“Eric!” she bellows. “Don’t you dare!”
The beer brothers are outside. They’re always partying. Tonight is no different. I’m not sure they even notice us. When I reach the first dumpster, I rear back my arm to throw it in. Clara grips my wrist, preventing me from heaving it into the metal bin.
This is ridiculous.
We’re both half naked, pissed and hurt, and I’m trying to trash her birth control.
Let this be a PSA: Alcohol is bad.
We struggle until she’s in front of me. I manhandle her until I have her pressed against the bin. She tries to take the pills from me but I have a death grip on them.
“You’re drunk,” I accuse, nuzzling my nose against hers.
“So are you. Asshole.”
“I’m throwing them away. Get over it.”
“I hate you.”
“Why?”
Her bottom lip trembles in the moonlight. “Because you’re confusing.”
I push my hips against hers. “Nothing confusing about how I feel about you.”
“Until you’re forced to face reality,” she hisses.
Yanking my hand out of hers, I then toss the pill packet into the bin. It lands soundlessly. Her eyes are wide and lips are parted in shock. I crash my lips to hers and vaguely hear the sounds of cheering.
“I love you,” I say against her mouth. “Just because I don’t know what the fuck’s going on with my life, that will never change. Understood?”
She nods and smiles. Our anger and heartache quickly transforms to need. I grab her ass and lift her up. One of her hands comes between us, guiding my cock into her. With a grunt, I drive into her hard enough she screams.
More cheering.
I fuck my stepsister roughly. Like an animal. Against a metal trash bin in the middle of a snowstorm with drunk onlookers.
Why?
Because I need for her to understand how much she consumes me.
We fuck quick and dirty until I spill my hot seed into her body. The idea of getting her pregnant makes me feral. Throwing the birth control away feels like victory.
She doesn’t come, but that’s okay. I’m going to lick her into oblivion in the shower when we get back home.
Home.
I’m no longer thinking about it as her place.
It’s ours.
I suppose I’ve made my decision.
Clara
The doorbell ringing jolts me out of my post-orgasm haze. Eric peers up at me from his knees in the shower and frowns.
“I’ll get it,” he rumbles. “Relax in here, sass.”
