by Chloe Walsh
“Since when are you going around fighting Molly Peterson’s battles?” Britt countered, green eyes locked on the boy standing behind me.
Rourke stiffened. “Since I apparently need to,” he shot back, unsmiling.
“And her?” Britt sneered, looking down her nose at me like I was the most disgusting thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Defending her in public again, Rourke?” She laughed cruelly, but there wasn’t a hint of humor in her voice. “Keep it up and people are going to talk.”
Rourke shrugged and pulled me closer. “People can say what they want,” he replied coldly. “I take care of what’s mine and I make no apologies for it.”
Those words seemed to floor Britt.
And me.
Yep.
Definitely me.
I take care of what’s mine…
“Yours,” Britt hissed, glowering at the both of us. “And she’s your what, Rourke? Your fuck buddy? You stepsister? Your revenge? Your rebound –”
“My girlfriend,” Rourke interrupted without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
My mouth, along with several other people’s, fell open. My beef with the girls forgotten, I spun around to face Rourke.
“She’s my girlfriend,” he repeated in a loud, clear voice, dropping a hand to rest on my hip before pulling me into his side.
I went willingly, too stunned to do anything else.
Had I just imagined this whole thing?
Or did Rourke really just declare me as his girlfriend to the whole room?
“What do you mean she’s your girlfriend?” I heard his ex-girlfriend demand from behind me. Hell, Britt could have been having a full-blown meltdown right now, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Rourke.
What the hell was he doing?
Was he using me to make her jealous?
No.
He wouldn’t do that to me… would he?
“Screw you, Rourke Owens!” I heard Britt scream before the clanking sound of high heels retreating filled my ears.
Rourke glanced down at me then and smirked, revealing those deep dimples. I almost melted in a puddle at his feet. “What the hell was that?”
He raised a brow. “What was what?”
“You told her I’m your girlfriend,” I half whispered, half hissed, my face burning with a mixture of embarrassment and lust.
“And?” He was staring down at me with those freaking baby blues and that mouth…god, just thinking of what he did to me with that mouth caused a pang of desire to erupt inside of my body.
“And?” I shook my head and exhaled a shaky breath. Did he not hear me? “Rourke, you made it very clear that this…” I gestured between us with my index finger “Was very much a friendship thing.”
Rourke was completely serious for the longest moment before his face broke out in a huge megawatt smile. “About that,” he chuckled, pulling me in closer. “I meant to tell you; right around the time you were promoting me to best friend status, I was giving you a promotion of your own.”
“What are you talking ab–?”
He kissed me.
Right there, in the middle of the lunch room, in front of half the school, Rourke put his mouth on mine. My hands fell helplessly at my sides as he held my face between his hands, taking control of the kiss, taking control of everything. Stunned, I could do nothing but kiss him back, feeling more emotion than was safe for me.
Rourke
IT WAS A GOOD THING our parents had decided to extend their trip; I doubted they would approve of the way I crashed through my bedroom door with Six wrapped around me like ivy, our lips melded together.
By the time lunch ended at school, I was so worked up, I couldn’t take my hands off her. Thankfully, Six had wholeheartedly agreed with my suggestion of cutting class in favor of sneaking home.
“I know you’re going to be trouble for me,” I told her between kisses as I walked her over to my bed. Fuck, Six was an amazing kisser. I loved her plump lips and how sweet her tongue tasted when she stroked it against mine. “I know I’m getting myself into something I’m not entirely sure I’m going to be able to get out of,” I added before I threw her down on the mattress and fell heavily down on her. “But I don’t care,” I groaned, claiming her lips roughly. “Because the way I feel when I’m with you makes it all worth it.”
“Did you really mean it?” she groaned, clawing at the buttons of my school shirt. We’d already managed to ditch my sweater – and Six’s – in the foyer. “About me being your girlfriend?”
It had to be at least the third time Six had asked me that question since leaving school, and for the third time I replied, “I meant it.”
“I want you, Rourke,” Six whispered, stilling beneath me. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I could hardly fucking breathe, and every time I looked into her big, grey eyes, I felt like I was winded.
“It doesn’t have to be now,” I told her, even though my dick was straining to be inside her. “I’m not going anywhere, Six.” Exhaling a pained fucking breath, I leaned forward and stroked her nose with mine. “You don’t need to do this to keep me interested.” I’m already yours.
“I know,” she told me, eyes wide and full of…lust? “I just really need to have you inside of my body.” Swallowing deeply, she added, “Please, Rourke? I’m ready and I want my first time to be with you.”
Well, shit.
Mercedes
ROURKE WAS LEANING OVER me with a hungry gleam in his eyes – a gleam that told me he wanted this just as much as I did. Was he trying to be a gentleman by making us wait? Because fuck that. I didn’t want a gentleman; I wanted him in all his glory. I wanted my bad-tempered stepbrother, with the body of a navy seal and a mouth like one, too.
“Please,” I whispered, eyes locked on his. I didn’t normally beg, but these were extenuating circumstances, and I was willing to bend my morals if it got me what I wanted.
And I wanted Rourke.
He kept his blue eyes on mine for an achingly long moment, as if he was trying to solve a puzzle in my eyes. But then he groaned deep in his throat, closed his eyes, and nodded.
Yes!
Finally...
“It’s going to hurt,” Rourke said, tone gruff, and excitement roared to life inside of me.
“I won’t mind,” I was quick to reply, breathing hard, as my gaze roamed over every inch of him. “I don’t care about the pain.”
“No?” Pushing off me, Rourke climbed to his feet and took a step back from where I was lying, and I watched in palpable anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and socks; his fingers then moving to the front of his shirt. “It’s going to hurt like a bitch, baby.” He quickly flicked open the buttons on his shirt before shrugging it off his body, revealing his tan, toned, washboard stomach. “You sure this is what you want?” His hands moved to the waistband of his school slacks. “I’m what you want?”
“I’m sure.” I nodded frantically. “It’s you. It’s definitely you.”
Snapping the button on his slacks, Rourke lowered his fly before shoving his pants down his muscular thighs.
Seconds later, he was standing in front of me wearing only his boxer shorts. The large bulge straining the fabric assured me that Rourke was just as turned on as I was.
Oh yeah, it was on…
Reaching up, he stroked his thumb across his bottom lip as he studied me just lying there on his bed in my school uniform. “You on anything, Six?” The question surprised me and I shook my head, at a loss. “Birth control,” Rourke clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Are you on the pill?”
“Um, no,” I squeezed out. “You know I haven’t done this before.”
“I know,” he agreed with a slow nod. “I was just hoping.” He ran a hand through his dark hair before exhaling a ragged breath, his eyes roaming up and down my body. “Because I am fucking dying to bury myself inside you, and I don’t want anything between us when you come around my dick.”
“Oh,” I squeaked, eyes widening.
> “Yeah,” he replied gruffly. “Oh.”
“Will I?” I asked, leaning back on my elbows. “Come, I mean? I’ve read online that most women don’t actually come during penetration.”
Rourke raised a brow and smirked. “You’ll come for me,” he assured me confidently as he crooked a finger in my direction.
Compliantly, I sprang to shaky feet and quickly closed the distance between us.
“You can change your mind,” Rourke said as he towered above me, fingering the buttons of my shirt. When my shirt was undone and hanging open, Rourke placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed the fabric down until it pooled on the floor at my feet.
Trembling, I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. “I won’t change my mind,” I whispered, letting my bra join my shirt on his bedroom floor so that I was standing in front of him in nothing but my school skirt.
Rourke’s gaze immediately flicked to my bare breasts and he sucked in a loud breath, reaching out to cup one and gently thumbed my hardened nipple. The moment his fingers came into contact with my skin, I leaned my head back and moaned loudly. This was it; what I’d been dying for since I first saw Rourke. I wanted his hands on my body, his cock inside me, filling me up. I wanted him to cover my soft body with his hard one. I wanted him to pin me beneath him and keep me there forever.
Rourke pushed me down on the bed and made short work of removing my skirt and panties before lowering his hard body down on mine, and I opened my legs, welcoming him into the most intimate area of my body. His lips covered mine, moving slowly, lazily, his tongue dueling with mine, taking slow, deep swipes in my mouth.
He was kissing me like he was fucking me; deep and slow.
He didn’t rush either. Rourke took his time. Kissing every inch of my body from head to toe until I couldn’t take another second of his pleasurable torture.
“Please, Rourke?” I cried out, when I felt his tongue sweep over my swollen clit. “Please… I need you, now.”
“Now?” he purred, continuing to trail kisses up and down my pussy lips before swiping the length of my slit with his tongue. “You sure you don’t want me to keep kissing you here?” He teased and then plunged his tongue inside of me before pressing his thumb against my clit.
“Fuck!” I cried out loudly and thrashed beneath him. “Omigod…I can’t…Hmmm…stop…please!”
He stopped.
He fucking stopped.
“Rourke!” I hissed, pulling myself onto my elbows to look at him. He was nestled between my legs with his face buried in my crotch. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “Why in the hell did you stop?”
“You asked me to,” he replied, clearly amused, looking up at me from his perch. “Want more?”
“I want your dick,” I growled, fisting the bedsheets. “Right now, dammit!”
Pushing myself up, I grabbed Rourke’s neck and dragged him down on top of me, pressing my lips to his. Rolling my hips, I slid my hands into his hair, and threw everything I had into kissing him, meeting his relentless lips with a violence of my own. He pressed down hard on me, pushing me into the mattress and making me shake from head to toe. His hands were gentle, but his lips were hard and passionate. It was as if he was punishing me with his mouth, kissing me into submission with every thrust of his skilled tongue as he stroked it against mine.
“You’re shaking,” Rourke whispered. Breaking the kiss, he held himself above me. “Six?” Using the palm of one hand, he touched the center of my chest. “Your heart is racing so hard right now.”
“I’m okay,” I assured him, covering his hand with mine and squeezing reassuringly. “I’m more than okay.”
Rourke sat back on his knees and took a slow appraisal of my naked body. Then he removed his boxers, and reached for a foil packet on his nightstand.
Mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this boy, I lay back with my head on his pillow and watched as he sheathed every thick inch of his hard cock. A trickle of apprehension flickered through my mind when I thought about how that was supposed to fit inside of my body. I squirmed inserting tampons, for Christ’s sake.
I didn’t have time to ponder the semantics for too long, though, because the moment Rourke had the condom on, he covered my body with his and reclaimed my lips once more.
With my hands above my head, he entwined our fingers before pressing against my opening. He moved slowly, and when he was met with resistance, he just kissed me until I felt my body loosening up beneath his gentle probing.
Pinning both of my hands with one of his, Rourke trailed his right hand down my body, his fingers leaving a burning trail in their wake. When he reached my thigh, Rourke wrapped his hand around the back of my thigh and hitched it upwards.
And then he pressed deep inside of me, burying himself to the hilt inside my core before freezing like a statue inside me. I cried out against him as a piercing pain like none other I’d felt before ricocheted through my core.
Fuck, it burned.
The stretching, tearing pain was so bad it brought tears to my eyes.
“Are you okay?” Rourke asked, tone laced with concern, remaining completely motionless above me. “Six?”
“Yeah,” I bit out, clutching his shoulders for dear life as the muscles in my channel tightened and clenched around the intrusion that was Rourke’s dick. “You’re so…big.” I clenched my eyes shut as the burn subsided. “I’m too…small for you.”
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he agreed in a pained tone, jaw clenched tight. “Perfect.”
“I can feel you stretching me,” I whispered. “Opening me up.”
“Fuck, Six. Please, baby. Don’t say that…” His jaw ticked and a bead of sweat trickled from his brow. “Shit, I need to move so bad,” Rourke bit out before burying his face in my neck. “Fuck.”
Angling my hips upwards, I moved tentatively, thrusting ever so slightly. It didn’t hurt this time, and the burning sensation that had been there only moments ago seemed to be replaced with a different sort of burn. A white-hot burning sensation that climbed inside of my core. “Move,” I moaned, rocking up hips up to meet his again. “Move in me, Rourke.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he groaned and then he began to move inside of me, slowly at first, grinding his hips in a hypnotic rhythm that seemed to touch every nerve ending inside of me. The rocking sensation he made as he moved in and out of me applied just enough friction to my throbbing clit. I clung to his body like he was my lifeboat; like his shoulders were the only thing anchoring me to the ground and if I let go now, I would float away.
And then he moved faster, pressed harder, circled deeper inside of me until I couldn’t handle another second of his tortuous pleasure.
And when I finally came, it was to the feel of Rourke’s cock pressing deep inside of me. I came hard, clenching him so tightly that Rourke came right with me.
The afternoon sunshine pouring through Rourke’s bedroom window brought me back down to earth with a bang, making me aware for the first time since we crossed the threshold of his door that it was the middle of the day, and the both of us should be at school right about now.
“So, that was sex,” I said several moments later, my chest still panting from the exertion. Rourke was still inside me – we were still connected in the most humanly intimate way. Laying my head back on the pillow, I blew out a trembling breath. “Wow.”
“Wow?” I felt him smile against my neck. “Did I live up to your expectations?”
Rourke had just blown all of my expectations clean out of the water, but instead of verbalizing this, I simply nodded and tightened my hold on his neck, holding his body to mine. I didn’t want to him to move. He was still pulsing inside my body, his erection still hard and probing. If I could have kept him right there inside me then I would have, but Rourke had other ideas.
“Relax, okay?” he whispered before pressing a kiss to my lips and rising above me. I winced when pulled out; the feeling alien to me. He pulled out slowly, o
bviously trying to ease my discomfort, but whatever pain I had felt evaporated the moment he knelt back on his heels and began to roll the condom off his still very much erect penis.
He was covered in blood.
My blood.
It was smeared all over the condom and his pubic hair.
I didn’t want to look, and yet, I couldn’t look away.
Mortification flooded my body as I watched Rourke climb off the bed and disappear into his adjoining bathroom with the used condom between his fingers.
The moment he was out of sight, I scrambled into a sitting position and observed the damage.
His bed sheets were ruined; marked in my virginity.
My thighs were also bloodstained.
Oh my god…
Forcing back a choked sob, I scrambled off the bed and quickly grabbed the fitted bedsheet, pulling at it wildly in my desperate bid to get rid of the horrifying evidence.
I didn’t even notice Rourke returning to the room until I felt his arms come around me from behind. “Leave it,” he whispered in my ear before kissing my shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”
He was going to take care of it? “No,” I exclaimed, mortified. “I’ll do it…”
“Six!” Rourke turned me in his arms and cupped my face with his hands. “I will take care of it,” he repeated slowly, blue eyes locked on mine. He didn’t look mad or cocky or any of those horrible things I expected. He looked…pleased. “Okay?”
I bit down on my lip and nodded. “Okay.”
Rourke stared at me for the longest moment before reaching for one of my hands and saying, “Come with me.”
Naked as the day I was born, I followed him into his ensuite bathroom to where he had the shower already running. He stepped inside and gestured for me to follow.
I went willingly, walking straight into his open arms. I was trembling violently – why, I couldn’t tell you – but I was. My body wasn’t behaving the way it normally did. I suppose seventeen years of nothing and then suddenly being impaled might have something to do with it.
Turning me in his arms, Rourke pressed a kiss to my shoulder and sighed, the heat of his breath causing me to shake even more.
