

He gives a curt nod. “How much is that going to set me back a month?”

I clench my teeth. “About the same.” I hate these conversations. The awkward, stilted flow of forced words from a broken relationship. It’s almost like we’re strangers, and I don’t know if it will ever change. I don’t even know if I want it to. I hate him.

After throwing his jacket in the car, he sighs and looks up at me. “I wish you’d decided years ago to go to OSU instead of changing in your last year of undergrad. Would have saved me thousands in out-of-state tuition.”

It takes everything in me not to go off on him, to explode out all the feelings I’ve been holding back for years.

I shrug, the tension thickening between us. “Yeah, well, it’s where I’m going to get my Master’s, so I figured why not go now?”

“That, and your
sister
is going there.” I hate his tone. The way he accentuates that one word.

“She’s not my sister.” It’s an automatic response, and one I’ve practically growled at my father. Too late to take it back now.

A triumphant sneer forms on his lips. “The law says so, and everyone knows she’s your stepsister.”

His attitude screams out that he knows I want Kira. Not that it matters. I don’t care what people are going to think anymore.

“Fuck that.”

His eyes flash as he slams the car door and stomps over to me. We’re eye to eye, but that doesn’t mean he stops trying to appear larger than me.

“Listen and listen good, Brayden. I am your fucking father, and you will respect me and what I’m about to say.”

I let out a harsh laugh and shake my head, my eyes hard. “After all the shit you’ve done? You lost that a long time ago.”

He grabs hold of my shirt and pushes me back against the side of my car. Face inches from mine, the explosive, testosterone-fueled rage I know all too well—one of his character traits I inherited—emanates from him. My fists are balled up, ready to lay the fucker out.

“Stop acting like a little spoiled-ass punk kid. Grow the hell up. You’re twenty-one now, and that means only two more years of tuition from me before you have to pay for it yourself.”

He pushes off me and heads back to his car.

“Fine by me.”

“One last thing.” He opens the door again and points a finger at me. “If you want to stay in this house, make sure you keep your fucking dick away from your sister.” He slips into the car, slamming the door, then revs the engine as he backs out.

My nostrils flare with each harsh breath, nails digging into my palms. The pain is the only thing that kept me from hitting him, from getting out all of my anger and frustration. Blood thumps through my veins as I stand there, waiting to calm down before I tear through the house and do the exact opposite of his words.

An anger fuck will not win me any points with Kira, especially for our first time.

Instead I stare down at the concrete beneath my feet, anger boiling off me as I attempt to blow the driveway up with my mind.

When it doesn’t work, and I give in to the fact that I do
not
have superpowers, I head inside. Once in the shade of the garage, I notice Sonia’s SUV parked there. Another oddity for a Wednesday afternoon.

The thought that maybe they were having a little afternoon delight flies right out of my head when I walk into the kitchen from the garage.

Sonia stands at the kitchen island, shoulders shaking. She gasps at the sound of the door shutting and turns to me, her fingers quickly wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Brayden, you’re back.” She gives me her best attempt at a smile. “Any luck?”

I nod, my hands twitching at my sides to offer her some comfort, but not knowing how. The hurt on her face makes me feel bad for my stepmom for the first time. Sonia didn’t know what she was getting into when she started sleeping with my father. I’ve been pissed at her for years, but the sad expression she’s been wearing the last few weeks is melting my anger because it reminds me so much of what my mom went through.

That fault lies with my father, not her. I see that now. Vulnerable and lonely, she was easy prey. And I know the only damn reason he married her was to have the perks of a wife again.

“Yeah, I’ll be just a few buildings down from Ryan and Dana.”

Her fake smile reaches her eyes as it turns into a real one. “That’s great. I’m happy you’ll be close.” Her gaze flickers to the clock on the wall. “I need to be getting back to work.”

“Home for lunch?”

She picks her purse up from the counter, along with the keys laying next to it. “I somehow forgot my phone this morning, so your father and I met for lunch.”

I step aside, opening up the path to the door.

“Dinner will be a little late tonight.”

I give her an honest smile. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to feed myself.”
I did it for years before he married you.

She reaches out and squeezes my arm. “Thank you.”

After she leaves, I stay in the middle of the kitchen, listening to the sounds of the house, thinking. Lost in thought, lost in memories, lost in dreams. There’s a duality going on, deja vu like energy buzzing through me.

The click of a door, followed by the sound of water rushing through the pipes in one of the walls, reminds me I’m not alone.

She’s here. Upstairs.

I move without thought to the entry and look up the stairs, listening.

Music blares, but isn’t enough to cover the beating of water raining down in the hall bathroom or the unmistakable clatter of rings sliding across the shower curtain rod.

Three seconds later, my dick is hard and leading the way up the stairs. The door is open a crack, the music radiating from her room.

Kira’s naked.

Kira’s naked a few steps away.

A ripple ignites my body as it moves through. I reach down and adjust my hardening cock as I step into my room.

There’s no stopping where my mind has gone and where it’s taking me. I pull my shirt up as I toe my shoes off, then pull my shorts and boxer-briefs down, taking my socks with them.

Completely naked with my cock bouncing, I walk over to the bathroom door.

Wet heat, saturated with a sweet, succulent scent of my girl and whatever shit she uses, pours out of the gap she’s left. I place my hand on the door and slowly push it open enough for me to slip in, then push it back.

She’s singing along with the music, a Maroon 5 song. The combination of sounds is so loud, she doesn’t even hear me.

I grab onto my cock, stroking it a few times to calm the fucking raging need for the friction of her pussy.

Was I pissed off? Doing some deep thinking a few minutes ago? I don’t even remember, because my dick rules with a fucking iron fist. The directive is simple, one objective.

Come.

And then fucking come again.

All over and inside my girl.

I bite my lip, holding back a moan as I squeeze down on my cock.

The song ends and I hold my breath, listening to the water hit her body, hoping she doesn’t hear me. After all, there are some markings on my body I’m not ready for her to see. The most recent is still healing, and I have nothing to hide them.

The next song is hard and sexy, and I can’t stop my hips rocking my cock in and out of my fist. Being this close to her naked body is too much for my poor dick. It needs, begs for, skin on skin.

I pull the side of the curtain opposite of the showerhead and peek in. She’s facing away from me, her head under the spray rinsing out her hair.

I take the opportunity and climb in behind her.

She hears me this time and jumps as her head whips around. Her eyes go wide, then she’s facing away again.
“Get out! You can’t be in here. Mom and Steve are downstairs.”

I freeze for a split second before smiling, not that she can see. She didn’t call me names or hit me or tell me to fuck off. No, Kira’s worried about our parents.

“They went back to work.”
I step forward, the tip of my cock pushing into her soft ass cheek before sliding up and landing in the dip of her fucking perfect backside, the tip pressing against her back. The rest of me stops an inch or two before touching her as I reach over her shoulder and place one hand on the wall while the other moves down her side to her hip.

“I said get out.” She tries to sound tough, to give a biting edge to her tone, but it doesn’t work.

This little bit, caging her in, is enough to turn her on, to take over her body just like she takes over mine.

I’m breaking her down. Little by little.

“Not leaving. The scent of warm, wet kitty is one fucking strong aphrodisiac, and I want to play.”

She shoves her elbow back into my ribs, making me flinch but not hurting. “Idiot.”

I let out a chuckle as I brush her hair away from her neck. She’s more worried about being caught fooling around than me touching her, teasing her, making her come.

“When my cock is finally inside you, that’s when you’ll get it. After that, no one else will be able to satisfy you. It’ll be me and my cock you’ll crave. Once inside, you’ll never want me to leave.”

Her fingers flex against the tile and she lets out a whimper, her hips rotating.

I groan, staring down at the drop of precome, spreading it across her back. “A little more of that, and I’ll empty my balls all over you.”

Her breath comes out in pants as I rock into her, one hand on her hip, drowning in the friction of her skin on my dick. I snake my hand around her waist and down, slipping them between her pussy lips, finding her clit and grinding down on it.

She lets out a gasp and a strained moan.

“No. No, no, no.” She shakes her head and grabs hold of the shower curtain, yanking it open.

I don’t even have time to grab her before she picks up her towels and runs out of the bathroom.

The warm spray of water falls on me as the door to her room slams shut.

She left before I could tease her any more, before I could make her come, make us both come. Now, I’m left in a fucking state with my cock ready to burst.

The music stops, but no new song begins.

I’ll give her a new sound for her playlist.

The tip of my dick is wet. Wet enough that I don’t need to reach for the soap. I palm the head, smearing all that precome around. Once my hand is nice and wet, I slide it across the top of my hard-on, around, squeezing tight.

It’s almost enough to make me come.

I let go of my cock and flatten my hands against the tiles. Leaning forward, I try breathing slowly in an effort to calm myself. I don’t want to come. Not yet.

The agony of wanting Kira, of not having her, is fucking delicious. Logically, I know I shouldn’t get off on this pain, but I do. I want more. I’m already delirious for her, but I want to be pushed so far past the edge that the sickness in me becomes permanent.

Maybe it already has.

Her ass felt so good beneath the sensitive skin of my tip.

My hips rock at the memory, thrusting my cock into empty air.

“Fuck.” Reaching down with one hand, I cup my tight balls, tugging on them. Running my fingers in light circles around the soft, ridged skin, I close my eyes and imagine it’s Kira’s wet tongue.