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I’m so busy sorting shit in my head that I’m surprised when she opens her mouth, reaches in with her fingertips, and pulls out a knotted cherry stem.
I’m ruined. All three of us cough and sputter. Stonewall bobbles the tray, then sets it on a nearby table, helping himself to two drinks in rapid succession.
With feral intensity, Taz brings his hands up, balls his fists, then presses them into the wall on either side of her. The corded muscles in his neck flex. She gasps and bumps backward into the wooden wall of the building.
Taz’s voice goes several octaves lower as he growls out, “If I touch you, I own you. Do you understand, Cheri?”
Cheri’s look of surprise morphs into a smile. Holy shit.
I shift my attention to check in with Stonewall. He’s rubbing the back of his neck, stretching his head side to side. She’saffecting all of us. But just because there’s safety in numbers, doesn’t mean we should all jump off the cliff.
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Cheri
Taz’s face is shadowed as he cages me with his arms and body. I can’t make out his expression, but his words are clear.
Am I actually feeling sexual attraction radiating from his body? Maybe it’s just me. I’m so fucking turned on right now.
He slowly inches closer but leaves a hint of space between us. With each inhale, I think my chest is going to touch his, but I swear he’s making sure it doesn’t. Not until I agree. Consent is good.
But the tease is driving me crazy. I want this moment to go on forever. There’s so much anticipation. There’s also too much dampness between my legs. I want to tease him back.
I take an exaggerated, out-of-sync breath, thrusting my chest at him. My pebbled nipples and barely covered breasts flatten against his hard body.
He huffs, suppressing a laugh, and pushes away. Dammit, I wanted to break him. I wanted him to be so overcome with passion that he would ravish me with the wild abandon portrayed on historical romance novel covers.
And as much as all of my pink parts tingle at the thought of being owned, isn’t that a step backward in women’s empowerment? Great, now I’m thinking too much, officially killing the mood. Why make this complicated? All I have to do is give in.
He lowers his lips and whispers in my ear. “Even naughty girls have to answer. Do you understand?”
His words speak to a side of me I’m not familiar with. A naughty girl? Why does that excite me? Yes, I want to throw caution to the wind. Go crazy on the island. I want a glimpse of letting go. Thoughts of my mom agreeing to marry a guy after knowing him a single day taunt me, but I can’t have Mom in my head right now, no matter how bold her move was.
I ask, “Do you like naughty girls?”
“I like spanking their naughty little asses. I like watching their bright red lips drag back and forth around my cock. And I like fucking naughty little cherry pussies most of all.”
Did my stepdad talk to my mom like this? No. No. No. Bad thoughts.
I can’t believe what Taz is saying in front of our brothers. Have they shared a girl before, or watched each other? I’m determined to get out of my head and channel the experience Avery wants me to have, although I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable divulging many details. It’s all so surreal.
I want to be naughty. I didn’t imagine my first time involving an audience, or being outside where we could be caught, or withmy stepbrothers. That combination certainly fits the naughty bill.
“Does that scare you? DoIscare you?” Taz asks.
He does. Like walking on hot coals while knife-swallowing for the first time. But I only have a few days before it’s back to the grind. I have a feeling this experience will be worth every bit of terror racing through my veins.
“Touch me.” I manage to get the words out a split second before my vocal cords freeze up.
His exhale warms the side of my cheek. “Are you sure?”
I can’t speak anymore. I need him to take over. I try another approach and move my hand forward, dragging my fingers across his thigh, and then cup my palm over the crotch of his swimming trunks.
Cherry-flavored desserts are my expertise, not manhood, but it doesn’t take long to figure out that his cock is rock-hard, and that I am the cause. Happy tingles explode inside me. It’s a heady feeling. I rotate my hand, then rub up and down.
He grabs my wrist and presses my hand into his body. “Stop.”
Fear races through me. “Am I doing it wrong?”
