"But had fun doing it?"
"Exactly."
"What was I doing?"
"You were defacing a dead pig."
I noticed he had maneuvered me to his bed. It was a giant thing—larger than the one at the farm house.
"How big is this bed?" I asked as he pushed me on top of it.
"Big enough for you and me." He settled his body next to mine and began nibbling at my neck while unbuttoning my blouse.
"Should we go downstairs?" I made no attempt to stop him.
"No, we should definitely not." He pushed aside one side of the shirt and then the other. My nipples hardened under my bra as he stared at them. He didn't kiss me immediately but instead proceeded to unbutton and unzip my shorts. With quick and economic movements, he had my bra and panties off and tossed aside.
I tugged at his T-shirt, but he twisted out of my grasp.
"Nope. I need to have my clothes on, or I'll end up coming in about five seconds. We need the first time to last at least ten, or you'll be tempted to dump my ass for failure to perform."
His cheeks were ruddy, but that was from arousal rather than embarrassment. We both knew the likelihood of me breaking it off with him was less than zero. He climbed on the bed like a mountain cat and pulled me onto his lap. I felt hot and needy, and he hadn't touched even one erogenous zone yet.
Carefully he arranged each one of my legs on either side of his hips and then pulled me close. I could feel the marble hard length of him against my bare skin, but he made no attempt to unzip and penetrate me.
He started kissing me, first around my face, feathering kisses at the corners of my eyes, and then my lips.
"I've missed you, sweetness," he murmured between caresses.
The light touches were surprisingly just as erotic as the firmer ones, and I found myself grinding against the cotton of his shorts. "Take your shorts off," I said, tugging on his waistband.
"No."
He trailed his mouth down my neck and then tucked his hands underneath my butt, lifting me so my breasts were level with his mouth. "You have beautiful breasts, Winter. I want to see if I can make you come just by sucking on them."
I squirmed at his words, and at the first sensation of his hot breath on my skin, I wondered if I could come without even an actual touch.
Then his mouth came down and his tongue curled around the tip of my nipple, drawing it into his mouth. I dug my fingers into his lustrous hair and held him tightly against me. His tongue flicked at my tip while his hand worked the other into an equally hard point by rolling the flesh between his fingers, the rough callouses abrading my sensitive skin.
I whimpered and rubbed against him like a cat in desperate need. But all my plaintive pleas went ignored as he devoted himself to my small breasts. His mouth worked his way between both, licking and sucking on them. He'd bite them, and the quick jolt of pain would be followed by his tongue making soothing gestures.
I was wet and slippery between my legs. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease the growing throb. He laughed, and the vibration of his chuckle had me arching into him.
My entire body felt alive, as if every nerve ending was awake and reaching out. The air currents floated over my skin as he sucked and sucked. I could hear him, and the slight sounds magnified in my ears.
I pushed against him, winding my hips and thrusting forward, full of aching need.
"That's it," he whispered low and harsh. "You feel the pull, don't you? Straight from this," he flicked one hardened nipple, "to here." He slid two fingers between my legs, and that was all I needed. It had been too long.
I came in a rush, gasping and shuddering at his light caress. My thighs clamped his fingers between them as if by force I could make him stay there forever.
He laughed again and then threw me down on the bed to tongue the place he'd just been touching.
"I have to taste you."
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FINN
My mouth watered as I lowered my head between her legs. Her pussy was sopping. The bare skin of her mound glistened with her own arousal. Someday I would paint that skin with my own spunk. I'd jerk off on her golden skin and rub it into her tits and her stomach and her cunt.
One of these days.
Today, though, I was going to make her come so many times that she'd feel the residual tremors whenever she moved. I wanted her addicted to me so she woke up wanting me and fell asleep reaching for me. I wanted to be the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last vision she saw before her eyes closed at night.
Adam had assured me he'd take care of Ivy, make sure she was out of the way, so Winter and I could have this time together, and I was going to make the most of every moment.
"You smell amazing." I ran my nose along her inner thigh and watched in smug delight as her body tensed under that simple caress. My dick was drilling a hole through my shorts, but if I let it out, I'd shove it inside her in a second. This was the only way I could keep control.
I had only a tiny bit more control. She moaned and shifted restlessly. Her fingers dug into my hair, and she pressed me downward. I let her. I let her push me until my nose rested on her clit and my lips centimeters away from her swollen outer lips. I kissed them, and her fingers bit harder into my scalp.
"I'm going to eat you all night long," I murmured. Her thighs fell open, exposing a bouquet of light brown and pink skin, all perfectly wet and plump for my touch.
I licked her from the clit to the back and forward again in long, hard passes with the flat of my tongue. She arched and closed her thighs around my ears.
Her small heels dug into the mattress as she tried to leverage herself into my mouth. I tongued her hard, arrowing into her channel and drawing out as much cream as I could with each pass.
She moaned and panted my name. "Finn, please, Finn."
I couldn't stop eating her. Her taste was an aphrodisiac, and so was her excitement. She rocked into me and ground her pussy into my face until she was fucking my tongue hard and fast. I kept the pressure up, stiffening my tongue and using my jaw and cheeks to provide extra stimulation. I didn't let up for a second, no matter how deep her nails dug into my skull or how hard her feet—which had moved to my shoulders—pushed against me. I pushed right back, devouring her like an animal.
She screamed loud and long, and I'm sure some of the people downstairs heard her, but I could not give two shits because this was the most perfect orgasm I had ever tasted. She came hard, and her juices were hot on my tongue. I hadn't known a girl could get so wet or come so hard, and as I sucked and sucked, I became delirious with desire.
When she tugged me upward, I didn't fight. I fumbled with my fly, ripping the zipper down. It was a miracle I didn't tear skin off in my haste to get my cock out. Reaching over I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it down.
Finally, I slid inside her. I nearly came right there. I was so fucking hard, so fucking ready that the first clutch of her sex was almost too much. I reached between us and pulled down on my balls…hard. The pain made the need to come recede just slightly.
"Sweetness," I begged. "Stop moving. Just for a second."
She was mindless, though, and gripped me harder. Oh fuck. I'd last longer the second time. I swore it.
I braced myself above her with one hand and grabbed her ass with the other. She cupped my neck and rose to press her lips to mine. I deepened that kiss, driving her into the mattress while I fucked her roughly with my cock and tongue. She took it all. Hell, she welcomed it.
Her eyes closed, and sweat dotted her forehead. With each thrust, she arched up. I watched her for as long as I could, drinking in the sight of her pleasure-drugged face until I could no longer see because my own desire blinded me. I worked her relentlessly, shafting her deeply until finally, finally, I felt her tense and clutch at me, signaling her own release.
I gave in then. I braced both my hands on the bed and drove into her like a battering ram, giving her everything, taking everyth
ing. She cried out my name again, and I shouted hers. The orgasm shot down my spine and into my cock, filling the condom until I swore it would leak out because I could not stop coming. I kept thrusting and fucking her until my arms and legs couldn't hold me up, and I collapsed a wet, wrung-out heap on top of her.
With my one tiny ounce of energy left, I pulled away even as her hips and legs tried to keep me inside her. "Condom," I muttered, and she released me with a disappointed sigh. I threw the tied condom in the trash and pulled her into my sweaty embrace.
We laid exhausted, kind of how I assumed beached whales must feel. Our chests heaved, breaths labored as if we'd swum the ocean or ran a thousand miles.
"Should we go downstairs?"
I didn't want to. "No."
"Is that your only answer tonight?" She huffed a small laugh.
"No." I pulled her closer to me and threw a blanket over us.
She placed her head in the hollow right below my shoulder and started dragging a fingernail over my chest. I could feel my stupid cock stirring in response.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" she asked.
"You."
"Seriously."
"Seriously. After I catch my second wind, I'm going to carry us into the shower and make sweet love to you until we both pass out."
"Is that right? You think I'm that much of a sure thing?"
"I am." I shrugged. "How about I let you carry me into the shower and have your way with me?"
She pushed up and looked me over, slowly. My cock started standing up in response. "Do I get to tie you up? Whip you?"
"I'm okay with the tying up." I rose from the bed, reached over and slung her over my shoulder. "Not sure about the whipping." I gave her sweet ass a swat, and she yelped.
"Finn O'Malley, you put me down."
"What's your safe word?" I asked, setting her on the marble countertop of my sink. I reached into the shower and turned the hot water on. When I turned back, I caught her ogling my ass. I raised an eyebrow. She flushed but kept on staring.
A lot of guys went to the gym and sculpted their bodies, but I couldn't give a shit about that. I worked hard, lifting lumber and steel and ladders all day long. But I was glad my body made Winter's breath catch and her eyes fill with delighted wonder.
I walked back and pinched her thick nipples between my fingers.
"Your body is so fucking hot, Winter." I pushed her breasts together and licked the valley I made, still thumbing her hard tips. She moved restlessly. "What do you want, baby?" I whispered against her skin. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you."
"You know," she murmured, tugging on my hair. If I looked up, she'd be bright red.
"How red are you up there cuz down here you're very rosy." Anything else I'd planned to say got cut off by the pounding on my door.
Winter didn't hear it at first because she canted her hips upward provocatively. "Why don't you see?"
I wanted to, but the pounding kept going. "Hold that thought."
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door an inch and scowled at Adam. "This better be good. I'm busy."
"Your chicken has flown the coop."
It took me a moment to process his statement. "Shit." I tightened the towel. "When?"
"Not sure. I swear to you we were all keeping an eye on her, but, ah, she wanted to see her sister, and on the stairs it was pretty easy to hear what was going on. She said she had to use the bathroom, and the next thing I know, I can't find her. I went outside, but I didn’t see the Honda anywhere, so I'm thinking ten minutes, max?"
"Shit," I repeat. "Okay, thanks."
"Do you want me to drive around?"
"No, I got this. Thanks though."
He gave me a lopsided grin. "Sorry."
I didn't slam the door even though I felt like it, and I kept my mouth closed as I walked into the bathroom. The urge to destroy something rode me hard when I saw sweet Winter in the shower. She beckoned to me, and I wanted nothing more than to jump in beside her.
I opened the glass door, and her smile immediately fell off. "What's wrong?" she asked, swiping the water out of her eyes. Her wet hair hugged her pretty head and fanned around her shoulders like a cape. She had the most beautiful hair. And seeing her small body wet with water made me want to drop the towel and join her under the stream of water. Fuck her sister. Fuck anyone who'd come between us.
But keeping this from her would only delay the inevitable.
"Your sister left. She might have been upset."
"Drinking?" she asked, hurriedly turning off the water.
"I don't think so. Adam said that she went to the bathroom and then left shortly after." I left out the part about Ivy hearing us have sex. I was sure Winter didn't need to know that.
"I need to go. Can you drive me?"
"Of course."
I dressed as quickly as I could, shoving sweatpants and a T-shirt on and slipping my feet into a pair of flips. Winter was still struggling to find her panties. I pulled out a pair of old sweatpants and tossed them to her.
"I don't know why she left. She said she'd been cooped up inside and wanted to get out and socialize," she muttered more to herself than anyone else. I knew exactly why she’d left. Winter hadn’t been attached to her hip. If Winter was gone, then Ivy felt ignored. I hadn't realized how much Ivy depended on Winter, even as a teenager, but my guess was half the reason Ivy’d flunked out of college her first semester was because her sister wasn't there, making sure Ivy studied and didn't drink herself into a stupor.
At some point, Winter was going to have to make a choice—live her own life or live Ivy's.
23
WINTER
I found her by the crib. The bottle of gin was in her hand and the cap was off, but as far as I could tell none of it was gone.
"Oh, Ivy, honey," I said and fell next to her. Finn stood at the door.
She crawled onto my lap, and I held her trembling body close. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she wept. Her tears wet my shoulder and dripped down my back. "I can't do this alone," she said.
"You're not alone." I wished I was stronger. I wished I could give her strength.
"I called and called for you, but you didn't answer. I wanted to drink. I wanted to so bad. It was there. Everywhere." She shuddered.
"But you didn't." Guilt lanced through me. While I was busy screwing Finn, Ivy was left alone. I said she wouldn't be alone, but where was I? That was her question, and it was one I didn't have a good answer for. I tried to encourage her, but I don't know if she heard me over her noisy sobs. Her skin felt clammy. She needed to get into bed. "Come on, let's get you into bed."
I hugged her close to me, and with each tremble my guilt got bigger.
"I was scared. I have this baby inside me, and I was going to drink. Winter, if you hadn't come in time…" She left the horrible thought unfinished, but it was easy enough to fill in the blanks.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I shouldn't have gone to State. If I was here with you, I know you would have stopped me before I fell too hard, stopped me before the addiction started."
"I'm here for you now." Her shivering wouldn't stop. I didn't know if all she said was true, but that she felt that way tore through me.
"This baby…if I tell you who the father is, you'll hate me."
"I won't. I swear it." But even as I said those words, I knew. I looked over at Finn, and all the color had drained from him. He looked deathly pale. She didn't have to say a word, and I hoped she didn't. All those dreams I'd built in my head were crumbling, and I didn't need either of them to say one thing to pulverize them into dust even faster.
Her lower lip began to tremble. "I'm sorry. I should have told you earlier, but I was afraid I'd lose you. I need you. I'm so scared. I'm scared I'll be a shitty mom. I'm scared I'll start using again. I think about drinking and then I think about shooting up and then I feel shitty again. It's a crappy cycle. I'm resentful that you watch me so closely, and then I'm scar
ed when I'm alone because I know those habits die hard. I'm a junkie, Winter. God, if you knew some of the stuff I did…you would take this baby from me."
"Ivy, you can do this. I know you can."
"Please stick with me." She sat on her knees, a frail pleading figure. Behind me I heard a rough noise, but I didn't pay him any attention.
"I will. I promise."
"Donovan pinkie promise?" She held out her crooked pinkie. I stared at her thin pinkie waiting for mine. And then I turned. Finn was half in the doorway. He hadn't said a word, but we both knew what Ivy was asking. She was asking me to give up my claim on Finn.
Heart pumping, I lifted my hand. She waited, an expectant look on her face. His face grew darker. After what must have been a decade, I made my promise and hooked my finger around hers. "I'll be there for you no matter what it takes."
She gave me a watery smile. "Thank you, Winter. Thank you. I love you. I'm so glad you're my sister."
She threw herself at me, but this time when she hugged me I didn't feel the same blanket of warmth fall. I heard the outer door close, the snick almost too quiet unless you were straining for it.
When he left, I allowed the truth to slide from my brain to my heart. Finn was the father of Ivy’s baby. My own tears came like a flood and drenched Ivy's hair. And in that moment, I hated them both. I loved them but hated them, and I wanted to run away where no one knew me. Where I would never run into either my sister or her lover. My lover.
God, fuck me. What did I do to deserve this?
I stayed with her until she fell asleep, rocking her like I would a baby. I didn't know if Ivy could parent this kid. I didn't know if I was up to it either. I laid her down on the mattress and covered her up. Outside I saw the truck lights on. He was waiting.
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FINN
When I saw her walk out of the apartment, I pushed away from the truck. I shoved my hands in my pockets so I wouldn't grab her. I wanted to kiss her. No, I wanted to make love to her—as if by fucking, I could somehow tie her permanently to me, or maybe if this was the last time I was going to hold her then I wanted to make it memorable. I thought this was how my father convinced himself that his actions were okay—by putting things off. Tomorrow, I had told myself. I'd tell her the truth tomorrow.
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