RICHARD (A BAD BOY ROMANCE) (29 page)

Chapter 12

Tanya

My
heart hammered. My lips burned. Finally, my stepbrother was ready to talk about
our kiss—the one I couldn’t get out of my head.

But
then Gunner opened his mouth, and what came out was nothing good.

“I’m
sorry,” he told me. “It was a mistake. You were vulnerable, and I took
advantage of
you_.
_._._”

I
settled back against my side of the divided tub and stared at the ceiling,
grinding my teeth so hard I couldn’t even hear my stepbrother’s voice. My hand
skirted the edge of the bucket of ice on the partition between us, the one with
a bottle of champagne inside it. The bucket was starting to sweat from the heat
of our bathwater, and soon enough the ice would be all but a memory… And nobody
likes warm champagne.

I
looked at my stepbrother. He was still rambling on, making excuses. Trying to
be the big damn hero.

Maybe
that was what he needed. But what I needed was him. I’d known it from the
moment I’d first seen his face again. I needed his touch. I needed his kiss…
And though I’d never experienced anything quiet like it before, I knew I needed
his dick pressing up hard and deep inside me.

To
make that happen, Gunner was going to need to feed that hero complex of his.
Maybe I’d have to play the villain.

I
grabbed the champagne bottle out of the bucket, and with a hard tug, popped the
cork. Gunner went silent as I put the bottle to my lips, chugging as much of it
as I could, sweet suds spilling down my chin and jaw.

A
little spark lit up inside me when I saw him eyeing me from his side of the
tub. He’d stopped talking and just stared, lips parted and just a little wet.
His tongue darted across them and he sucked the lower one in between his teeth
as I wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist and slammed the champagne bottle
back into the bucket between us.

“No
more games, Gunner,” I told him, grasping the sides of the tub. Then I hauled
myself over the divider and into his side, sinking into the bubbles. “There’s
something between us. And I think I know what it is. I think I know how we can
get past it. Besides, I’ve beaten death twice this week and I don’t want to die
a virgin.”

Gunner
sat up and stiffened, his jaw trembling, aching to spit out a coherent strand
of words. I could already see it in his eyes—that battle between desire and
responsibility. Responsibility to me. To society. To himself. To the family
that shattered when my mom died, and that had become irreparable when Gunner
left us.

We
weren’t a family anymore. We never would be again. Not like we used to be. And
where there had once been familial affection between us, there was something
different now: a dark, seething passion that was more akin to hate than love.

I
swept my knees forward, positioning my hips against his and putting my naked
body right in his lap. I felt the tops of his thighs clench against me and his
manhood throb.

“All
this frustration, Gunner. All this pain. It’s got me so worked up. My head
spins whenever I look at you.” I lowered against his shaft, and with an expert
sway of my hips, brought him to full attention. He grunted and pressed up, his
dick nestled neatly between my pussy lips. “I think you feel the same way.”

“Tanya,”
he began, but whatever protest he’d been trying to make died on his lips the
second he felt my tongue.

I
ran the tip of it up his earlobe before taking his flesh between my teeth. Just
one little nibble filled his cock with blood so warm I could feel it despite
the heat of the tub. I never stopped moving my hips, grinding and writhing slow
and steady. His prick pressed into my entrance, millimeters away from impaling
me. From taking me from
virgin
to…
Something else.

My
nipples hardened when he put his hands on my ass. He was shaking. I whispered,
“We need to get this out of our
systems_.
_._._”

I
threw my head back as Gunner dug his nails into me and let out the lowest,
sexiest growl I’d ever heard. He was past the point of no return. He needed
something to satisfy the lust inside him. It would either be me, or his hand. I
needed to make sure it was me.

“Fuck
me, Gunner,” I moaned. He had the perfect view of my tits now—gleaming and soaked
and right in his face. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

Before
I’d even finished the sentence, Gunner lunged. He grabbed the sides of my face,
his fingers weaving through the wet tendrils of my hair. He crushed my lips
with his, stealing my breath and giving me life all at once. My nerves sparked
and sizzled. My pussy ached and pulsed. Everything in me—my body, my heart, my
soul—was ready for Gunner’s big, thick cock.

“No,”
he whispered.

I
stared, certain I’d heard him wrong. “_._._._no? No what?”

But
then Gunner stood, cradling me in his arms.

“I’m
not
gonna
fuck you, Tanya.”

He
made quick strides toward one of the bedrooms and lowered me onto the bed. I
was still dripping wet from the tub, but all I could think about was what the
fuck I’d done wrong.

It
was obvious my stepbrother wanted me.
Needed
me. So why wouldn’t he go for it? Why wouldn’t he take the plunge?

“Oh!”
I breathed, eyes rolling back. Gunner had shoved my legs apart and stuffed his
face between them to lap at my clit.

Fiery
bursts of pleasure jetted through me, singing everything they touched. I bucked
into Gunner’s face, so eager for more. He knew exactly what to do, how to stoke
the fire inside of me. Figures that a firefighter wouldn’t only know how to put
out a fire, but how to start one, too.

“Gunner!”
I licked my lips, looking down at him, reveling in the image of his tongue
flicking between my folds. “Fuck!”

My
stepbrother was eating me out. There was no hotter sight in all the world.

Gunner
lifted my calves over his shoulders, making way for one of his finger to push
into my hole. It was easy, given how wet he was making me, but still so
surreal. I’d never had anyone inside me before. Not even a vibrator. I closed
my eyes and moaned when he stroked my inner walls in search of my sweet spot.

“More,”
I groaned. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled. “God, Gunner. I thought
you weren’t
gonna
fuck me?”

“I’m
not,” he said, voice muffled against my cunt. Then he lifted up onto his hands
and crawled on top of me, that gorgeous body of his in full view. “I’m
gonna
make love to you, baby. Nice and slow.”

He
took my hands in his, lifting my arms above my head. I looked up into his face,
confused.

This
wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to get Gunner out of my mind. I wanted to slam
my pussy down on his cock so hard it hurt us both. And I wanted that pain to
take away the agony of losing him all those years ago. I wanted to use him to
get over my heartache. To make all that rage inside me go away.

As
he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me, I felt his dick slide toward my
core, and some part of me just knew that maybe this wasn’t what I’d wanted, but
it was sure as hell exactly what I needed.

I
arched off the bed as Gunner pushed his dick into me, spreading my channel
wide. I whimpered, lost for words as he stretched me. My God, he was so big! So
thick! The single finger he’d slipped inside me was nothing in comparison, and
I felt woefully unprepared to accept his girth.

But
then he nuzzled me, released my hands, and whispered in my ear, “Hang on tight,
baby.” And when I grabbed onto his shoulders, he finished thrusting inside me,
and my nails drew blood from his skin.

First
there was pain, a sharp plume that rained down little throbs of anguish onto my
quivering body. In a moment, every one of those embers turned into a passionate
flame, consuming me with the greatest bliss I’d ever known.

I
buried my face in Gunner’s shoulder. “Holy fuck,” I whispered.

My
stepbrother bit back a snarl of ecstasy. “I’m inclined to agree.”

He
held me under one thigh as he thrust into me again, spreading me wider with
each push. I basked in the sensation, letting it envelop me, letting it dance
across my spine. Gunner took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit down just
enough to make me yelp, then laved the nubbin with his tongue, swirling and
sucking until I was raising my hips in time to meet his and urging him to fuck
me more, more, more.

My
stepbrother was in so deep I could taste him. I knew I would never get enough,
knew that his flavor would haunt me until the day I died. All I had wanted was
to forget Gunner Cole, but now, with his dick buried to the hilt inside of me,
I knew I never would.

His
thumb on my clit ignited that stretched-too-thin feeling in my belly, the one I
always got whenever I was about to cum. Gunner touched me even better than I
touched myself, caressing and rubbing, flicking and tapping, pulling out all
the stops.

“Don’t
fight it,” he muttered against my ear. I answered with a gasp and he dipped his
thumb down near his cock, gathering more of my lust to smear across my clit.
“Just let go, baby. Let go for me. It’ll be all right.”

I
knew it would be. And yet some part of me was scared. Scared that if I let down
my guard, my stepbrother would hurt me again. Abandon me. I couldn’t bear to
watch him walk away again.

As
if he knew exactly what I was thinking, Gunner groaned into my neck, “It’s
okay. I’m not going anywhere, Tanya. Just let go. Cum for me, my sweet,
beautiful_.
_._._”

I
couldn’t fight it anymore. Couldn’t fight
him
anymore. It was all too good. Too perfect. Too much.

With
a shuddering breath that swelled into a cry, I ceded control to my
stepbrother—to the one man I told myself I’d never let get close to me again.

And
then I came around his cock, a flood of rapture that spread through my every
limb, igniting my soul.

I
burned for Gunner. I flat-out immolated. I clawed and bit, kicked and flailed,
sang his praises at the tops of my lungs. Through it all he held me still,
humming a low chuckle in my ear, one that spurred my pleasure all the more with
the vibration of his dulcet tones.

“That’s
my girl.”

He
drove me wild. Insane. Pushed me to the brink of beautiful despair and then
made me surrender. I was nothing and everything all at once. I was a goddess
beneath him, ruler of ecstasy, worshipped by his lips, his tongue, his fingers,
his
arms_.
_._._

“I
need to let go, too,” Gunner told me, exhaling a sweltering breath again my
hair. I felt the tide of his dick swell up inside me, the dam that held back
the pinnacle of his desire threatening to burst. “God, you’re so perfect. I
can’t_.
_._._”

“Cum
with me,” I begged him. “Please, Gunner.
Cum_.
_._._”

For
the first time in his life, the sweet bastard obeyed me.

Gunner
pressed his forehead to mine, crying out as his orgasm overtook him. I felt
that shudder run from his toes up his spine, finally culminating in his
shoulders and biceps. He squeezed me tightly and dropped his face to my chest,
eyes shut tight, burying himself inside of me until there was nothing left for
him to give. I felt those hot torrents of his desire stream into me, filling me
to the brim with his essence—his
soul
.

I
couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. Neither of us could. We just wrapped around
each other, naked and wet, and floated into oblivion—together.

Chapter 13

Gunner

I
sat up in bed I’d made love to my stepsister in, watching her curl up against
me in the soft, cotton sheets. I couldn’t remember ever being so satisfied
after having sex—not with anyone before her.

That
thought weighed on me as I sat there in the quiet of the late evening, the
lights dimmed down throughout our entire suite. Everything seemed so calm, so
peaceful, even though I felt like something should feel utterly wrong after
what I’d just done. I felt like someone should have burst through the door and
pointed an accusing finger at me, declaring my shame—but there was nothing.
Everything seemed right with the world.

I
watched the lines of her body shift as she squirmed underneath the sheets. I
felt her hand brush over my hip ever so softly before she turned over, facing
away.

I
never would have thought for a moment back when we were younger that we’d end
up here, sharing a bed together, making love. There were times back in those
days where I wished she’d just disappear. But no, I’d been the one who
disappeared—leaving her all alone with that monster of a father.
My
father.

I
breathed a sigh, eyes closed as I thought about what we had done. I hadn’t used
a condom. I’d taken her virginity and I’d done so much more… I turned in place,
opening my eyes and staring at her beautiful figure. She was so calm… I hoped
she was dreaming of comforting things.

Shit,
I thought with a little, self-indulgent smile,
maybe she’s dreaming of me.

I’d
run away once, and now she was the only family I had left—the only person in my
life I could say that I held any love for in all the world. She wasn’t some
booty call or bar girl. Tanya was the only one who would be worth protecting—and
I knew that I had to keep her safe, no matter what it took.

“No
one’s going to hurt you, Tanya,” I whispered as I lay back down beside her. I
stroked her hair away from her face and she gave a little grumble, but leaned
into my palm. “I’m going to make sure that bastard doesn’t ever hurt you again.
I promise.”

I
wanted to say one more thing. I wanted to say
I love you.
I’d said it before. Just not like this.

When
it came to things
like this,
I’d
never said it to anyone. How in the hell could I find it in me to start now?