Page 71 of Unbound
“You’re beautiful,” I pant, focus shifting across her face as I pull back to push forward again.
Her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t close her eyes, and I’m thankful for that. Before, I never waited for her to come herself during sex, it was all about me and I didn’t care if she enjoyed it. A pain stabs my heart. I can’t believe I ever had those feelings.
I whisper I never want to stop in between her pleas that I don’t, our words suffocating in the space between us as lips find lips.
She wraps her legs around my waist, forcing me deeper. I breathe quicker as I move, grinding and pushing and teasing. “Fuck,” I curse, my nose brushing hers as I trace her bottom lip with my tongue. Her hands dig into my sides, deepening the kiss.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her lips against my ear.
I won’t. I can’t. Not now. I bury my face between her neck and shoulder before sliding my palms down her legs, hands curling around thighs to move faster.
As if she wants just as much as I’m giving, she spreads her legs wider. I begin to rock against her with desperation, chasing the need.
I don’t know why, but I have a sudden need to look at her. Lifting my head, I exhale slow, quick breaths as I move above her.
And it’s too much, for us both maybe. My pace quickens, whispering words against her lips that make her moan, unravelling beneath my touch.
And then my attention shifts to her falling apart beneath me, my head bent, watching and cursing before as I shudder and groan.
I collapse against her, unwilling to move, our bodies bathed in blue dawn. She runs her fingers through the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of my neck, feeling the beat of my heart gradually beginning to slow.
Silence lingers between us, neither of us saying a word. I don’t know what this means and neither one of us says anything even when we part. She doesn’t move right away, but too soon, she smiles at me and sits up as I roll to the side.
Reaching out, I grasp her wrist when she attempts to get up. “You don’t have to go.”
“I know.” She touches the side of my face, her thumb brushing over my lips. And then she leans in, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. I try to make her stay, my hand cradling the back of her head but she pulls away, and I don’t want to force her into anything. Not anymore.
And then she’s gone, and I’m left staring at my ceiling wondering what this means. It certainly didn’t feel like a good-bye.
BEFORE I’M EVEN coherent, I’m hard, my dick throbbing. It’s something that happens often, sure, but this morning it’s different. I wanther. And before I know it, I’m palming it. Breathing in deeply, my back arches against the mattress.
God I wish she was in my room again. She slipped out of the room moments after we finished and I didn’t stop her. I knew the last thing she wanted to do was explain to anyone why she was in my bed. That was for us to figure out.
But I’m still hard and the need for more is still there. I tighten my grip when there’s a bang on my door. “Get up, fucker. It’s wedding day and I need your help moving shit.”
It’s Raven.
Perfect fucking timing.
Groaning, I roll on my stomach for obvious reasons because she doesn’t understand privacy and basically does a cannon ball onto my bed. “Moving what?” I mumble into the pillow.
“Tables, chairs, lots of things, and it’s raining and muddy….” Her voice trails off, a gasp following. “Youdirtyfucking slut.”
My eyes snap open.Fucking shit. I forgot to get rid of the condom wrapper. It’s on my nightstand.
I start to roll my eyes but Raven punches me in the kidney. “I don’t need any of your smart-ass remarks today.” And then she smacks my ear, hard and pulls my hair. “You break her heart again, and I’m going to come in here and cut your dick off, do you hear me?”
“Ihearyou.” I shake my head trying to ungrip her hand. “And if you don’t get out of here, I’m going to rip this blanket off and show you what areal dicklooks like.”
She pulls my hair harder. “Whatever.”
Like the perfect fucking timing Nova has, she comes into my room next and Raven’s quick to grab the condom wrapper, pinch my nose so I open my mouth and then shove the wrapper in my goddamn mouth.
I hate my sister. I really do. There’s been times I wish she would have suffocated in the womb. It’s awful, but now is certainly one of those times when I have a motherfucking condom wrapper in my mouth.
I have a weak stomach but the fact that my seven-year-old niece is standing in front of us, hands on her hips and her mess of brown curls matted to her head, keeps me from vomiting. “It’s raining outside.”
Raven stands up from the bed. “It’s no big deal. We got this.” And then glances down at me, smiling. “Don’t we, Uncle?”
