Raging Hard(68)

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.





Chapter Seventeen: 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.

I adjusted my dress, sighing. I was wearing another over-the-top sexy outfit picked out by Nathan, because he said, “you can’t act as bait in a fucking burlap sack.” I also couldn’t run or really walk effectively, and I was going to definitely stand out, but I guessed that was the point.

I was already starting to have second thoughts, but I knew that if I voiced any of them then Nathan would pull the plug on the whole thing. I didn’t think we could wait any longer; that last attack was way too close for comfort, and I wanted these guys caught.

I knew he hated putting me in danger, but it was my choice. He could try to coddle and protect me all he wanted, but in the end I was going to make the decision that made sense to me. I was sick of sitting on the sidelines waiting for Nathan to take care of everything. It was time for me to step up.

And my decision made sense so far. When my father called Joshua up and suggested he go out for an afternoon with me, he immediately jumped at the suggestion. He even agreed to meet me near the boardwalk amusement park, which was the perfect spot for Nathan to tail us. It was in public, so Joshua wouldn’t make a move, but not too impossibly crowded that Nate would lose us.

The plan was simple. All I needed to do was either find out where his hotel room was, or wherever he was staying, or get him to take me back there. Obviously I wasn’t going to sleep with the guy or anything like that, but Nathan made it clear that I should let him think I might.

“Men are pigs, princess. Except me, of course,” he had said, smirking.

He was a pig, too, but he pulled it off at least.

“Want to back out?” he asked me as my phone started to ring.

“Not a chance.”

I swiped right and answered it. “Hello?”