“Cartwright pride, huh? You don’t think we taught her that lesson when we blocked their ability to profit from stealing cars?”
“I think we taught her boyfriend a lesson. If she learned it, she wouldn’t feel like she could call me a cunt via my car door.”
There was a pause, coupled with the sound of tapping, like something was being placed on a hard surface. I sniffed the air. Toast and coffee. They were having breakfast. My stomach growled, but I couldn’t exactly walk out there to join them because they’d know I’d been listening.
“And how long is this lesson of yours going to take?”
“I don’t know. It’ll cost a grand or two to fix the door, so a month?” It sounded like he was looking for confirmation from his brother.
“A month?” Abbot obviously didn’t think having me around for that long was going to work for him.
“It’s not cheap.”
“You can’t keep her here for a month.”
“Why not? Nate and Sam married Holland and Alesha to stop them from being a problem. This is way less drastic.”
“You can’t seriously be comparing the two situations.”
“Why not? Jazz wanted this one dead too.”
“Because she’s annoying. Not because she knows anything. You could cut this girl loose at any time, and you know it.”
“Then how is my Ute gonna get paid for? I let her go, she’ll never pay for it. She needs to stay and work off her debt.”
“All this trouble for a couple grand. Jesus, I’ll fucking pay for it. Hell, I’m pretty sure we could call in a favour and get it fixed for free if we wanted.”
“I’m not giving my wheels to a chop shop. I’ll never get it back.”
Abbot laughed, but in a disbelieving way. “You’re making excuses. Turn her loose, brother. If you’re not even fucking her, there’s no point in her being here. Unless, of course, you want her here… Do you like her, Kris? Is that what this is about?”
“It’s not about that at all. It’s the principle—”
“Then turn her loose. She’s a liability to the business and you know it.”
Fuck. My heart leapt into my throat, beating wildly as the pause drew out with no response. Then it came and the ground disappeared from under me.
“Fine.”
No. No. No. Not yet. I knew this wasn’t going to last, but I thought I’d have longer than a week. I pressed my hands to my eyes. God, I’m such a loser. Even my kidnappers don’t want me.
A chair scraped and footsteps echoed down the hall, getting closer. Panicked, I flipped over to my stomach, my hair covering my face as I forced my breathing even, pretending to sleep while my mind raced. What am I gonna do?
The door opened then closed and I could feel his presence pressing in around me. Nothing happened for a moment. It seemed like he was just standing there watching me sleep. Then he let out a sigh and went into the bathroom. The shower turned on.
I don’t want to sleep in my car tonight.
I sat up and looked around. I needed more time. Even a month was better than nothing. Maybe it would give me enough time to win them all over so Toby would follow through and help me find my feet like he said. I needed to stay.
With my heart beating like crazy, I got up and walked towards the bathroom. The door was ajar and when I pushed it farther open, I could see him in the shower, bracing himself against the tiles, his head bowed forward as the spray hit the back of his neck.
He was a fine specimen of a man. Tan and taut all over, muscles bulging, skin so smooth you wanted to lick it. It made what I was about to do so much easier.
I took a deep breath for courage, then I pulled my singlet over my head, quickly pushing my panties to the floor. I can do this.
As I reached for the shower screen, my hand shook, but I pushed through. The worst thing that can happen is he kicks you out. And from the sound of the earlier conversation, that was going to happen anyway. So I had absolutely nothing to lose.
Closing my eyes for a second, I pulled the screen open then stepped inside. Kristian froze, lifting his head from the spray as the cool air hit his skin.
“What are you doing?”
“I woke up and heard the shower on,” I said in a soft murmur. “Thought you might like some company.” Placing my hands on his back, I then slid them around his torso, pressing my body against his, skin to skin. His muscles quivered beneath my fingers, giving me the confidence to keep going. “I had a dream about you last night,” I lied. “It was a lot like this. You were there. I was there, and you were”—I slid my hand lower, triumph and relief flooding my system when I found him—“hard.” My hand barely managed to wrap around his girth. He was even bigger aroused than he was au naturel. It set my entire body on fire, imagining what it would be like to take something so big inside me, what it would be like to take him in my mouth. I hummed with pleasure as I slid my hand along his length and his breathing changed. My clit pulsed between my legs as my own excitement intensified, then his hand clamped down around mine, stopping me.
“This isn’t why you’re here,” he said, his voice thick, strangled.
I pressed my lips against his back, running my tongue up his spine. “I know that. But this could be an added benefit. We’re both adults. We have needs. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Just”—I tightened my grip from beneath his hand, feeling his cock pulse against my palm—“two people who don’t hate each other having a good time.” He groaned and released his hold on me just a touch. When I moved my hand, he moved his with me, as if he could handle this more if we jacked him off together.
It was ridiculously hot. I hadn’t realised how much I wanted him until I started touching him. Now I couldn’t think of anything but. My body ached with need.
As we stroked his cock, his breathing increased and my insides tightened. I relieved some of the pressure by rubbing my breasts against his back, satisfying my need for friction.
“Fuck,” he groaned, suddenly pulling my hands away and turning around, pinning me against the tiled wall by my wrists. “What are you trying to do to me?”
His erection pressed into my stomach and I rolled my body against it. “Nothing that you aren’t doing to me.”
“This isn’t—”
“Why I’m here, I know,” I whispered. “But it’s what I want.”
His heated eyes flickered then dropped to my mouth before returning to my gaze. He was fighting it.
“Don’t you want it too?” I asked, rolling against him again. “It feels like you do.”
He growled and then his mouth landed on mine, brutally taking control of the depth and angle of the kiss. I felt…consumed, the intensity of what was happening between us far bigger than I’d expected.
His hand slid down my side, pulling at my thigh then lifting me so I was wrapped around his waist, his cock resting firmly against my core as he pressed against me, his shaft gliding up and down through my juices, over my clit. It was the closest you could get to fucking without actual penetration. The friction sent me into a mind-numbing frenzy. I moaned into his mouth, whimpering and quivering, my sounds echoing off the walls as he kept moving, both of us getting lost in the sensation.
“Fuck me, Kristian. Oh God.” I threw my head back, hitting it against the tiles as his movement increased and the pressure at my core reached bursting point. “Holy fuuuck!” I screamed, coming undone against his shaft, just as he twitched and his warm cum squirted between us, landing on my stomach and his.
“Shit,” he hissed, dropping his head against my shoulder, his hot breath hitting me in the neck. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why? That was the best non-fuck I’ve ever had,” I gasped, a little shocked that someone who could be such a jerk could kiss me like that.
He laughed. “The wettest dry-hump on record?”
“Yeah. And it was…unexpectedly intense,” I returned, fishing to see if he’d felt the explosive power of what we’d just done the same way I had.
His brow knitted as he nodded, his eyes searching mine. “Unexpectedly intense,” he repeated.
I nodded, my body still wrapped around his.
“Fuck.” I wondered what that expletive meant as he lowered me to the ground and helped me get cleaned up before shutting off the shower. He even wrapped the towel around me and secured it at my chest when we were finished.
“It’s OK if you want me to go,” I said as he secured the towel around his own hips. Something about his silence told me he was deep in thought, the discussion he’d had with Abbot was obviously weighing on his mind. “I don’t want to be in the way.”
“You heard us talking?”
I nodded. It was probably dumb to admit I’d overheard them talking. But Kristian was a smart guy, he’d figure it out on his own.
Letting out a sigh, he ran his hands through his dark hair causing his muscles to flex. My insides jolted, and all I could think about was tasting every part of him.
“Fuck, you’re good-looking,” I whispered, unable to stop the words bursting out of my mouth.
The corner of his mouth quirked and he moved closer, hooking his finger underneath my chin. Oh God, please kiss me. “Two people who don’t hate each other, huh?”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
“OK,” he said. Then he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me until I was a puddle of need at his feet.
“Kristian,” I whispered, my hands resting against his chest.
“Hmmm?” He moved his mouth so he was sucking beneath my jaw.
“Please tell me you have condoms.”
“I do.”
“Good. Then get one and fuck me.”
Chapter Nine
A Puddle Of Liquid That Can’t Even Speak
“So what do you guys normally do on the weekends?” I asked when I emerged from the bedroom, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I was wearing my jean shorts again with an orange fitted tank top that I tucked in at the waist. It was simple, but functional. Living in a car meant that I only had the bare minimum of clothing, so I made do with what I had.
“Depends,” Abbot said, holding the remote in his hand and flicking through channels while he lounged on the sofa.
“On?” I asked, feeling a little uneasy with the tightness in his jaw as he focused on the TV. If the sound travelled both ways, he’d have heard everything that went on with Kristian and me just now. I imagined that after the conversation he and Kristian had had about cutting me loose, he was supremely pissed.
Kristian lifted his head from the newspaper he was reading and looked at me in that way new lovers do. “On whether we have family shit to do, or if we’re on our own.”
“You guys seem pretty tight-knit,” I ventured, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. I took a bite.
“You’d think. Especially since outsiders cause problems. Right, Kris?” Abbot looked at his brother who just kept reading the paper. Then he sighed and shut off the TV before standing up. “I’m going to Jazz’s for a while. Have fun fucking.” Jesus. Bitter much? He scooped up his keys and headed for the front door, pausing before he walked through. “For the record, brother, I think you’re making a huge mistake.”
The mistake being me. Well, that really killed my after-sex buzz. I hid my expression by taking another bite of my apple.
Kristian responded by saluting him half-heartedly. “And I think you’re being a prick.”
Abbot scoffed then left. When I heard his 4x4 fire up, I turned my attention to Kristian. “Still want me to stay?” I asked, leaning my butt against the bench.
Kristian looked at me and nodded slowly, smiling as his eyes did a little undressing. “He can stay somewhere else if he has a problem with it. Come here.” He sat back in his chair, legs wide. I approached him slowly, seductively, curiously. I enjoyed the way his eyes felt on me, but it didn’t escape me that I was now the cause of a disagreement with his twin. That was a pretty big deal and put me in an incredibly precarious position. Blood was thicker than water, after all.
“Closer,” he urged when I stopped in front of him.
I smiled and shifted forward. “This close enough?” I stood in the space between his legs.
“That’s perfect,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips and wasted no time pulling my top from my shorts.
“I just put that on, you know.”
“You want me to stop?” He paused, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he waited for me to respond, teasing.
I shook my head and held his eyes. “Not for a second.”
“Then I want you naked on this table with your legs spread.” He unbuttoned my shorts while I pulled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor. With a tug, my shorts fell to my feet. He released this little rumble of appreciation as he took in the lacy underwear and bra, the only decent set I owned, but I was glad I’d kept them. The look in his eyes was enough to have warranted making the space for them in my pack.
Grabbing my hips, he spun me around, his hands moving over my thighs and the curve of my arse before pressing on my skin and sliding up my back. He unhooked my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. Then he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and…tore.
“No!” I gasped as they fell to the floor. “They were my nicest pair.”
He stood up behind me, his erection pressing through his shorts and into my back as he slid his arms around my waist and palmed my breasts with one hand, pulling my head back with the other. “I’ll buy you five new pairs,” he growled. “Or, better yet, quit wearing them altogether.” Then his lips crashed into mine. The taste of him flooded my senses, causing my clit to cry out for attention. I whimpered, twisting myself in his arms and practically climbed up his body. I needed to be closer.
With his hands going to my arse, he lifted me then placed me on the table, the cool of the wood shocking against the heat of my skin. But I didn’t care. I was lost in that mouth of his as it demanded more from me. “Fuck me, Kristian. Please,” I begged, my insides aching for him still. How is it that my enemy is the best lover I’ve ever had?
“Not yet,” he gasped, dragging his lips past my jaw and down my neck, sucking on my breasts as his hands roamed all over my skin. I could barely stand it.
“Please.”
Still fully clothed, he pressed his erection between my parted thighs. “So impatient,” he whispered. “Don’t be in such a rush this time.”
“But I really want to come.”
He chuckled. “I love that you’re so greedy. Incidentally, that’s exactly how I plan to spend my weekend—making you come.”
Oh my Lord! Did I just hear that right? What kind of a man is this?
He positioned me so my feet were on the edge of the table then withdrew from my body. I whimpered from the loss of his mouth, his touch, his heat. But then he pulled the chair closer and took a seat, his face right between my legs.
“This is what I wanted to do to you when you were standing there in those bikini bottoms cooking dinner for me last night.” He ran his hand down my mound, teasing either side of my lips.
“Why didn’t you?” I asked, my voice husky as I quivered with desire.
He chuckled. “Because we had an audience.”
“They probably would have liked the show.”
“Hmm.” He slipped one long finger into my depths and we both moaned at the same time. “But I don’t share these things. Some things have to be mine and mine alone.”
I didn’t even get the chance to process what that meant before his mouth clamped down on my pussy, tongue swirling around my clit as his fingers moved inside. I made some very unladylike noises as my fingers went into his hair and my thighs clamped around his head, my hips moving, fucking his face.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shiiiiit!” My orgasm built and hit so fast that it shocked me as my back arched off the table. Kristian had some sort of magic touch—or tongue—that pressed my buttons in exactly the right way. I had never come like that
before. I wanted to worship that huge cock of his to express my gratitude.
Slowing the movement of his tongue and fingers, he brought me back to earth, and I released the hold I had on his hair. He stood and wiped his mouth, grinning down at me. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
My breasts tingled and my insides ached as I watched him pull that shirt off his perfect chest and drop his shorts, a condom seeming to appear between his fingers. “Do it. Do it now.”
“I love how you’re not even bothered by my size,” he said, stroking his cock with his hand as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth.
I sat up a little, licking my lips at the sight of his enormous dick. “I’m not complaining. Giant cocks are hard to come by, you know,” I said, causing him to laugh as he sheathed his length and positioned himself at my entrance.
“I normally need to be careful.”
Reaching forward, I ran my fingers down his ridiculously muscular chest. He shivered and let out a moan. “Not with me. I can take it. I can take it all.”
With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed in, causing me to gasp as I stretched to accommodate his girth. It burned a little, but in the best kind of way.
“God, you feel good,” he said once he was fully seated.
“So do you. I feel so…full.”
“Hmmm.” He placed a hand at the base of my neck then trailed his fingertips down the centre of my torso, all the way to my stomach then lower until he was tracing circles around my clit. “Think you can come again?”
I nodded, my body feeling alive and on fire in the most delicious of ways.
He pushed a little deeper before dragging himself back, excruciatingly slow, millimetre by millimetre, his eyes never leaving mine while his fingers continued to tease. Then he pushed back in with one fluid motion, grinding his pelvis against mine and making everything inside me say, “Ohhh.” I had never felt so entirely full like I did with him. Every sexual interaction I’d had before this day had always been laced with this longing for more, an aching emptiness that was never filled. Until now. I didn’t think it was possible to quench that need, yet here I was, full. I didn’t know if I could ever get enough.
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