Raging Hard(61)

Once dressed, I got her into bed.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?”

“Please.”

I undressed and climbed into bed with her, wrapping my arms around her tiny-seeming body. I couldn’t believe a man could possibly want to hurt her. Anger flooded me again, but I choked it back, willing myself not to let Claire know how truly beyond pissed I was.

I held her like that late into the night. Eventually her breathing slowed as she drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t the cuddling type, but I knew when a person needed to be comforted, especially after an insane trauma. A second insane trauma in a matter of a few days, no less.

Meanwhile, as she slept, I planned.

The bastards weren’t getting away with it. I had been trying to give up and remain neutral, but neutrality was off the table.

Now I was going on the hunt. The motherfuckers didn’t know what they had started.





Chapter Fifteen: Claire





I couldn’t tell how late it was when I woke up, but Nate wasn’t sleeping. I could feel his warm body pressed against mine, breathing deeply and slowly. I pressed my ass against him harder and he responded, his arms wrapping around me.

My heart began to beat fast. I knew what happened next. I knew what he wanted, and I knew I wanted it just as much, even if there were a million reasons not to.

Forgetting about all of that, forgetting about the men that attacked us in the alley, about the pirates and my father, I began to grind my hips against him.

“Are you sure you want to start this, sis?” he whispered in my ear.

I gasped as his hand found my breast and then tipped my chin back toward him.

“Yes,” I said.

His mouth found mine, kissing me deeply, as I reached back and found his cock, already stiffening. I began to stroke him through his thin gym shorts, rubbing his length up and down as his hand explored me in return.

Finally, agonizingly slowly, his fingers slipped below my panties and found my clit. I hadn’t realized how soaking wet I was until he began to slowly slick around my clit, his fingers moving in blindingly pleasurable circles around me.

I could hardly take it. I moved my mouth away from his and gasped in some air as he pushed against me harder and began to work me more frantically. I wanted to speak, to tell him to keep going, beg him to fuck me, but he was already in control. His arms wrapped around me and worked my clit, alternating between there and pistoning inside me.

I was a writhing, mindless mess, but I didn’t care. Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew logically that I needed to be quiet, that our parents might hear us, but that didn’t seem to matter to me. Not in the state I was in, the state Nate put me in. I couldn’t control what came out of my mouth any more than I could control my SEAL stepbrother’s powerful arms and hands.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he grunted suddenly. He grabbed my hips, pulling them up into the air, as he knelt behind me.

“Nathan!” I gasped, my pussy up in the air, exposed.

“Perfect. Look at this.” I suddenly felt his mouth and tongue begin to explore me from behind.

“Oh my god, Nate,” I moaned, half embarrassed but loving it.

“You’ve got such a delicious little pussy,” he said. His hands were strong on my hips as his tongue explored me, flicking deep inside my pussy and then up along my length, exploring my folds. His lips and teeth did more work, too, sucking and rubbing me with incredible accuracy.

All I could do was spread my legs farther for him and grab onto the sheets, my face in a pillow. I moaned as loudly as I wanted there with my mouth against the fabric, the noise stifled. I was glad for that, because I knew I was being loud, but Nate didn’t care. He was licking and sucking every inch of me, eating my pussy from behind like a maniac.

Suddenly he was gone, and I looked over my shoulder, confused. He leaned back toward the jeans he’d left on the floor and pulled a condom from his pocket.

“Stay there, babe,” he said.

I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he pulled off his shorts and shirt. His cock was stiff and huge, almost as if it got bigger every time I saw him. He ripped open the foil and rolled the condom down his length.

“I’ve been staring at this ass ever since we met,” he said.

“Do you like it?” I asked shyly, wanting to play along.

“Goddamn right I do.” He knelt down behind me, pulling my hips against him. I could feel his hard dick below my pussy, rubbing up against me, and I moved my hips a bit.

He pulled my hair, forcing me back and up. He pulled the T-shirt over my head and grabbed my breasts. I moaned as his fingers found my clit again and tipped my chin back, kissing him, my ass against his ripped stomach.