Rock Hard: A Stepbrother Romance (Extreme Sports Alphas) (14 page)

I wanted to do something to make them remember. I wanted to be part of things again. For some reason, carving my initials into some random tree actually seemed like it would feel good.

I had no clue how he knew that it would be something I’d want. But for whatever reason, I desperately wanted to leave my mark on Ridgewood, even if it was only in the form of vandalizing a tree. I knew the poor tree didn’t do anything to deserve me cutting it up, but I figured she wouldn’t mind too much.

And so I carved. It was hard at first until Reid showed me how, and then it went pretty fast. In the end, cut deep into the tree’s bark next to his initials, were the letters R and F.

“I thought you might make a B,” he said.

“Rebecca is my full name.”

“Makes sense.”

We stood and admired my handiwork for a minute, letting the sounds of the forest fill the silence for us. I felt at peace for whatever reason, even though stabbing my initials into a tree wasn’t exactly changing anything. Still, I felt like I was now a part of the forest, and as long as the tree stood, so would my initials. Nobody would know what they stood for, but I would.

“Nice out here,” I commented.

“It grows on you.”

“How long did it take?”

He looked at me. “For what?”

“For it to grow on you.”

He thought about that for a second, looking out across the woods. “Not until I found climbing. That was like finding my place in the world.”

I nodded. That made sense to me. That was the thing I had been searching for, the thing I had left and gone to college to try and find. My place in the world had never been obvious or simple or easy, but for some reason, standing with Reid against a tree with our initials carved into the trunk, I felt at peace. More at peace than I’d felt in a long time.

Without thinking about it, I reached out and grabbed his hand. He didn’t seem surprised at all as our fingers intertwined. He looked at me, and I knew what it meant.

He turned away from the tree and faced me. I looked at him, my mouth hanging slightly open, as he pressed his body against mine, pinning me to the tree. His eyes were intense as I inhaled his smell mixed with the piney scent of the trees around us. I could feel the earth vibrating all around me, or maybe that was just my arousal at his ripped body so close to mine.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

After a second, he leaned forward slowly and kissed me hard.

I melted in that moment. Everything in my life dipped away. The stress of a new job, the stress of a new place, the fear of the future, it was all gone as his lips worked against mine, his body pressed close, his hands roaming along my body. I gasped as he bit my lip and grabbed my breast while his other hand touched my face.

That was it. I knew it was happening, I knew it was what had to happen after our kiss on the cliff. It was what had to happen ever since we first kissed, ever since he got lodged into my brain and never shook himself free.

I reached forward and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Fuck, Becca,” he grunted, kissing my neck.

“I want you.”

“I know you do.”

“Right here. I don’t care.”

I gasped as his hands slowly slid down my stomach and slipped into my pants. His fingers were warm and strong against my soaked-through pussy as he began to rub me. I shivered and threw my head back, his pants halfway undone.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you in this forest for years,” he said in my ear. “Been thinking about making you come as loud as possible out here in the open.”

“Is anyone around?” I managed.

“Who fucking cares?”

I groaned as his fingers deftly flicked under my panties and began to roam my soaked clit. The calluses from years of climbing made his fingers both rough and soft all at once, and he clearly had incredible control of his hands. My knees began to shake as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“I don’t want to get caught.”

“Yes you do,” he said, rubbing gently, agonizingly amazingly gently. “Why else would you be moaning like that?”

“I can’t help it,” I whimpered.

“Yes you can. You just don’t want to.”

With a gasp, I pushed him away and he grinned wickedly at me. I came at him, crushing my mouth against his, and finished tearing open his pants. I shoved my hand down his underwear and grasped his cock, momentarily shocked by its size. He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a big dick; it was firm and thick and long as I slowly began to stroke it.

The truth was, he was right. He could clearly read me like an open book. I wanted it right there and then and didn’t care at all who was around to hear it.

I kept working him, stroking his length, as he pushed me back up against the tree and continued rubbing my clit. I could barely concentrate on his dick as he worked me, fingers rolling in ways and spaces I had never felt before.

“You’re soaked through already,” he grunted in my ear.

“No I’m not,” I groaned.

“Don’t lie to me.” He suddenly yanked my shirt over my head, forcing my hand out of his pants. He kissed my chest and grabbed my full breasts, and I wrapped my arms around his head as he unhooked my bra, pulled it from my chest.

“I need you in me,” I whispered.

“Say it again.” He yanked my pants down around my knees. The cool forest air bit at my exposed skin and my nipples stood rock hard.

“Fuck me, Reid.”

He stood back and finished pulling down his pants, revealing his rock-hard dick.

“Say please,” he commanded.

Instead, I fell down to my knees in front of him, looking up at his grinning face. Slowly I slipped his dick into my mouth and began to suck the tip, savoring the taste of his salty pre-come as it hit my tongue. I sucked him hard like that, working his long and thick shaft, though I could barely fit the whole thing in my mouth.

He groaned his pleasure and wrapped his hands behind my hand, pressing slightly as he struggled to get his cock inside my mouth. I pulled back, a small string of saliva following my lips.

“Shit, Becca,” he grunted. “Keep sucking me like that and you don’t have to beg.”

I smiled and licked the base of him, up along his shaft, and slipped the tip back between my teeth. I rolled my tongue along his tip and began to suck him again, working up and down, my lips hoovering hard. He groaned and grabbed my hair a little rough, sending a thrill down my spine.

After I began to work his shaft with my hand, sucking his cock, my bare breasts exposed to the open forest air, he pulled himself back and out of my mouth.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

I stood and he tore off my panties, ripping the thin lace.

“I liked those,” I said, laughing.

“I’ll get you new ones.”

He bent over and rooted through his pants for a second, finding his wallet. He pulled a condom out and threw the wallet back onto the ground. I gasped as he grabbed my hips, turning me around and pushing me forward. I put my hands up on the tree, my face even with the carving of his initials, as he tore open the foil and rolled the condom along his cock.

“Are you going to take my dick?” he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t make me wait,” I said.

I felt his tip press against my wet pussy and suddenly he was inside me.

I gasped, gripping the rough bark of the tree, the wind whistling through the branches, as his cock filled me entirely. For a blinding second, there was only the sound of the forest and the feeling of him pressing deep into me.

His hands tightened on my hips. “Fuck, your tight cunt is incredible,” he grunted.

I couldn’t respond as he began to thrust inside me deep, fucking me deep and slow at first, then hard up against the tree. I lost myself in the pleasure running up and down my body as he pushed deeper and harder. I had to hold on to the tree as he fucked me rougher and stronger, his strong hands roaming along my skin. He grabbed my breasts and worked my hard nipples.

“Your ass is fucking perfect,” he said, slapping it hard.

I gasped. “Do that again,” I said.

He smacked my ass harder. “I know you liked that.”

I moaned as his fingers found my clit, his cock still thrusting deep. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly. I knew there could be people nearby, knew that we weren’t more than forty-five minutes from the house, but I wasn’t in control of myself anymore.

Reid was in control of me. There was only him and his strong body, working mine. I looked back over my shoulder at his mouth hanging open, his hands working my clit as he thrust into me.

His hand slapped my ass again and I gasped as his fingers slipped back onto my clit. It was too much, the pleasure rolling through my body in waves, and Reid, his strong hands, his perfect cock pushing deep inside me. I began to moan and my body tensed as the orgasm built and rolled through my chest.

I pressed my face against the bark of the tree, my mouth hanging open.

“Are you coming for me?” Reid grunted.

“Fuck. Yes, keep going.”

I heard him moan as he continued to work my spot, pressing harder and faster, deep into my core. I wanted more and more and for it never to end when suddenly I felt my orgasm explode through me.

Every muscle seemed to tense and then relax over and over as it rolled through me in waves of blinding pleasure. The outside air felt cool and perfect on my skin as I bucked my hips back against Reid, working his thick cock inside my pussy as I came. The world locked into place and there was nothing else I wanted or needed.

And just as I started, it began to fade. I felt Reid stiffen behind me, grabbing my tits hard and thrusting deep. He grunted, moaning loudly, and I moaned in response, working my hips, helping him to come.

Slowly we came down together. We lay down on the forest floor, our sweating bodies intertwined. I looked up at the sky through the trees and listened to his breath and his heart beat.

“Shit, Becca,” he said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come like that.”

“Me neither,” I said, giggling.

I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay there for as long as we possibly could.

But eventually, I knew we’d have to go home. Back to our parents. Our married parents.

“Let’s stay here for a little while,” I said softly.

“Okay.”

And for the next hour, I wasn’t his stepsister.

I was just his.

A
s mud sucked at my boots and sweat rolled down my back, I couldn’t stop thinking about Becca.

Her ass under my hands, her hips against my skin, her lips and tits and every muscle of her mine. I kept replaying the face she made as I pressed my cock inside her for the first time. It was pure pleasure mixed with slight pain and all of it wanting more and more. She bucked her hips back against me like my dick was the last thing in the world and she needed every inch.

I had been thinking about fucking Becca, just like that, for as long as I could remember. Ever since seeing her for the first time, since seeing her innocent face in the hallways at school. It only got worse once we became stepsiblings.

And now that I had her, it was like crack. Like the pills I hoofed back over the border. She was lodged there deep in my thalamus, in the instinctual part of my brain. There was no cutting that out. There was no getting around it.

Afterward, we lay there on the ground under the tree with our initials carved into it and breathed each other and the forest. I wanted to tell her everything, to tell her all about the smuggling and the cancer and the money, and especially about how badly I wanted and needed her, but I couldn’t find the words. They just wouldn’t come. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, the perfect peace of a post-orgasm moment.

As I crashed through the underbrush, the sound of the river up ahead filling the forest, I knew that the conversation about my smuggling was coming sooner rather than later. I couldn’t hide it from her for much longer, not at the rate I was smuggling. She was already asking questions about it, thanks to that annoying pill head Lindsey.

But I had more pressing things to worry about than Lindsey and her big mouth. As I forded the river again, the water up to my waist this time, I felt a stab of nervous energy spike through my core. I held my pack up above my head to make sure it didn’t get wet, and I knew that I was a target for anyone watching the border. I’d be an easy target, splashing around as fast as I could with my pack up in the air. There was nobody around for miles, or at least as far as I could tell, and I hadn’t seen so much as a deer during my entire walk.

Still, someone could easily wander along and spot me. If that ever happened, everything would be over.

My luck held, though, and I was across without incident. I set out immediately for the campsite, knowing full well that I would get there in plenty of time.

I wondered again how Becca would take it if she knew that I was a drug smuggler. Worrying about the morality of the whole thing was probably a waste of time, but during long hikes in the middle of the wilderness I couldn’t help but let my mind wander over that shit. Becca always had a strong sense of right and wrong, although I didn’t know where the line fell for her. If only she could understand what it was like during those first years, how bad Mom was doing, how the bills just kept piling up higher and higher with no end in sight, maybe she would understand. The stress of buying drugs and paying hospitals and of fighting with insurance companies to cover what we needed only made Mom way worse.