ROYAL ROCK(142)

I laughed out loud at that one. “You’re threatening not to fuck me as I stroke this nice pussy of yours?”

“Yes,” she said, biting her lip. “I realize it isn’t an effective threat.”

“No, it’s really not.” I reached under her panties and found her soaked spot, rubbing her. She moaned softly, burying her face in my chest. “These people aren’t to be taken lightly. I need to get close to this guy, but I’m not sure how. I’ll work it out.”

She suddenly moved back, wriggling free from my fingers. “Wait, wait,” she said.

I grabbed her hips, pulling her back. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I have an idea!”

I began to kiss down her stomach. “Talk fast.”

“Well, he seemed to like me. When we met, ah, fuck, on the boat.”

I began to softly lick her soaked clit, looking up at her. “Go on.”

“You can use that,” she said. “Use me, ah, as bait. Fuck, Nathan. Oh shit.”

I stopped. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s perfect,” she said quickly. “He’s not the guy doing the dirty work. He’ll definitely bite. You’ll be there to keep me safe.”

I frowned at her. “I’m not risking you.”

“It’s not a risk. They don’t want me dead or hurt. They just want to threaten my dad, right? We’ll keep it public so they can’t try anything.”

I began to eat her again, mulling it over. It was hard to think straight, though, as she began to pant and moan, her hands gripping the sheets. I figured I’d get her off and ask her again as my fingers began to fuck her little pussy, my mouth nibbling at her clit.

I worked her like that, fingers on her pussy, mouth on her clit, fucking her tightness, working her soaked and swollen spot. She moaned louder and louder, to the point where I had to reach up and put my hand over her mouth.

She bit down on my fingers, but that didn’t stop me. I could tell she was close as I kept working her, making her body tense and writhe. I loved how fucking soaked she was, loved her taste, loved every inch of her.

“Okay,” she moaned. “Okay okay okay.”

And her body tensed, jerking upward. I kept it up, licking her and fucking her, one hand over her mouth and the other two-fingers deep in her pussy. She came hard, practically chewing off my fingers.

Her hair was frazzled when she finally finished, looking down at me. She yanked me up and kissed me fiercely.

“You’re letting me do this,” she said finally.

“Not happening.”

“You know it’ll work, Nate. We need to get this over with and fast, before they do something we don’t expect.”

I had to admit, she had a point. They wouldn’t do anything in a public place, and Joshua himself wasn’t much of a threat. We could set it up through her father, make it look legit. I could use it as an excuse to get information from Joshua, maybe figure out how to make them stop.

But it was a risk. I didn’t want to put her in any danger, even if that danger was minimal.

“Nathan,” she said again, “please. I want to help. I want to help put down these assholes.”

I nodded slowly. “If we do this, we do this my way.”

She grinned. “Of course.”

She went to kiss me, but I stopped her. “Seriously, Claire. If I tell you to run, you run. If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to fuck a polar bear, you—”

“I get it, I get it.” She kissed me softly. “I promise. Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.”

I wrapped my arms around her, our bodies post-orgasm and sweating, though I was already beginning to get hard again. I still wanted to fuck that pussy, and I was going to.

She noticed my renewed erection and raised an eyebrow at me. “Anything you want?” she asked, smilingly coyly.

I didn’t want to put her in danger. But she was right that we needed to end it quickly.

For the time being, though, I wasn’t going to worry about that. For the next few hours, I was just going to worry about how many times I could get her off without getting us both caught by her father.

I was a fool. I was falling deep for my stepsister, even in the middle of all this danger.

Maybe danger got me off.

Almost as much as Claire’s incredible fucking body did.





17





CLAIRE

I was more nervous than I was willing to admit as we stood outside the car, leaning against the hood.

“Are you ready for this?” Nate asked me.

“Of course. This is going to be easy.”

He grinned at me, shaking his head. “You do a good brave act, sis.”

I knew he’d see right through me. Though honestly, the act was more for me than for him. If I acted like I was brave and that everything was going to be okay, then maybe I’d feel that way, too.