Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Let me feel this pretty pussy come all over my cock,” he demands, and my bliss spikes higher.
I can’t help the noise that escapes me as my orgasm barrels into me. It only grows hotter when Trey presses one hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. He thrusts into me a few more times, extending my pleasure before finding his own. I shudder as I feel him fill me, loving the look of bliss on his face. Knowing I can make him lose his mind the way he makes me lose mine has me feeling warm all over, the happiness lighting me up.
We clean up quickly, and I manage to wrangle my tangled, damp, chlorinated hair into a bun before heading back outside. I focus on acting as normal as possible, not at all like I just got railed in the bathroom. Nobody says anything, but I’m sure the blush on my cheeks gives me away.
There’s a barbeque going now as well as the firepit, and I settle on Trey’s lap as we toast marshmallows and eat burgers, conversation flowing until hours have passed in a beautiful haze of happiness. I feel so content, like everything in my life has been leading up to this.
I’ve finally found where I’m supposed to be—in Trey’s arms.
10
TREY
My clothes are hanging beside Talia’s in the wardrobe, our suitcases tucked beneath the bed side by side. Her clothes from last night are strewn over the floor, mine folded and stacked on the chair in the corner.
Neither of us is wearing clothes—I tear her off hers the second I get the chance every day—and she’s cuddled up on my chest, breathing softly and even.
I haven’t slept on the sofa since she gave me her virginity. Fuck, even the thought that she’s mine in every single way, that no other man will ever get her like this, wakes my cock up again. Talia has quickly established herself as my everything, including my stepsister. But fuck that, aside from teasing her with that little forbidden aspect in bed, it doesn’t change anything. Hell, I didn’t even know I had a stepsister until three weeks ago.
And now? Well, I’m never letting her go.
I’m due to return home back to base in less than a week, and I’ll be damned if I’m leaving Talia behind. It would be like ripping out my heart and leaving it here. Impossible, unthinkable. She’s mine.
She’s coming with me. I haven’t broached that conversation with her yet. Every time the topic of me leaving comes up, she shuts it down, changing the subject, and I pretend I haven’t noticed.
But we can’t avoid it forever.
Talia stirs on my chest, yawning wide, her eyes fluttering open. She smiles sleepily up at me, and no matter how much time I spend staring at her, her beauty never fails to stop me in my tracks.
“Morning, cupcake.”
“I love waking up with you.” She sits up a little to kiss me and sighs happily as I dip my head to kiss her neck, loving the way she arches into my touch.
“You’ll wake up like this every day for the rest of your life if I have any say in it,” I say against her warm, soft skin, brushing her hair out of her face.
“Mmm,” she hums happily. “Yes, please.”
I’m about to answer her when a muffled noise from downstairs makes us both go still.
A key in the door. Two voices. The roll of suitcase wheels on the wooden floor.
Fuck.
Talia and I leap out of bed in an instant, both of us rushing to dress at record speed. I’m used to having to get ready at the drop of a hat, but Talia’s not and she stumbles trying to pull her leggings on, falling back onto the bed.
I make it out of the room just as our parents get to the top of the stairs.
Dad sees me and grins broadly. “Trey! There you are. We were wondering why the house was so quiet!”
What the fuck am I supposed to say to them? I stand in front of the bedroom door, unsure how to approach this. I could’ve sworn they were due back tomorrow not today, but evidently I got my dates wrong. And Talia and I hadn’t come up with any sort of plan for how to explain anything to our parents.
I clear my throat, trying to smile back. The woman next to my dad is obviously Talia’s mom. She has the same green eyes and delicate features.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Trey. I’ve heard so much about you!” Lucille greets me warmly, stepping forward to hug me.
At that precise moment, the door behind me opens and Talia walks straight into my back with an oof.
The air goes tight with tension, and my instincts prick up as my dad’s eyes look between me, her, and the bedroom door. The door we’ve both just come through. At 9 AM. It doesn’t take a genius to put the pieces together, and the second my dad’s eyes widen, I know he’s figured it out.