“Who knew my slutty stepsister was a squirter?”
That brought her back to reality, and embarrassment reddened her cheeks as she covered her face.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Oh my God…”
I pulled her hands from her face, laughing. “That was so fucking hot.” I wiped my chin on my shirt for her sake before claiming hermouth with mine, shoving my tongue inside, forcing her to taste herself.
Her face was scrunched up when I leaned back. “Rowen!”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I assured her. “I keep thinking I can’t find you any sexier, and you keep proving me wrong.” She let out a little breath when my lips kissed her forehead. “I kind of want to go back down there and make you do it again.”
Her eyes widened when I started to descend, and she grabbed my shoulders. “No!”
I chuckled at her flustered state and pulled my boxers down to release my cock, positioning myself at her core again.
“Wait,” she said suddenly.
I stilled when her fingers found the hem of my shirt, but I caught her wrist and pinned it beside her head before she could strip it off herself.
“I don’t need to be naked to fuck you,” I said in a low voice, brushing my lips against her jaw.
Her eyes narrowed. “Why can’t I see you?”
Instead of answering her, I kissed her, deep and rough, laced with all the secrets I wasn’t quite ready to give her. Just as I predicted, her body arched into mine, needing me back inside.
But then, she turned her head to the side, creating enough room for her to say, “What’re you hiding?”
My jaw clenched, and I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“I’m not hiding anything, Avery,” I said as I guided my cock back to her entrance, dragging the tip over her clit, making her gasp. “I’m protecting you.” Her eyes gave away her lack of trust. “You don’t want to know how deep my obsession for you runs. You have no idea the hold you’ve had on me, the way I’ve coped, what I’vebecome.”
I pressed the head of my cock into her, not waiting for her permission, not needing it.
“You think what we have is fucked up now?” I licked her jaw. “You haven’t seen the half of it. The ink. The scars. The way I carved you into my skin before you were ever mine.”
Her chest was shaking, eyes wide, searching, untrusting. She stared at me like she was waiting for me to tell her I was kidding, like she wanted to believe I was lying.
But I didn’t lie.
Not with her.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I sat back on my knees, her legs still open around me. “You want to see me?”
She nodded after a moment.
Slowly, I peeled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes left mine instantly, dropping, caught between cautiousness and curiosity.
I knew the moment it hit her, because her breath hitched.
“You got my…” Her hand covered her mouth, and she pointed at my chest with the other. “That’s my name, Rowen.”
Avery.
Right over my heart. Permanently scripted. A constant reminder of who I’d always belonged to, no matter how hard I tried to let her go.
My chest and stomach were covered in ink, and hidden among the designs were tattoos I’d gotten specifically for her. Symbols. Dates she’d remember if she thought hard enough.
Like the first day I saw her.
