CLAIM (Dirty Brothers Series Book 3)

by Penny Wylder

  I push inside. “Almost done?”

  “Yes,” he says. “This has to dry, and it will get another coat in the morning.”

  Circling the sculpture, I take it all in. Swirling loops that are one connected line. The surface morphs from smooth to flowers to stars to hands and back to smooth again. I finish my circuit and look down at the signature. “Wait a second,” I say, seeing the name carved into the wood. “L.R. Mackenzie. You’re L.R. Mackenzie?”

  Robert suddenly looks awkward. “Yeah. I thought you knew.”

  My mouth hangs open. “Knew that you were one of the most famous sculptors in America? No, I didn’t know that.”

  He smiles, suddenly seeming reserved. “There’s a reason you couldn’t find me through my money easily. I haven’t used my father’s money for anything but charity in probably ten years. Everything is under Mackenzie. It’s my mother’s maiden name.”

  I realize something. “I told you my story about your father. You haven’t told me yours.”

  Robert’s eyes darken. “No, I haven’t.”

  “Are you going to?”

  His jaw clenches, and he takes a deep breath. He’s silent for so long that I think he may not answer me, but he finally does. “It’s not just one thing. It’s a lot of things. For one, he cheats on my mother. All the time and without restraint. I know of at least one half-sibling. And yet my mother stays. She’s either oblivious or she loves him too much to leave, and every time I think about it I—”

  Robert breaks off, and I can feel the anger coiling inside him. “And I worked for him for a while. I know what he does to people. He squeezes them, manipulates them until they’re indebted to him and doesn’t let them go. Every time it’s something more, and I didn’t like the fact that he thought ruining people’s lives was an acceptable business practice.”

  “So you left?”

  He shrugs. “I tried. By that time I had been experimenting with art—privately, because my father doesn’t believe that art is a real career. I’d sold a couple of sculptures, and I’d had offers for commissions. So I took those on and left the family business. I didn’t have the funds to do what I wanted to. To come out to some place like this. But I separated myself from the family as much as I could. And I eventually bought this place. Last year when I left I swore I’d never go back to any of them.”

  There’s a knot in the pit of my stomach. “Until I showed up on your doorstep.”

  “Until that.”

  There’s nothing I can say to him, because he’s my ticket to freedom. I can’t say that he doesn’t have to go back because he does. We made a deal, and even though his father may be the devil, I have a contract with the devil and I need the money he’s offering.

  Robert puts his hands on my shoulders and slides them down my arms. “But I’m glad he sent you, because if he hadn’t, I wouldn’t be about to take you upstairs and fuck you.”

  “But—” I point at the sculpture.

  He shakes his head. “It’s as done as it’s going to get tonight. And you promised me a show.”

  “I did promise that,” I say carefully. “Okay. I have to get ready first though.”

  Leaning in close, there’s a wolfish grin on his face. “Where do you want me?”

  “Upstairs.”

  Tilting my face up to his, he gives me a brief kiss. “More than five minutes and I’m coming to get you.”

  My heart starts to beat faster, and I listen to him walk up the stairs before I sprint out into the living room to the pile of clothes I left there. For a tiny store in a town that can’t be more than a few hundred people, they had a decent selection of clothes. And the underwear set I found is adorable. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. I said I would because I didn’t think that he would be able to finish the sculpture tonight. I didn’t actually have a show planned. Serves me right for saying I’d do something I wasn’t prepared for.

  I strip off my clothes and put on the new lacy set of panties and bra. They’re a deep burgundy that I think looks pretty good on me. And then I pull out the flannel shirt I took after Robert left the store. It’s even tighter than the one I had on in the dressing room with him and I’m spilling out of it. But it’s long, so I tie the ends up so my stomach and the underwear are showing. That’s it. That’s all I’ve got right now. I think it will be enough.

  I climb the stairs and push open the door to Robert’s bedroom, and my breath catches. He’s already completely naked, sitting at the foot of the bed. His cock is fully hard, and a thrill of anticipation goes through me, my mouth watering. He’s given me one orgasm today, but he hasn’t fucked me, and I want him inside me as soon as humanly possible. The ways his eyes are consuming me right now, I’m sure that’s going to happen soon.

  “I lied,” I say.

  “Oh?”

  I swallow. “I didn’t have a show prepared, and I’m pretty sure me giving a strip tease would be the most awkward thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life.”

  Robert looks me up and down again. “Trust me, Anna, you’re putting on a show.” I blush, and he reaches out his hand, pulling me to stand between his legs. His hands land on my hips, slowly turning me so he can see every angle. “This is actually better,” he says, “because now I get to take my time and peel you out of these clothes.”

  Turning back to face him, I like the way he’s looking at me. My breasts are right in front of his face, and he knows it.

  “How attached are you to this shirt?” he asks, untying the knot that I’ve tied, and flipping me onto the bed so he’s hovering over me.

  “Not at all. It barely fits. I just bought it ‘cause I thought you’d like it. Why?”

  “Good.” He puts his hands on either side of the collar that’s barely containing my breasts, and tears it open. Buttons fly everywhere, and I gasp. His mouth is on my skin immediately, kissing and licking and I’m already wet and ready for him. I don’t know how I thought I could ever last thirty days without this. And it’s not getting better. Then more he touches me, the more I want. It’s like I’m fire and his touch is gasoline.

  Robert tongues my nipple through the lace of my bra, and I moan, arching my back off the bed. “You remember those things I said I wanted to do?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “They’re just a few of many, but I’m going to give you a choice. Both choices end in your second orgasm, and maybe more.”

  I can feel his cock pressing against my belly, hard and ready, and I’m finding it hard to breathe. He’s everywhere—lips on my skin, legs against mine, hands pinning mine to the bed. “What are the choices?”

  “Tits or ass, sweetheart.”

  I swallow, and I feel like all the air has gone out of me. Because I remember what he said that first time in his bed. “I’ve never done either of those things.”

  The look on Robert’s face is feral. “I like the idea of being some of your firsts,” he says.

  “Both,” I say.

  He freezes. “What?”

  “I want both.”

  He comes unfrozen, crushing his mouth onto mine. An all-consuming kiss that pours more fuel on the fire. My pussy is dripping with want and need, and the fact that it’s not going to get any attention right now, and he’s still promised to make me come, is even more arousing. “Anna Collins,” he says, “you are the most surprising woman I’ve ever met.”

  I laugh. “Is that good?”

  “More than good, it’s fucking sexy.”

  He kisses me again, pausing to pull back and look at me. Robert raises an eyebrow, asking, and I nod. The way he kisses me now, tongue plunging into my mouth, it’s like he’s giving me a preview to exactly how he’s going to fuck me. He reaches toward the side of the bed and grabs a bottle of lotion. Given that he’s already said that he’s jacked off while thinking about me, I can guess why it’s sitting there and I feel my cheeks turn pink.

  Robert peels the straps off my shoulders, and helps me out of the bra. “I like it when you blush,
Anna. It’s the same color as these.” He tweaks one of my nipples with his fingers and it hardens under his touch. “Every time I see that pink I want to see if the rest of you is blushing too.”

  He’s moved up, straddling my waist, and his cock is right there, between my breasts. He takes the lotion and spreads a generous amount on his hands. Then he touches me. A firm massage, covering my breasts in creamy lotion, and the way he’s rolling them through his hands makes my eyes flutter shut in pleasure. He touches every inch of them, massaging the sides and top and down to my ribs and back. He pinches my nipples, pulling on them until they’re so hard I can’t help but moan again. My tits are glistening with lotion now, and he presses them together.

  Robert slides his cock into the valley between my breasts. “Fuck,” he growls. “This feels so good baby.” I watch his eyes fall shut as he presses between my breasts, thrusting again and again, sliding easily against the slickness of my skin. It feels strangely erotic, the way his cock travels through, peeking out above my breasts, so, so close to my mouth. It’s so close that it’s tempting. And even though I already got to taste him today, I flick my tongue out, catching the tip of him as he thrusts.

  “I’m not going to last if you do that,” Robert says, sliding in and out slowly.

  I move my hands to my breasts, holding them together so he doesn’t have to. I press them harder than he was, and the sudden sensation pulls a groan out of him. “Then don’t last,” I say.

  He leans forward, taking his weight on his arms and starts to fuck. I feel his cock slip in and out and beyond reason I can feel him get harder. Every line of him is taut; the veins in his arms standing out as he holds himself up, and I can see the ridges of his abs sharpen as he moves. He’s so close. I press my head down and open my mouth, and suddenly he’s sliding into my mouth with every thrust, and Robert groans. He speeds up his pace, fucking my breasts with an urgency that tells me he needs this. Wants this. But he’s holding back just enough to make it last.

  I swirl my tongue around him every time he passes my lips, and I hear his breath go ragged, suddenly his motions aren’t rhythmic, they’re desperate. His eyes fly open, locking with mine. He manages to find the words. “Open your mouth.” I do, seconds before he comes. Salt and heat stream into my mouth, splashing across my chest and breasts. It pools on my tongue and Robert grunts with every last thrust until he stills, spent. He watches as I swallow him, and then I suck the tip of his cock again, getting every last drop, and feeling it jerk like it wants another round.

  “Fucking hell,” he says, sitting back and breathing hard. But he doesn’t look satisfied. If anything, the lust on his face is deeper, more acute. “Turn over.”

  Oh God. I’m really going to do this. He’s going to be the first person to take me there, and my pussy spasms in response. I want to feel what it’s like to have Robert where no one has ever gone. I turn over slowly, and he slides my panties off, brushing my ass with his lips. Just lips at first, and then tongue. And then tongue and teeth moving across me. His fingers spread me open, and this is far more vulnerable than I’ve felt in a long time. Just a touch of his finger to the bud of my ass, and I gasp.

  Robert laughs. “You’re going to have to relax if this is going to work.”

  “I don’t know if I can,” I say. I want this, but in practice it’s…different.

  “Don’t worry,” he says, “I’ll help.” And then his mouth is on me. There.

  His lips press against my ass, and the flick of his tongue shocks me. I’ve never felt anything like it: alien and arousing and intimate. His hand curls around my thigh, and fingers find my clit. I’m so hot, so wet, that his fingers slip across me, and he laughs. The vibrations do funny things to my ass, and need coils in my gut. The stroking, stroking, stroking of his fingers on my clit matches the stroking, stroking, stroking of his tongue in my ass, pushing deeper, taking all of my focus away from my anxiety and putting it on my pleasure. His hand doesn’t move, gently circling my clit, just enough to keep me on edge. But his mouth leaves, and suddenly there’s a burst of cold on my skin—the lotion.

  Robert smooths it over the space where his tongue just was. And then I feel it—his finger again, this time more insistent, pressing against my opening. I clench myself shut out of pure instinct. “Push out against me,” he says. I take a deep breath, and do. It suddenly gets easier, and the tip of his finger slips into me. Oh my God, it feels so strange. Good, but strange.

  He’s gentle but consistent, pushing in and pulling out, sinking further each time until he says, “There. That’s my whole finger.”

  It feels impossibly big, and strange tingles are running across my skin like nothing I’ve ever felt before. If that’s his finger, I can’t imagine his cock fitting. “You won’t fit.”

  He kisses the back of my neck, “I will, sweetheart. I will. We’ll go slow.” Pulling his finger back slowly, I suddenly feel empty. I want to feel that sensation again. There’s something deep in my gut that tells me that sensation can and will lead to more. To greater pleasure.

  It’s cold again, more lotion, and then it’s him—the head of his cock. I moan, because he’s so, so big. This is a whole new world of sensation, and I can feel my body stretching, growing, trying to fit. I push back against him as he pushes in. Slow and steady. I don’t think he’s going to fit. He’s still not even in, and the stretch is on the edge of pain and pleasure. Suddenly his head pops in, and the air is knocked out of me. I thought I felt full when he was in my pussy, but not even close. This is so much more than that. “Oh my God.”

  Robert starts to circle my clit again, and pleasure explodes through me. It races up and back and around and somehow just Robert’s cock in my ass wakes up a whole new set of nerves connected to my clit and I think I’m going blind with pleasure. I squeeze down on him, and he makes a noise deep in his throat. My muscles are starting to relax, and it feels more normal to have him there, and he knows.

  “Time for more.”

  He presses in again, slowly inching deeper, and every millimeter feels like a mile. All of a sudden I feel an orgasm coming, rising up from a place so deep I didn’t even know it existed. Faster circles on my clit, a driving rhythm that’s pushing me straight to the edge, and I’m so close that I’m panting, moaning, writhing. I can’t control myself. It’s right there, and one last flick with his fingers is what sends me over the edge.

  The world disappears, and I’m consumed. I’m a bonfire of pleasure, I feel nothing but that. There’s a chance that I pass out for a second, because it’s that good, that pure, that un-fucking-believable. I come back to myself, and I feel Robert push in deeper—all the way. The skin of his hips rests against my ass, and I’m fuller than I’ve ever been in my life. I can’t breathe, because if I breathe it fills me with that strange sensation that almost hurts but feels so good.

  Robert’s mouth is at my ear. “I’m all in, baby. How do you feel?”

  I don’t know what to say. “Yeah.”

  He chuckles, “Good?”

  “Weird. Good. I don’t know.”

  His hips move, and I gasp. It’s so strange, and so new, and my body is already so aroused that I almost come again. He keeps making those tiny movements, in and out and in and out and my breath starts coming with his movements. Tiny shocks and spasms run through me. Robert starts to move more, bigger thrusts, pulling out further, and pushing in faster. He’s easing me in, and it feels good. Really good.

  His hand moves from my clit, curling down and in, slipping a finger inside my pussy. I honestly didn’t think that it could get any better, but it did. My mind is glazed with pleasure and I feel like I’m drowning in it, but I don’t know if I can come again after the first orgasm. “It’s too much,” I say, digging my fingers into the sheets.

  “No,” Robert says, “It’s just enough.” And then he thrusts in again.

  12

  Robert

  Being inside Anna like this is like a fantasy. She’s so tight, her ass squeezi
ng me like a vice that I’m barely holding myself back from filling her with come.

  “It’s too much,” she says, her voice barely there, almost a whisper.

  I don’t think so. She’s going to come again. “No. It’s just enough.” I add a finger inside her pussy so that she feels like she’s being fucked in both holes. Anna’s pussy quivers around my fingers and I know that she’s almost there again. I love the way she comes, so completely lost that the pleasure takes her away.

  Her body is pliant beneath me, finally adjusting to my size, and I pull out farther, thrusting faster. God, she feels so fucking good, and holding back is so hard that I’m grunting with every thrust, but she’s going to come first. One more finger, and I can feel the stretch in her pussy. She’s shaking, whimpering, taut as a string. I brush my thumb across her clit, and her entire body goes still. Then it feels like her whole body spasms. She screams, coming, her pussy gushing onto my hand as her ass clenches down on my cock, and I can’t hold back any more. My own orgasm overflows, pleasure on the edge of pain bursting through me as I come, cock jerking as stream after stream pours out, surrounding me with heat.

  I nearly collapse on top of Anna, catching myself at the last second. Her breath is coming in gasps, hands reflexively gripping and releasing the sheets as the orgasm washes over her. She barely notices as I pull out gently and clean myself off, and hasn’t moved when I come back to the bed. Not until I lie down next to her and pull her in, draping her across my chest so that her head rests on my shoulder.

  “Are you all right?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” she says, but it feels like she’s barely conscious of the answer.

  I stroke down her body, enjoying the feeling of her on me. I’m happy to wait until she’s entirely recovered, because this is so enjoyable. It takes some time, but I notice when she starts to stir, her breath coming back to a normal pace, and her fingers starting to trace lines on my chest. Finally, she looks up at me. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”