Fuck. Had I known she was wearing a thong beneath this dress, I couldn’t have been held responsible for my actions. I took half a step back, and my palm teased her cheek before sliding between her legs. My cock jerked insistently the second I felt the damp lace covering her pussy. She shifted, pressing against my hand, and it took everything in me not to shove that flimsy barrier aside and sink two fingers deep inside her.
I pulled back from the kiss only a fraction of an inch. “Fuck me, you’re soaked, baby. Did your pussy get wet watching me earlier, or were you waiting for my hand on this hot little cunt?”
Her moan in response was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.
I wanted inside of her. I just fucking wanted her.
The thought slammed into me with the subtly of a freight train.
I pulled back, dropping my hand and placing a few necessary inches of separation between us.
Her eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t deny the rush of male pride that surged through me at the clouded arousal in them.
We both stood, inches apart, sucking in enough oxygen to get our brains back to normal functioning levels. My attention locked on her and her every movement. I could almost pinpoint the moment her mind snapped back to what she’d seen in the barn.
“Where is she? What did you do with the woman? You never answered me.”
“She’s home by now. All tucked up warm in her bed, probably wishing a nosy little blonde hadn’t interrupted a scene guaranteed to make her come harder than she’s ever come before in her life.”
“Why didn’t you … finish?”
And wasn’t that the million dollar question of the night?
I decided to go bold, because that was the kind of guy I was, and I made no apologies for it. “Because maybe after I saw you, she wasn’t the one I wanted bound and on her knees before me.”
Her sharp inhale and dilated pupils were more intoxicating than the rotgut Griff sipped on.
I moved back, my hands circling her wrists, pulling them above her head, and pinning them to the wall. My mouth dropped to hers, and I took another taste of the forbidden.
It was that thought—the knowledge that she was going to be my stepsister in a couple of days—that had me pulling away and crossing to the door, even though she was still panting and needy.
But it was my own goddamn lack of filter that had me saying, “If you ever want a real man to show you the pleasure in submission, you know where to find me. In the meantime, lock your fucking door.”
The confusion on her face was plain when I shut the door.
I made my way down the hall to my bedroom and ducked inside, not bothering to lock my own door. If Emma had the guts to come to me tonight, I wouldn’t have it in me to turn her away, even though I knew this was the worst fucking idea I’d ever had in my life.
But that didn’t stop me from heading to the shower, gripping my cock, and picturing her wide blue eyes and perfect pink mouth as I took my own release.
Chapter 5
Emma
Cold concrete under bare feet. Arms raised high, chafed with rope, leaving me helpless. I couldn't even turn my head, but I knew Ford was behind me. I felt his eyes on my naked body.
Suddenly he gripped my hips. His fingers dug in, rough enough to bruise. His hot, hard cock pressed against the small of my back like a branding iron. I moaned through the leather strapped tight between my teeth and rose on tiptoe, grinding back onto him, begging my captor to do his worst. One strong hand slid around my belly, lower, between my thighs…
I blinked awake, disoriented. It took me a full minute to figure out where I was. When the drowsy haze finally cleared, I threw my pillow at the wall, suppressing a yell of frustration. I didn't know which was worse—my subconscious mind betraying me like that in the first place, or my conscious mind cutting me off right when I reached the good part.
It had been less than a week since I arrived. Less than two days since Ford had cornered me in my bedroom over what I'd seen. He had finally broken the sexually charged stalemate between us—leaving it to heal in a new, even more agonizing shape. Now I knew how his lips felt on mine. How talented his fingers were. What kind of things he wanted to teach me.
At night, I tossed and turned, trying to forget. During the day, I avoided Ford as much as possible by throwing myself into last-minute wedding preparations. I could no longer deny that I wanted him. But I couldn't give in, either. Becoming obsessed with my own stepbrother was wrong on so many levels. And not only was he my stepbrother, but he was a Dom, and a manwhore—something I had no business lusting after. I needed to move on, to clear my head of the X-rated thoughts he and his hot body and large cock had created, and enjoy my last summer of freedom with my mom. Right. Like that’s going to happen. I was officially hornier than a teenage boy on a porn set.