Page 48 of The Parolee


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I could have laughed at the shocked look on my big asshole brother’s face except that really fucking hurt.

And was also kind of bleeding more than I thought.

“What the fuck, Lele Reilly,” Torin said, gritting his teeth audibly. “That is goddamn psychotic behavior.”

“Ouch,” I said, looking at the blood pooling on my arm.

My brother shoved the key in the car again and punched on the gas, squealing down the road to the nearby grocery store, scolding me all the way.

He put a big hand on my arm, stopping the blood, and pulled me into the store after him.

The grocery store clerk seemed startled to see two siblings come in, both bleeding, both with pitch-black hair and dark blue eyes. Torin laid bandages and antiseptic and cream on the counter and when I went to grab my wallet, he pulled some cash from his pocket.

“Where’d you get that?” I asked.

“Your engagement ring,” he said.

I laughed then. “That ought to pay for the repairs on the cabin,” I said.

Torin paid with one hand, his other hand still firmly on my arm to stop the bleeding.

“Your brother seems, ah, very protective of you?” the clerk asked, handing me the bag.

You have no fucking idea.

When we got back to the truck, Torin carefully cleaned my cut and bandaged it up.

“I am going to fucking tan your hide if you do that again,” he scowled.

“Then you don’t do that again,” I shot back, and he let me bandage him, his thigh bouncing with impatience.

Then he opened the front door of the truck and pulled me in after him, pushing me between his legs.

But I sighed with pleasure as he tightened both big legs around me, the truck smelling like sharp blood and iron and desire. I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

It sprung out, hard, and it throbbed in my hands as I ran my fingers over the thick length.

He made a low noise in his throat. My brother’s cock tasted so sweet in my mouth, the sharp sting and stretch of his cock a pleasurable pain now.

I licked the big tip, running my tongue all around the skin there, loving the velvet feeling on my fingers, in my mouth.

Torin knocked into me with his knee.

“Don’t play around,” he warned me.

“Yes, brother,” I said obediently, nestling closer to try to get his whole cock in my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my mouth tight to suck him, each groan I pulled from his chest sending heat pounding down to my cunt.

I put my hands on his legs to keep myself between them, but I didn’t need to. His thighs were so tight on me that I couldn’t have gotten away even if I had wanted to.

And I didn’t want to.

But I wanted to tease him, just a little bit, as his deep groans filled the truck.

I looked up at my brother. One hand was on my head, his fingers lightly threaded through my thick curls. The muscles in his arms shook with the effort of holding my head so lightly, and a muscle in his neck and jaw throbbed.

His big chest rose and fell, his other hand coming around to caress my cheek even as his hips jerked toward me.

I felt another uncomfortable wave of heat and lust, my cunt almost painfully needy now, and then I pulled off as I felt his thighs tense, heard the low noises that seemed to come from deep within his chest cavity, those rolling growls.

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