"What, you need a reminder?" I asked, swinging my leg over him, straddling his lap.
"Just a little." He winked, slamming me down on him as I met his shaft and plunged his cock deep inside me.
Immediately, his hand reached between my legs and he grabbed my clit, tugging on the little ring, knowing how much it turned me on. Pleasure coursed through me, leaving my body on fire each time I slammed down. My nipples hardened and tingles erupted along my spine, letting me know my orgasm was close, but I kept riding him. I couldn't stop.
"Fuck, Fallon. That's good, God that's so good," he grunted, pressing on my clit while he grabbed my throat, squeezing.
Flashbacks of that night with Foley threatened to cripple me, but my pussy gushed first.
"Let me come on those gorgeous tits of yours, crazy girl." He smirked, pushing me onto my back.
He got to his knees, stroking his cock as he aimed for my tits. We locked eyes as a gush of warm liquid spilled all over my chest. He collapsed next to me, drawing his name on my chest in cum, laughing. The simple act brought me back to the moment, out of my head—out of the hellish nightmare that he knew nothing about.
"You look so fucking sexy like this; covered in my cum, with my name all over you… you might as well be mine, Fallon," hesaid, sitting up with his back against my headboard as he pulled out a cigarette, ruining the mood.
I sighed, trying to keep calm, even though we've gone over this countless times. "Hitch, we've talked about this, haven't we?"
He rolled his eyes as I wiped his cum off, ruining his masterpiece. "Yeah, we have, and each time you shut me down."
"I'm just not ready for—"
"Not ready for a relationship, yeah, I got that, Fallon. Is it because I'm your stepbrother?" He asked, and I sucked in a breath.
“Of course not. If I had a problem fucking my stepbrother then we wouldn't be where we are today.” I winked, but I knew he was all in his feelings, and that just wasn't me.
“I'm not just talking aboutfuckingeach other, Fallon,” he informed me, as if I didn't already know. “I'm talking about—”
“I know, Hitch. I know.” I shook my head and the room got eerily quiet.
The air thickened as we got dressed in silence. He didn't know the truth and if he did, I'm sure he wouldn't want to be with me. He smiled, gliding his thumb along my jawline.
"One of these days I'm going to change your mind, Fallon; you'll see…"
Walking back downstairs with Hitch after an awkward post-sex cigarette, Brady called us to the living room immediately—typical. Hitch still walked close, brushing his fingers against mine, but I ignored it.
"What were you guys doing?" Eliza raised her perfectly shaped brow as she sipped her martini.
"We were just talking about Christmas shopping, yeah, that's it," Hitch said, his voice cracking.
For the last couple of years, Hitch and I have been fucking around, and we tried to keep it a secret since the thought was extremely forbidden, but we couldn't. He was a great distractionfrom the whole Foley incident so I kept him around, but he didn't know about it and I planned to keep it that way.
After dinner and putting Julian to bed, we gathered around the fireplace for drinks. As Eliza and Brady cuddled, Hitch and I slipped outside, into the biting cold and falling snow. The feeling of being watched was still with me, bringing chills that weren't from the cold. Hitch pulled me into his arms.
"I can spend the night, Fallon," he said.
"Not tonight. I have work to do," I told him, which is always my answer, but it's true. I still have my investigation on Foley.
"Why won't you let me in, Fallon? Is it because you think I'm going to hurt you?"
I sighed, knowing Hitch didn't understand. "It's not you, Hitch. It's me. I need to figure things out on my own." Hitch nodded, his expression softening.
"I'm here for you, Fallon. Whenever you're ready to let me in," he said.
I leaned into his embrace. "Thank you, Hitch," I whispered.
As the snow continued to fall, I knew I had to face my fears and the investigation head-on. With Hitch by my side, it seemed a little less daunting. With him, I felt like I could conquer anything. Sharing one last kiss, Hitch pulled away and walked into the darkness. Watching him go, I pulled my jacket tighter, scanning the street for anyone watching.
Spotting a blacked-out Lexus parked across the street, a tingle ran down my spine, and I began to panic. Clenching my fists, I tried to shake off the unease, but the feeling lingered. I made my way to my car, constantly checking over my shoulder. As I started the engine, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over. With a deep breath, I prepared myself for whatever lay ahead and drove off into the night.
