I hold Curtis's hand in mine and guide him out of the bedroom, walking toward the sound of men's voices. Funny, I'm usually avoiding that exact thing. But we're not in our little apartment beside the tavern this morning. We're in Ramsy Jones' home—and apparently this is where we'll be staying for the next while.Against my better judgment.My lips are still tingling from his kiss, my skin burning where his hands touched me.I've always thought—or hoped, at least—that I'm a smart girl. It takes a clever person to survive alone in Harding without any protection. But I'm beginning to wonder if kisses from this man have gummed up the inner workings of my brain. Every time I try and remind myself of what happens when I give in to the selfish wants of my body, I forget all of my reservations."Big," Curtis says, awe-struck, looking up at the vaulted ceilings. "Big house.""Yes," I agree, squeezing his little hand. "It's a huge house.""Who lives in it?" asks my brother, brows raised quizzic
As it happens, I'm...not entirely sure about leaving the house.It's been a long time since I've done so and the idea of venturing beyond the stone walls causes an ominous roiling in my stomach. But it calms when I look at Julia. So that's what I do. I stare at her like an utter maniac, soaking up her goodness and light, hoping it can pervade the darkest parts of me. And she seems to sense my disquiet, a gentle frown marring the place between her brows."Curtis," she says, patting her brother on the shoulder. "Go make you bed and brush your teeth, okay? Hurry back when you're done."He slumps, but when he receives a stern look from his sister, he sighs. "'Kay!"Off he runs, leaving me alone with Julia in the study."Is everything all right?" she asks me.No, little girl. My dick is pulsing for you in that thin gray dress that molds your tits just right and I'd like to ride you bareback on the floor. That's what I'd like to say. If for no other reason than to distract her from my obvio
When Ramsy leads us outside, his hand firmly on the small of my back, I decide that "car" is not the appropriate term for his vehicle. It's a limousine. Not a stretch one. But a sleek, elongated black town car with two benches of seating that face each other. Climbing into the rear of the limousine, I take one side, Ramsy takes the other—and Curtis promptly begins switching sides every thirty seconds.My brother is fascinated by the glass decanters and buttons and air-conditioning vents, his fingers leaving smudges on the sleek wooden paneling. But Ramsy doesn't even seem to notice. He's looking at me. He tucks his tongue into the corner of his lips and leans back, splaying his long, thick thighs, his gaze heating every part of my body it lands on—and it lands everywhere. My ankles, knees, thighs, breasts. My throat and mouth.I press my knees together but it doesn't stop the heavy tugging sensation that concentrates itself just beneath my belly button. Pulling, pulling. The way my se
And Ramsy seems to realize that the closer he gets to reaching me, because he groans, a ridge forming at the front of his pants. As natural as breathing, I twine my arms up around Ramsy's neck and he enfolds me in his arms, his embrace lifting me to the very tips of my toes, one hand settling on my backside and shuttling me closer to his lap, pinning his erection between us. "Thank you," I whisper against the hot skin of his neck. "I didn't know how much I needed my dragons slayed until you did it. They're not so scary now."His hand slides up beneath my dress to take firm hold of my butt cheek, massaging it slowly. With ownership. "You never have to be scared again."It's such a foreign thing, to put my trust in someone when I've relied on my own courage and fortitude for so long. But I don't feel as though I'm giving those things up. I feel as if I'm taking a break from constant worry when I lay my cheek on his shoulder and let his hands roam all over my body, knowing I don't have a
I stare out the window of my study to the cliffs beyond. Early evening has turned the sky into an orange fire bomb, gulls swooping and calling to each other, their silhouettes outlined by the fading sun. but I'm seeing none of it. No, I'm captivated by Julia's reflection. She sits behind me, sprawled out in a mountain of pillows in front of a roaring fire, reading to her brother. Every minute or so, she yawns adorably and loses her place. It's no wonder the girl is exhausted. I've gone down on her five glorious times today.Each time, her orgasm has been more explosive than the previous one. Her inhibitions are long gone. Where at first she was almost afraid of the pleasure, now she goes after it. Her breathy little hiccupping sounds have taken up permanent residence in my head. My tongue is sore from the amount of licking I've done today—and I've never been more fulfilled in my life.Nor have I ever needed to fuck so bad.My balls are so heavy with unspent seed, they might as well be
It's very odd carrying a child, but I'm not a moron, so I manage to make it to the room beneath the stairs without incident, shouldering open the door and stepping inside."I'm very sorry to inform you, Curtis, your sister isn't going to be sleeping in here with you tonight," I say, knowing he can't hear me in his unconscious state. "If you need her for anything, she'll be upstairs in the master suite.""Where is that?" he asks, an eyelid cracking open.I blink down at him. "Were you fake sleeping?"He shrugs. "Julia was tired."A smile stretches my mouth before I can stop it. "So you pretended to be asleep so she wouldn't have to read anymore? That's pretty considerate of you, Curtis.""Is considerate good?""Yes."His grin is white in the dark room.Realizing I've stopped in the middle of the floor with the child still in my arms, I take two strides and lay him in the center of the bed. "Well, then. You'll just...drift off now?""Yup." He nestles into the bedding, looping a sheet ar
Julia looks at the high stone walls penning us in from all sides, then over at me, chewing on her bottom lip. "I was still thirteen when you started to build them. It was silly...but I convinced myself it was my fault. That my trespassing was the final straw.""In a way, it was," I say, surprising myself.Surprising Julia, too. "How?""You...were the last good thing, the last genuine person I met before my family descended like vultures, picking me apart. And I guess I just wanted to let my hatred fester. If you came back, I never would have been able to do it." My laughter is slightly uneven. "I was right, wasn't I? You're back here for one day and I've already..."We stop at the gate the leads out to the cliffs. "You've already what, Ramsy?"I force the words out, even though they leave me vulnerable. Flapping in the wind like a goddamn sheet on the drying line. "I don't want to hate anymore." I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the softness of her expression making it dif
"You pleased me all day, Daddy," she says breathily, girlishly against my lips, her heels raking up and down the backs of my thighs. "I want to make you happy now. Please?"A moving image demands my attention. Me straddling Julia's gorgeous face and unzipping my pants, letting my cock slap out onto her pretty features. "I've had this come locked up inside me all day, Julia. Licking that tight little sugar cunt, dying to get my dick wet. If you tried to blow me right now, I'd fuck that mouth so hard, I would injure you and I'd be an even worse bastard than before." My hips ride her panty-covered mound with urgent thrusts, a rusted sound of need emanating from deep, deep inside of me. "I might not even make it inside that pussy before I blow. Goddammit.""Pretty please," she says, pouting against my mouth. "Can I ride it out of you?"It's not what I think I want.What I think I want is to yank the crotch of her panties aside and slam into her tiny fuck hole until I pop off and the unhol