by CORY CYR
“Ryan . . .” I heard Shea say in a strangled voice. My hand wrapped around his cock as I felt him swell and pulsate. I covered his cock with my lips just as I heard him roar and felt the salty hot gush of his release flood my mouth.
“Jesus . . . oh baby . . . damn, you just felt too good, sorry,” he moaned as he continued to thrust into my mouth. I waited patiently for him to stop while I continued to swallow his release.
“Fuck me, what you do to me” he marvelled as he pulled me up to his chest, his body still shaking from his orgasm. “I am so in love with you.” His hands fumbled as he took my towel from me, leaving me as naked as him. He wrapped his arms around me, surrounding me with safety and comfort. As he held me I could see our mated tattoos in the mirror, and it was a visual that would be permanently etched into my memory. Shea sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me onto his lap. I could feel his hardness as I sat facing him, my legs spread wide on each side of him so he could gain entrance. He pressed a kiss to my ear, then to my shoulder, causing a shiver to go down my spine.
“I need to tell you something,” I softly panted into his ear. I heard him groan, most likely from his residual anxiety from the past week. “It’s something I should have told you months ago.” Shea pushed me away from him, concentrating his blue-eyed gaze on my face.
“No, you don’t . . . I can’t take anymore secrets or lies. Whatever it is, I don’t want to know,” he claimed, his eyes pleading with mine to keep silent.
“Please—” Shea crushed his mouth to mine, stopping me mid-sentence. The kiss was short and intense.
“If it’s something that happened before us, I don’t need to know. Whatever it is, I don’t care, because the only thing that matters is the here and now and that you love me,” he said softly as he went to kiss me again. “You do love me?” he breathed into my mouth.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth with a fury I hardly recognized. I wanted him to know he was mine.
“I’ve never loved . . . until you,” I whispered, pulling away from the kiss. He used his hand to guide his cock into my entrance, then stopped midway and lifted my ass so I would be filled completely when I sat. He rocked into me as his teeth brushed my collarbone, taking small nips as he sank deeper. With his hands gripping my hips, he moved me up and down on him, my release tugging on my outer edges.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” he groaned as he immersed himself in me. I was so relieved that I had not added, to his already scarred body, the knowledge that I had kept such a big secret. He had already gone through so much in his young life, and I wanted him to know that he owned me body and soul.
“I’m yours,” I moaned as I slid my fingers through his hair. I began to whimper as my orgasm appeared imminent.
“Shea . . . I need to come!”
His grip on my arms became tighter as he pumped faster. I could feel his cock thicken as my core muscles tightened around it. His arms slid around me, pressing myself into him, and as I felt my body start to vibrate, I closed my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began meeting him thrust for thrust. We came at the same time; my body tingled as my eyes rolled back, the pleasure too great to contain. Shea’s orgasm rocked into me with such intensity that his release overflowed, running down my thigh and onto the bed. Labored breathing surrounded us as our eyes locked. His lips curved into a slow sensuous smile as he kissed the tip of my nose. I nuzzled his face as he softened inside of me.
“I love you, Ryan—more than I ever imagined.”
“I love you too—never doubt it.”
Shea lifted me off of him, sitting me on the bed. He got up and went to the bathroom, and when I heard the water running, I assumed he was washing up. He returned with a washcloth in his hand and his eyes brows wiggling.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, but truthfully, I’m starved and you’re . . . what, tired?” he teased as he cleaned my inner thighs with the washcloth. His cock began to harden from the action. My eyes centered on it, and then I looked up at him, winking slyly.
“Regardless,” Shea deflected, looking down at his now fully extended shaft. “I need food and you need rest if we’re going to have endurance for our intended future sexual events.” He purred and my heart warmed. I watched him as he went to the dresser and pulled out some sweats.
“Okay, I suppose I might need some sustenance if I’m going to keep up. Are you cooking?” I asked, bending down to grab my towel.
“Sure, baby, what do you want?” he asked, pausing to look at me because, frankly, what I wanted was not in the kitchen. I had gone for an entire week without him, so having him inside me was like the deepest connection I had ever felt. I missed it. He pulled me up off the bed as I wrapped the towel around me. “Get dressed and think about what your want to eat—food wise.” He laughed as he moved towards the kitchen. I went into the bathroom to grab the clothes I had left in there. Once I had on the pants and sweater, I headed out to the kitchen.
“Soup and sandwiches okay?” he asked as I watched him empty two cans of tomato soup into a pot. He stirred it briefly and then licked the spoon.
“Sounds good,” I sighed, leaning against the refrigerator. He moved over to where I was standing and leaned in for a kiss. He tasted like soup, and as I licked my lips, he moved me aside to look in the refrigerator. He loaded his arms with sandwich makings and headed towards the counter.
“Grilled swiss and tomato? I know it’s your favorite,” he said, rinsing off the tomatoes.
“Yum.” I hadn’t realized until now how hungry I truly was. Shea went to work slicing cheese and tomatoes. I watched his body move as he prepared the bread and layered each sandwich. He tossed both sandwiches into a sizzling skillet, but not before he caught me watching him. A smile curved his thick lips as he sauntered back over to me. He put his arms on each side of me, resting his palms on the refrigerator. I could feel his cock stir as it came in contact with my crotch. He pushed into me closer, his breath brushing my ear.
“We eat lunch, and then I eat dessert,” he whispered into my ear. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle with his promise. He pulled back just in time to flip the sandwiches. Once he had everything finished, we sat in the dining room.
“Shea, this thing with Trina . . . we need to talk about it,” I said as I sipped a spoonful of soup. “I’m scared that this might change everything between us. And honestly, how are you feeling about the revelation that she is only your half-sister?”
He took a bite of his sandwich, rubbing away the crumbs with a napkin. “Me? As long as you’re not my sister, then I’m fairly sure I can deal with anything, and Trina will always be my sister-sister. A piece of paper isn’t going to change my feelings one way or another, and as far as you two go, I believe everything will work out. You two have been besties for years, and maybe on a subconscious level, this is why.” He reached over and squeezed my thigh. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with my mom, but honestly, after the week of hell we’ve all gone through, I need a reprieve . . . hell, we all do—from all of it. I need to think about it for a few days, like Quinn said, then we’ll all do dinner. Right now, all I want is for us to go back to what we had before all this bullshit came to light. I can’t think about everything right now because you are my main focus, and everything else is secondary. Maybe it shouldn’t be, but you own me, baby.”
“We’ll figure it out one way or another, but if you want to unload about shit, please know you can talk to me.” I rested one hand on his arm as I nibbled on half of the sandwich. Any reminder of the last week wreaked havoc on my appetite and food still made me feel nauseated. It would take a while to get back to the comfortable role of Shea’s girlfriend, and in order to make sure it was drama free and safe, I needed to stay as far away as possible from his mother.
“The only thing I want is you, the rest is just fringe.” He popped the last of his sandwich into his mouth and patted his bare stomach as he stretched out his long legs, entwining them with mine.
“I needed that. Now I’m ready for dessert.”
Chapter THIRTY-TWO
I spent the next day primarily in bed, and Shea, as usual, was insatiable. My only reprieve was that he had to go to work the following day. I was sexually drained when I pushed him out the door Saturday morning. I was fairly sure my body couldn’t take anymore. He’d had me every way possible and then some. He’d even bitten me again, this time on my breast and on my neck. These weren’t love bites; he had actually broken the skin in an effort to mark me. Evidently, even at twenty-two, he still had issues with biting. I smiled as I viewed my neck, and thought that maybe I should do the same to him again. I looked down at my wrist. I sighed, because even though he had previously marked me as his, the symbolism of his bite wouldn’t be understood until years later. If I hadn’t come back, I wouldn’t have ever known that we belonged together.
After I got dressed, I made the bed and cleaned up our room. I found the envelope from the lawyer sitting on the dresser. I sat on the bed and read it again. My father was kind of bizarre. I mean, seriously . . . his stipulation was that I had to live in the family home for four months? And what about Shea? Why didn’t he let Shea know prior to me finding out? The lawyer could have contacted him just as easily. There were so many unanswered questions. I shouldn’t even really care about any of this because as long as Shea and I weren’t blood, all was good. But I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get over the fact that Shea had been brutalized as a child because of his mother’s lies. The document clearly stated that Andrew Seamus Michaels was my dad’s son. We were both entitled to fifty thousand dollars each with the house and everything inside it going to me, and the Corvette going to Shea. Oh well, guess he won’t be getting that car . . . my bad. I had wondered who had gotten the bank accounts; I’d always known my dad had money, not rich like Quinn or Shea’s family, but pretty well off. This was going to be complicated because if we didn’t contest the estate, then the lawyer would think I was shacking up with my brother, and Trina would be not be acknowledged. Then again, maybe that was what she preferred.
I walked into the kitchen to make some crock pot chili and do the dishes. An hour later, I heard a light knock on the front door. As I opened it, Trina stood there.
“Hey,” I said brightly, motioning her in. Her expression was bleak and her eyes were filled with apprehension.
“I called yesterday and Shea mentioned something about dinner tonight.” Trina sat on the sofa, expressionless. “Quinn and I are good with tonight, but I thought maybe you and I should talk before then.”
I sat next to her as I nodded my head in agreement. “Are things going to be weird between us now? I’m worried that what we know now has changed our relationship.”
“I don’t want it too. I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around what my mom did,” Trina said, choking back a soft sob. I reached over and grasped her hand.
“I’d like to be mad at my dad for this, but I guess I can’t, considering he obviously didn’t know. I’m still having kind of a hard time convincing myself that my dad slept with your mom while she was still married . . . scratch that . . . I find it unbelievable that my dad slept with anyone.” I stilled for a moment and then shook my head in disbelief as I realized my gaffe. “What the fuck am I talking about? I’m doing the same exact thing with Shea—I’m no better than my dad.”
“Bullshit. What you’re doing is different. You left Garrison—you’re divorcing him. Don’t let all this tarnish what you and Andrew have, especially after everything that has happened.”
“We can figure this out. I’m still in somewhat a state of shock—I can’t believe what Celia said. I mean, you and I are sisters, Trina, and my dad is no longer just my dad—he’s our dad.” I said, still finding it strange to utter the word sister.
“On the upside, you’ll be getting fifty grand,” I pointed out, grinning as Trina looked at me, her face filled with surprise.
“Yeah, my dad left me and my sibling fifty thousand each in his estate. I get the house and the furnishings and my sibling . . . FYI, that would be you,” I said jokingly, “get the ’vette.”
Trina’s eyes lit up with the knowledge that she would inherit a vintage Corvette.
“Ah, don’t get too excited. How do you think I got the money to pay for my divorce? I couldn’t let you and Quinn float me that much money. Besides, I loathed that car, stupid ass stick shift, complicated piece of misery.” I looked over at Trina, whose mouth dropped open then snapped shut, realizing she lost out on a fabulous vehicle.
“Well shit, so much for the silver lining,” Trina smirked.
“Hey, with fifty grand, you can buy yourself the exact same car, minus the evil stick shift.” I said, laughing, trying to lighten the mood.
Trina shook her head. “Yeah I suppose, but it wouldn’t be your dad’s—our dad’s car,” Trina paused, looking like she was attempting to digest the fact that my dad was her dad. “Ryan, do you think he knew? I mean that maybe I was his on some level . . . because he was always so sweet to me.”
I laid my head on her shoulder. “I’d like to think that maybe he had, but from what I have heard from both you and Shea, it seems my dad just loved you two . . . unconditionally, as if you were both his kids.” It felt extremely strange admitting to me that maybe my dad had just been nice. I knew in my heart that if my dad had ever had any inkling that Shea or Trina belonged to him, he would have acted on that knowledge. He had always been there for both of them, probably because he knew how damaged they’d be because they were raised in a home without real love. He made sure they had known kindness, and it had been his way to fill the void I had probably left. I have no explanation why my dad never intervened on their behalf, but maybe it was his way, I’m sure he had regrets at the end for not stepping in. Now that I loved Shea and knew Trina was my sister, I was grateful that my dad had cared for them and made them both a part of his life, the best way he knew how. He had been there for them, so I could have them both in my life.
Trina tilted her head and rested it against mine as we sat there in silence. I thought about how much time we had missed as sisters, then I remembered all the great times we had as best friends. We had years to accumulate memories as sisters, so from today forward this would be our new beginning.
“I think that probably the best thing to do would be that Shea accept his ‘role’ as my brother, gross, because fighting it and trying to install you in his place would be opening up a huge can of worms. And I don’t think your mom is in any shape mentally to contend with that. You will get the money of course—trust me, Shea doesn’t want any part of this. Talk to Quinn, see what he says. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of topics to cover at dinner tonight,” I said, standing up and padding to the kitchen.
“Want some wine or coffee?” I asked, turning around.
“No, I really should go. I have some errands to run before Quinn comes home and we meet you two for dinner tonight,” Trina answered, standing up to leave. We embraced then I walked her to the door.
“It still doesn’t feel real that we are sisters . . . well, half anyway. You’re okay with this—I mean, it’s still so hard to believe,” Trina said, buttoning up her coat.
“I actually think I’m going enjoy having a sister, now that I’m no longer an only child.” I laughed heartily as I opened the door for Trina. I stood in the doorway, watching her as she drove away. The air actually felt frozen, and it chilled me clear to the bone as I closed the door quickly. I ran over to the fireplace and rubbed my hands together to get warm. I decided to finish clearing out the rest of the things in my dad’s rooms. They hadn’t been touched since the day I ran from the house. I had another four hours or so until Shea got home, so I decided to take advantage of it and work on both rooms. Ten trash bags later, I was ready to call it quits. I heard the garage door open as I began dragging the bags out there. Since I had sold my dad’s car, Shea decided to park the Bronco inside. I dropped the bags at the sidewall and w
aited for him to get out of the car.
“How’s my baby?” he asked.
I stood with my hands on my hips, pretending to be upset. “I’d be better if you hadn’t marked me—again.”
Color bloomed on his cheeks as he stalked towards me. Because I was in just my fleece socks, I stood my full height of five feet four inches, and Shea towered over me by a foot. Even with his work clothes, he looked and smelled sexy.
“I can’t help it, baby. Once I got my first taste it seems I always have the urge to bite you, to mark you, to make you mine.” There was seductiveness in his tone as he looked down at me with those blue eyes. His eyes would always mesmerize and seduce me. He grinned, a knowing smile as I smacked him lightly in the stomach. His arms immediately snaked around me and lifted up to his mouth, devouring my lips with a single heated kiss. Even though the kiss was short, it left me breathless and wanting more. As he brought my feet to the ground, he pushed me from behind, walking me into the house.
“You know they have a fix for the biting thing. I could send you to canine obedience school were they teach dogs the art of bite and release.” I laughed at the vision in my head.
“Hey, no one has to teach me anything. I already know how to bite and release, remember? I did that when I was eight.” He chuckled at the memory. “And just so you know, when it comes to biting you, I’ll never be releasing you again—ever.”
I watched as Shea took off his coat and loosened his tie. I bit my bottom lip and wished he would continue the strip tease, but we had to get ready for dinner—with family.
