Sobs make her shake in my arms, but there aren’t tears with these ones. It’s raw, dry emotion, like there’s no more tears for her to give but her body isn’t done purging itself. She’s on edge, so close to falling. To coming. To accepting all that I know and feel to be truth.
“Let go, baby,” I whisper. It’s taking everything in me to hold back from coming right now. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
Her back arches violently, body locking up. Her head punches back into the pillow, exposing that gorgeous neck. Plump lips part on a silent scream.
Holy fuck, I can’t get used to this. Can’t believe how beautiful she is.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Come all over my cock. Suck it dry.”
“Brayden,” she whispers brokenly, tensing, tensing . . .
Her walls collapse around me almost painfully, pulling me in. The pressure is so intense that I feel the first burst of come being forced from me. An almost involuntary orgasmic pulse. Agonizing and mind-wiping ecstasy that pumps up my shaft, pouring deep into her.
Left without words, without thought as my body jerks on top of her in an intense pleasure I’ve never known before.
Her nails claw down my back, and I feel them cutting through skin.
Her teeth bite deeper.
I bite into her shoulder without thinking, fucking her, pushing her into the bed with my weight, pumping all the come into her I can.
Her nails dig into my ass, forcing me to keep going, taking more from me than I can bear to give.
My back arches, one final explosions of sensation shooting from my cock and arcing up my spine.
Spent.
Emotionally.
Physically.
We’re nothing but a heap of bodies mashed together. Hard breaths in sync as we come down.
Her * still pulses around me in sporadic jumps.
She says nothing.
Neither do I.
This silence between us, where there is nothing but our mixed breaths and the beats of our hearts, surrounds me. It becomes all I know, feel.
I’d give anything to hear the words from her, but right now she doesn’t have to say them.
I live to tell her how much I love her, but that isn’t necessary in this moment either.
Peace.
Finally, for the first time in fucking forever, I feel a sense of peace between us.
That connection thrums through her body and into mine, binding us.
Kira shifts under me, snuggling closer, arms tightening around me.
I refuse to move, even though I know I must be suffocating her.
We just lay here, intertwined, our breaths slowing.
I don’t know how much time passes. It could be minutes, hours, or just a few simple seconds, but it’s heaven. A tiny sigh as she nuzzles into me almost breaks me with relief.
The small touch of her affection is a soothing balm. I didn’t even understand how badly I missed it.
Exhaling softly, I let myself melt further into her, basking in the complete certainty of this moment.
I can fix this.
I will.
Nothing on earth is going to stop me from making it up to my girl.
It’s going to take some more time, but finally, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I can heal her—heal us.
Fuck all the stepsister-stepbrother bullshit. We’re going to be together, and I’ll finally be able to give this girl everything I have.
August 7, 2015
“Kira, do you want popcorn?” Marilyn asks, drawing my attention from my phone.
I blink at her and nod before stuffing my phone back into my wristlet. There was a new message from Brayden after he texted me when he got home. I told him I’m with my friends, that we’re seeing a movie, and he sent me a mad emoji.
A mad emoji. What the hell?
The damn thing grates on me as we get our food and drinks, ready to see Trainwreck. I’ve waited all week to see it, and I’ll be damned if he ruins the good mood.
With all the things to get ready for this month, this is the first time we’ve been able to hang out in a week, besides trips to the gym. I’ve been looking forward to this movie and the downtime and the not thinking about Brayden time. The latter is a near impossibility.
He’s all I think about.
We grab our snacks and drinks and head to the theater, Jenna hogging the big-ass bucket of popcorn. Once up the ramp, I stop and turn.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, holding my soda out for Ash to take. “Be right back.”
“Okay, we’ll save you a spot.” Jenna stuffs a handful of popcorn in her mouth as they head for theater nine.
The time away gives me a few minutes to shake him from my mind. While by myself, I take a few deep breaths and focus on anything but him. It’s a good hair day, and I’m looking cute, and I’m going to have fun.
As I step out, I look both ways so I don’t run into anyone, but my steps falter. My head snaps back toward the lobby, to the force making his way toward me.
Brayden.
He’s vibrating with an almost violent energy. People make way for him, and I can’t tear my gaze away.