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“Came to talk, Rabbit. Make sure you are okay.”
“I’m not, now fuck off.” She has Vance’s mannerisms. She doesn’t even realize it, but I do. That little quote is screaming her big brother. She rolls away from me, hiding her body under the covers.
“Fine.” I yank my shirt over my head, kicking off my shoes. I unbuckle my belt, allowing my jeans to drop before I climb in behind her. I tangle my hands into the back of her copper hair, twisting her head my way until my lips are latching onto hers. She moans, smacking her hand to my chest and pushing me away. “Sex isn’t going to fix this.”
“What if I said sorry?” I knew it was stupid as soon as it came out, but my mind is working on no sleep and desperation. She looks at me in disbelief, momentarily stunned by my stupidity.
I use it to my advantage. Pinning her to the bed with my hand on her stomach, I scoot myself down until my mouth is at her entrance. Flattening my tongue, I lick between her folds, pressing my thumb down hard on her clit. She moans, fingers gripping my hair and pulling hard. “I don’t even want you.”
“Lying rabbit,” I rasp, sticking two fingers inside her roughly, latching my mouth around her clit as I curl my fingers into her soft spot. Her noises are wet and sloppy, filling the silent room. I smirk.
Sitting up, I grip her shirt, the only thing she wore to bed, and pull it up over her head, twisting it at her wrists and tying it to the bedframe. “Your pussy is always so messy, giving away your lies.”
“That’s from the dream I was having about someone else.”
My eyes narrow at her. Reaching into the nightstand, I pull the duct tape I knew would be there. Her eyes widen as I unroll it, placing it over her mouth. “I don’t want to hear your lies right now, Rabbit.” I kiss her taped lips, smirking when she kicks under me.
She mumbles through the tape, but I ignore her, moving between her legs again. Gripping her thighs, I shove them over my shoulders, thrusting into her deep and hard. I hear her muffled scream, see her hands fighting the restraint, as I thrust into her deeper, hitting that sweet spot. I watch her small breasts bounce, count the freckles on her stomach and chest as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She comes quickly, in recorded time, but I continue to thrust harder, watching her body twitch as a second unexpected orgasm takes over her. My thighs drip with her release, cock soaked and squeezed tightly inside her pussy. “You don’t want me?” I ask, picking up the pace.
She shakes her head, her back arching off the mattress, breasts swollen and heavy. I drop her legs, bringing one up to curl around my back as I thrust into her and hold still. I rip the duct tape away and thrust into her again. Reaching up, I untie her hands, pushing down on her clit and thrusting again. Working her up again. You can see the desperation to come a third time in her eyes. “Okay,” I say, pulling out of her.
She gets up immediately, crawling toward the end of the bed. I grab the back of her hair, pinning her beneath me as I enter her from behind.
“Always falling into my traps, Rabbit.” I take no mercy on her body as I fuck her with all my power. Listening to her screams and moans as she bows beneath me. Allowing me to own her body. I grip her hips, lifting her up. My fingers grip her by her chin, turning her head over her shoulder as I lower my mouth to hers. I bite her lips, eating her moans until she opens fully to me. I sweep my tongue along hers as I groan, spilling my seed deep inside her.
I flip her underneath me, so she’s pinned to the bed with my body. “I’m sorry, Brixley,” I say, kissing her nose. “I meant to distract you but got lost in you instead. I know I fucked up, but I don’t regret it. I’m sorry that our first time was tainted by what you found.”
She blinks up at me, lust slowly fading from her eyes. “I’m still mad at you.”
“You can be mad at me while I still touch you, protect you, talk to you, take care of you. You can be mad while I still love you.”
Her lips tremble as emotion washes over her features. “It’s going to take some time.”
I brush her hair back from her face, my thumb rubbing over her cheek, catching a rogue tear. “I don’t mind waiting. I’ve spent most of my life waiting for you.”
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
I kiss her in response, showing her how much I’ve missed her too.
24
Brixley
My brother toldme to stay away from Beckett, that he’s bad news. This is the same brother who told me that if a boy breathes on me—much less touches me—he’ll die, and I’ll die too. That it’s part of my curse. But I’ve touched Beckett and luckily, he and I are still here. So, I’m not taking Vance’s word for it.
Beckett and I have formed a routine every weekend. He sketches while I dance. The other kids are always off playing some new game, but we always do the same thing.
I love Beckett’s eyes. They always look like melted honey and green gems. If I could draw, I’d draw his twinkling gem eyes. But I can’t, so I leave the drawing to him.
“Beck, we’ll get married someday.”
I see his lips twitch as he continues drawing. “Is that so?”
“Yes, I can feel it deep in my gut that we will.”
He laughs softly. “Whatever you say, Rabbit.”
“It’s not a laughing matter, Beckett. It’s simply a fact,” I say softly, coming to stand in front of him. “Promise me,” I demand.
