Protect & Serve(77)

“Yes, Tristan!” she shrieked at last. “Come inside me. Please!”

Gwennie was a smart girl. A safe girl. But when it came to my dick, she was careless and wild.

That thought alone drove me over the edge. Bucking rapidly, I roared and slammed my fist hard into the table as I jetted inside her, coating her womb with my lust. My cock lurched and spasmed, dumping load after load, filling her so thoroughly I could feel some of it dripping back out.

And then Gwennie threw her head back too, clutching my arms with her nails and crying out as she came again, this time around my pulsating cock.

I pressed one hand to her chest, breathing hard, feeling her heart beat tremulously beneath my palm. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her lips parted, and I gently brushed my own against them before I collapsed on top of her, burying my face into her shoulder.

What the hell was wrong with me? I almost felt like I should cry. There was something about being inside Gwendolyn like this that felt more like home than I’d ever experienced, something that made me feel like I belonged. It made me so… happy. So fulfilled.

What on earth had she done to me? Whatever it was, I wanted her to do it again.

I picked Gwendolyn up with her legs around me, clutching her to my chest. Then I kissed her again, holding her up high as if I wanted the world to see.

Maybe I did. But that could wait. First, there was the matter of finding her bedroom…





9





Chapter 9





I woke up feeling the best I had in ages, rested and relaxed, my troubles so far away that I could barely make them out on the horizon of my mind. At least until I remembered why I felt so good.

Oh, God! What have I done?

Last night had been possibly the best—no, definitely the best—sex I had ever had in my entire life, all of it with the man I’d dreamed of since I was a teenager. I bit my lip, swallowing hard as I felt the warmth of my stepbrother radiating from behind me as I lay on my side. I honestly couldn’t remember how many times we’d gone at one another, our bodies writhing and pulsating in time together. Just the memory of it had me shivering with the desire to have another round.

No! I chastised myself, trying to bring my focus back away to the way his cock felt so divine inside of me, his cool, metal piercing hitting at just the right spot to drive me to levels of pleasure that I had never felt in my entire life. But I knew that even though what I’d felt had been beyond words to describe, I knew that it could never happen again. What if we’d been caught? If some errant member of the paparazzi and just so happened to have been following Tristan’s date the night before with Patricia.

My mind buzzed with all the possible ways that this could blow up into an enormous disaster. I could already hear my mother’s screams of indignation if she were to discover what we’d done. I could only hope that by some miracle no one had seen anything through my windows. It had been late when Tristan had arrived and by that time hopefully any reporters had been satisfied by Patricia being ousted angrily from the limo.

“Good morning,” I heard from behind me and my entire body tensed, cursing the reminder that my indiscretion had indeed taken place I had not simply dreamed the whole thing. I’d been so frightened to turn over, to truly recognize Tristan’s presence that I’d resigned myself to simply avoid even looking at that portion of my bed for the rest of my days. “I trust you slept deeply.”

“Tristan” I began, my voice filled with tension. “Last night was a mistake.”

“A glorious mistake,” he chuckled, and I felt the strength of his arm sliding around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a night like that in my life.”

“But it can’t happen again,” I said, my heart fluttering as I felt his morning erection pressed against my back. Oh how I longed to feel him inside of me again, but knew more than anything that I ought to simply make him leave. “What we did was wrong. You’re my brother.”

“Stepbrother, Gwennie,” he whispered, and for once I didn’t entirely hate that name. The way he said it made my entire body shudder. “We’re not really related and I know that you don’t really have much of a care.”

“Tristan, I—”

He pressed a finger to my lips gently, halting my thoughts as he turned me over and pressed his lips softly to mine. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, fireworks bursting behind my eyelids as my entire body relaxed.

“We can’t do this,” I repeated, my eyes shut tight against the sensation of his hands sliding across my body.

“I think speaking is the last thing either of us need to do right now,” he whispered softly as I gave a surprised gasp, his rough hands cupping my breast, his thumb brushing across my pert little nipples.