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I feel Bram’s body tense and he adds, “You were not found at the crime scene. Nobody knew where you had gone. One day you were sleeping in your crib and the next...”
Water prickles my eyes because I’d been told that I had been found on a road not too far from here, wrapped up in blankets with dried tears on my cheeks. Searching for Bram’s hand, I clutch it and his voice breaks from suppressed emotion and wrath.
“I searched for you, even as a helpless boy. I desperately wanted you to be alive. I craved seeing you again one day, fantasized about the woman you had become. Thought that maybe you had a man who cared for you, that you had a safe and warm home.”
“Man?” I ask in surprise.
“I still thought of you only as a step-sister.” His voice hardens. “Until the day when that moron waltzed into my house and showed me a photo of you. It was nothing but a coincidence but my whole world stopped. I recognized you right away because you look just like your mother.”
I do? It chokes me up but there is nothing to cry about. Not anymore and not now when I finally have Bram and I nod at him to continue.
“He told me you two were engaged and I felt something happen inside of me. I almost broke in two from jealousy and nearly ripped his throat out, told him that if he ever comes near you again I’ll...”
“Kill him,” I finish, squirming but I’m happy that Bram actually held back.
“I felt that I had a right to you, that you were mine.” His length grows against my thigh and my body flushes hot. “And I was right.”
“Yes you were,” I whisper, sliding over the sheets and he grabs me to climb on top of him. With my legs on each side of his hips I inch myself down on his shaft, hissing at the slight sting because he’s still too much for me and maybe I’ll never get used to him. Maybe with Bram, every time will feel like the first time.
Wriggling and twisting on top of him, I let out a soft cry when he gently yanks me down on him, his hips jutting and my whole body starts drumming. Bending my head back, until my hair touches his thighs I whisper, “This feels so good, Bram.”
His shaft is so slippery because of me and I ache so much, so much that I feel it in the hollow of my throat, my gut, my heart and even my skin hurts.
“Move on me,” he rasps, “rub that ripe pussy on my cock like you want to.”
Gasping I do as he says, arching and my face screws up from all the tension and sensations. I bounce and try to hold on and I hook around him so hard that I feel our connection throughout my whole body.
He fists my breasts, his eyes straining from need. “You’re a good, clean girl aren’t you?”
“I’m a good, clean girl,” I repeat, feeling like the opposite and I would have blushed but it’s too late now that I’m using Bram to slake my own neediness, using him to fill me up and hit all those places in me that before him were empty.
“But you’re dirty for me?” he says, his mouth corruptly pulling to the side and he pounds at me in upward strokes. “You love getting your small pussy fucked?”
I nod because I can’t talk. My legs shake and I feel like I’m close to breaching. Grinding against him, I bite my mouth when I feel a pressure building up, twisting me and I let out a sharp moan. Bram grits his teeth, his gaze fixed on my throat and I purposefully toss my hair to the other side while still riding him frantically.
Moving my hand up, I stroke the mark and he lets out a growl, aggressively cupping my hips like he’ll die if I stop. His eyes flare when I arch my throat, allowing him to admire what he’s done to me and he snarls, yanking at my hips for me to go faster and I let out a hoarse whimper.
I wanted us to come together but I burst before him, clutching him with my thighs as I try not to be too loud but I can’t stop myself from making those sounds, they explode out of my chest when I feel another wave coming and I have no other choice but to simply take it. Bram heaves with his hip and I feel him coating my womb. It seems to bring him a sense of peace, his face and body almost serene now.
He cages his fingers around my throat, stroking it with his thumb. “Mine,” he growls and I nod.
“Yes, yours.” From the moment I saw him getting out of his black car, I knew who I belonged to. I could tell that we had something special together. And it feels good knowing that he will never leave me, never abandon me because he is my true family.
“Zinnia!” a voice calls from downstairs and the front door slams. Twitching, I roll off of Bram’s slick body and start dragging some clothes on. I’m in such a rush that I do it all wrong and have to button my blouse all over again.
“They’re here,” I say panicky, still in my panties and I feel the need to hide. Maybe under the bed, in the closet...?
Bram doesn’t move or cover himself, just lays in bed with his shaft on proud display and he lets out a wide yawn. “I could use a smoke,” he mutters to nobody special and I bite my lower lip.
“Didn’t you hear?” I almost cry. “They’re here!”
Throwing me a possessive look, he jerks out of bed and clasps my upper arm. “You’ve done nothing wrong,” he says in a low, persuasive voice. “Do you understand me? You don’t owe them any explanation.”
My stomach dips. Maybe I don’t but I still feel like a nervous wreck. “What do we do?” I ask in a low voice and Bram picks up his scattered clothes and puts them on. Pulling his hair away from his face he looks respectable again.
“You’re coming with me. You’re going home.”
His words cradle my heart with warmth.Home.And the strangest thing is that it’s not really a place. It’s wherever Bram is.
