by Alexa Rynn
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean men want what they can’t have. Show up somewhere he is looking hot in a little dress and pay attention to any other guy around beside him. No guy wants a girl that some other guy doesn’t want more. Get it?”
Was my stepbrother honestly telling me trying to make Danger jealous was the best plan? I wasn’t sure that would go over too well. Danger had an awful temper and it seemed like egging it on wasn’t the best plan.
“But he gets mad easily,” I pointed out.
Trigger laughed loudly and his brown eyes sparkled. “Who cares? That’s not your problem. If you paying attention to other guys is a problem for him then maybe he should treat you a little better. Right?”
I thought about what he was saying for a minute and then decided he was right. I was eight-teen now, a grown woman. If I wanted to go out in a short dress and get attention from guys who actually seemed interested in me that was my business. Who was Danger to say what I could or couldn’t do? He was the one who didn’t want to sleep with me. I had made a fool of myself when I pretty much threw myself at him that morning. Why couldn’t I find someone who was actually interested in me if I wanted?
I leaned up and kissed Trigger on his cheek. “Thanks, Trigger. You’re kind of the best.”
Trigger smiled the same cocky smile that all three brothers seemed to carry with them everywhere they went. “Hey, man, that’s what I do.” His grin disappeared and a look of confusion came across his face. “So, you know who Jennifer Moore is, right? She was in our grade.”
I did know who she was, actually. She was pretty in a less obvious way, some might even call her nerdy but she had always been nice to me in school. She was one of those girls that didn’t care what you looked like. If you were cool she was cool. She seemed too good to be on any of my stepbrother’s radar; unless her momma was using again and she owed them money or something.
“Yeah, I know her,” I said, choosing my words wisely. “She’s a good girl.”
“Yeah,” Trigger looked deep in thought for a second. “Didn’t she use to date Johnson from down on the 3rd?”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “Maybe. Why do you care?”
“Oh, I don’t. I don’t at all,” he told me. “I just ran into her the other night and I was thinking about how I hadn’t seen JT around in a while.”
Something about his tone made me think there was more to what he was saying than what he was telling me. But I knew better than to push Trigger about the girls in his life. Besides I couldn’t really blame him, it’s not like I was being that honest about what my intentions were with the guys in my life.
“Anyway,” Trigger asked, playfully hitting me on the knee. “You gonna hang out for a while, kid?”
“Why not?” I asked him. “Why not?”
He grinned and grabbed the remote off the floor where he must have thrown it the last time he watched T.V. The screen sprang to life and I leaned back on the sofa, pretending that there aren’t fifty million thoughts running through my mind at the moment.
Damn Danger and the hold he had on me.
***
“You look bad, girl.” Meghan looked me up and down, admiring her handy work. She had been hard at work since I showed up at her house two hours ago telling her I needed her to make me look like the sexiest bitch she had ever seen. She had clapped her hands together, jumping up and down on the floor of her tiny apartment. “I have been waiting years for this exact moment!” She had practically screamed out.
Now, looking at myself in the mirror, I knew I had come to the right person. Meghan definitely had a knack for making all the girls in our city look good. Way better than we would look otherwise. I almost didn’t recognize myself. I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever looked this good in my life. If this didn’t make every guy in the city look at me as more than the kid sister of the famous Ford brothers then I didn’t know what would.
This was sure to get Danger’s attention.
My normal shoulder length hair was blown and ironed out, extensions weaved in and out of my head made my hair look fuller and longer. My makeup was flawless, dark and sexy around the eyes, bright and attention getting around my cheeks and lips. My eyes drifted down to the dress that I was wearing. If Danger thought the dress he had seen at the club last night was bad he hadn’t seen anything yet. This one was way worse.
The fabric was silky and short, a dark red color. It hugged my butt just right, showing off how big it was. The front dipped down low, revealing my C cups perfectly. The white heels I was wearing made my legs look long and smooth.
“Your boobs are on point in that dress, girl,” Meghan said, reading my thoughts.
“I don’t even know who I’m looking at,” I admitted, still admiring myself.
Meghan laughed, her long hair swaying back and forth in front of her dark skin. “You looking at you, baby! The you that has just been waiting to come on out and be wild!”
I laughed loudly, not being able to help myself. Meghan had a way of bringing that side out of you, the side that just wanted to have fun and not worry about anything else but the moment.
“Now if you are done gawking at yourself let’s get a move on. It’s already late enough.” Meghan knocked her thick hips into me and laughed. I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly good she looked as we leave her building and started the walk toward the club. She was wearing a dress that was even shorter than mine, her hair and makeup just as good as mine. Meghan never had problems getting attention from any guys. She definitely had it going on.
We had picked a club on the other side of town, deciding to stay away from the place we had been at last night. Not that a shooting would happen twice in the same weekend at the same club. But who knew? In this city, anything was possible.
I had no idea where Danger was tonight, just like most nights. He never told me anything about his business, anything about where he was or what he was doing with his brothers or club. I wasn’t worried about where I was going, though. It didn’t really matter. Danger knew everyone. That meant it didn’t matter where the hell I went; if I was flirting with a guy someone would tell Danger, and fast. Everyone was just dying to do the most recent thing that got him or her on his good side.
The club was already packed by the time we got there. People were swimming in and out of the dance floor and bar. I could tell my new look was working for me based off of all the attention I was getting. Guys had been staring me up and down since I stepped out of Meghan’s building. Both on the street and in the club, it was only a matter of time until one of them came up to make their move. I was sure most of them knew I was the Ford brother’s little stepsister, but you got enough alcohol in someone and they became brave.
I sipped on the drink Meghan ordered me by the bar and waited patiently. I didn’t know why I was so nervous, but I was. I hadn’t felt nervous the entire day but now that the moment was actually here I felt like I had bricks in my stomach. Maybe this was a horrible idea, why had I listened to Trigger? It’s not like he had the best track record when it came to girls. He had never even had a girlfriend!
“Dance with me.”
The voice was dark and mysterious in my ear. I turned around and come face to face with a dark-haired guy with light brown eyes. He looked around my age. His face was hard and he licked his lips approvingly as he looked me up and down. I might have waited for someone better but I could see at least two of Danger’s boys watching us from across the bar. He would have to do.
I took a long swig out of my drink, finishing it, and held my hand out for him to take. He grabbed it harder than necessary and dragged me out toward the dance floor. Someone was eager to get his groove on. We barely made it to the dance floor before he swung me around, pushing my ass into him.
I grabbed his hands and started dancing on him slowly. I could see one of Danger’s boys shaking his head and taking his phone out of his pocket. It wouldn’t be too long now; unless Danger sent
one of them over to do his dirty work, then all this would have been for nothing. The thought annoyed me but I pushed it out of my mind.
The first few songs were okay but by the 3rd I could tell the guy I was dancing with was getting bored. I glanced around but Danger was nowhere in sight. The guy flipped me around roughly and pulled my waist against him hard. He slapped my ass through my dress really hard and I jumped back a little bit.
He laughed loudly. “Look at that jiggle.” He slapped my ass again, even harder this time.
Great.
I tried to laugh him off and move my body further away from him but he grabbed me hard, pulling me closer to him again. He grabbed my hand hard and dragged it down to the top of his pants, rubbing it over his rock hard cock. “Look what you did, bad girl.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, the first guy who had come up to me was the one who was the corniest one in the club. I tried to move away from him again but his other hand was around my waist, holding me tight.
I yanked my hand away from his crotch but made little progress. He was way stronger than me. He grinned and I could feel his hand drift down to my butt again, grabbing it roughly. “You’re a bad girl.”
“I need a drink,” I yelled over the music, hoping to slip away from the situation. I would have to find another guy to make Danger jealous with. This one clearly wanted to fuck right in the middle of the dance floor.
The grip on my wrist tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere. You can’t just get me excited then walk away. Don’t be a stupid bitch.” He slipped his fingers underneath my skirt and I gasped. I yanked myself back and tried to get away but he just laughed and tightened his grip on me again.
This was such a bad idea. How could I have ever thought this was a good idea? His boys probably hadn’t even called Danger. They probably were just thinking about what a hoe I was and minding their own business.
I was considering my options, wondering if I should kick him in the balls or start screaming at the top of my lungs when I was being pulled away from him. I only saw Danger’s eyes for a second, but I could tell they were filled with fury and rage.
The kid I was dancing with was being thrown across the bar within seconds and the club grew quiet. Danger followed his motionless body and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him up from the floor. I chased him over to the bar, terrified of what he might do.
“Danger!” I screamed. “Stop!” Not because I cared about the kid but because there were a couple dozen witnesses all over the club.
Danger’s eyes burned into the kid who was now filled with fear.
“Nothing was going on, bro… I didn’t –“
“Shut the fuck up,” Danger said, pushing the kid’s body further into the bar. A couple of glasses fell down and shattered to the ground. He glanced around the bar slowly. “You’re lucky that this place is filled with people right now. If I ever see you near her again I swear to god it’ll be the last thing you ever do. Get the fuck out of my sight.” He released the kid and he took off out the side door as fast as his legs could take him. Danger turned toward me, looking me up and down. His angry eyes met me. “Go wait by my bike. Now.”
And I knew better than to not obey.
The ride back to our apartment was silent. Danger sped through the streets, zooming in and out of cars. He knew I hated when he drove his bike so recklessly so I knew he was trying to piss me off on purpose. I only glanced at him a few times but both times he has a stone cold face, no emotion showing.
I jumped out off as soon as we got home, running upstairs to my room and slamming the door shut behind me. I knew this had been my doing, that I had wanted this, but somehow it had gone differently in my head. Now I was left alone with a pissed off Danger and I didn’t want to deal with it. I was mad at myself but I was mad at him, too. Coming in there and acting like a complete crazy person over a dance. If I had ever done something like that to him, he would have thought I was a crazy ass bitch.
He swung the door to my room open without knocking and stood in the doorway not saying anything. He studied me up and down slowly, not saying a word, the same anger burning through his eyes.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I was just having fun. You didn’t have to come in and cause a scene!”
Danger pushed the handle of the door into the wall and it pushed through causing a huge hole to form in the wall. Typical.
“Fun? His hand was up your dress! That’s what you call fun? What are you trying to do? Be a slut like all your basic ass bitch friends?”
“No one's a slut around her beside you!” I yelled back.
Danger laughed then ripped the knob off of my door in one swift motion, throwing it on the floor. “There’s no excuse for how you acted back there. You could have got someone hurt, Kat. You knew what would happen if you started acting that way in public.”
“I don’t care! I won’t stop! I’ll keep doing whatever I want with any guy I want until I lose my virginity! I’ll just be more sneaky about it!” I was yelling and acting like a crazy bitch but I could have cared less.
Danger’s eyes grew wide with anger. “Fine. I’ll just have to assign a detail to you then to make sure you stay out of trouble.”
I gasped. “LET ME LIVE! JUST LET ME LIVE, YOU ASSHOLE! JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK I’M TOO HIT FOR YOU TO FUCK DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN STOP ME FROM HAVING SEX WITH OTHER GUYS!”
Danger’s eyes grew soft and he sighed loudly. He took a few steps closer to me, kneeling down and resting his hands on my knees. “Kat, it’s nothing about how you look. Trust me. That’s not the problem. It’s just wrong.”
“I don’t think it’s wrong. I think it’s right.”
“When I saw you dancing with that guy…”
“What?” I pushed him.
Danger just shook his head. “I wanted to kill him.”
I gathered up all the courage I had left and leaned forward, gently brushing my lips against his.
Danger sighed. “Kat. We can’t…”
I grabbed his head in my hands and yanked him closer to me, kissing him harder. This kiss was longer and deeper, his tongue brushed against my lips, begging for entry and I granted him access. He pushed me back on the bed and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.
We were making out and grinding our bodies against one another hard. I could feel my panties starting to get soaked from the sensation that his hard cock was sending up and down my body as we dry humped.
I knew right then and there how bad I wanted him.
How bad I wanted him to be my first.
How bad I wanted him to fuck me.
I moaned into his lips and pulled him even closer to me. I couldn’t believe I was making out with my stepbrother right now. It was so hot and exciting. He started kissing me on my neck, making his way lower and lower until his tongue was dipping in and out of my cleavage. I gasped and he nudged one of my boobs with his head, wanting access. He took one of his hands and pulled my dress and bra to the side so that both of my C cups were fully exposed. He grinned and started sucking on my nipples, smothering my tits with kisses in every direction.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “Danger, that feels so good.”
“Say it again,” he demanded.
“That feels so good.”
He kept sucking on my nipples, harder now.
My pussy was dripping like crazy.
“I’m so wet,” I moaned.
He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his perfect muscles and abs. I had seen him shirtless before but I had never been able to touch him the way I could now. I got to work rubbing my hands up and down over his stomach, taking in all his beauty.
He grinned and stuck his long tongue inside of my mouth again. I parted my legs and he slid his hand between my legs, feeling my growing heat through my panties. I felt him groan into my mouth then he slid my panties down in one swift motion and inserted his finger insid
e of me slowly so he could feel my full wetness on his fingers.
He started fingering me slowly and I gasped. I took my hand and started to rub it over his hard cock that was bulging out of his pants. He searched my eyes and I nodded, letting him know that I wanted him to take it out.
He unzipped his pants slowly and his huge member popped out. It was rock hard and looked even bigger than it did last night if that was possible. I started jerking him off with my hand as he fingered me and I could tell he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
He paused, unsure.
“Please,” I moaned, pulling him closer to me.
He ripped his pants and boxers off in one swift motion and then pulled my dress off over my head so I was just in my bra. His eyes drifted up and down my body and I smiled nervously. “Damn, Kat. You’re so beautiful.”
I pulled him on top of me and we started making out again. I could feel how hard his dick was between my legs and all I could think about was how bad I wanted it. After a few seconds, he pulled back, searching my eyes. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I’m sure.”
He spread my legs further apart and started to slowly work his hard dick inside of me. All I could feel at first was the pain. With each inch, I could feel myself stretching further and further. He went slowly, though, his eyes on me the whole time letting me know he would pull out anytime I wanted.
But I didn’t want him too.
I took the pain, not allowing myself to tell him to stop and finally he was all the way inside of me. He barely fit, he was so big, but I didn’t care. Something about having him inside of me felt so right.
He started rocking back and forth inside of me and after a few seconds the pain disappears and all I was overcome with was pleasure and heat. He moved up and down inside of me, and I grabbed him, kissing his lips hard and hungry so I wouldn’t scream.
“You’re so tight, Kat,” he moaned in my ear.
“You feel so good inside of me, Danger.”
“You like that?” he asked. “You like the way my big cock feels inside of you?”
