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“Goddamn. That ass was sculpted to wear a pair of wranglers.”
“Over there in the red flannel. He’s got that look about him. You know, the one that says he’s bad for your health, and your heart.”
I thought my own stepbrother was hot. Fuck. My. Life.
I hate feeling as if I’m so much of a terrible thing in his world that he’d rather ignore my presence completely.
“What a pretty thing you are when you blush for me,” he murmurs, and I nearly combust on the spot at the way that turns me inexplicably and confusingly to absolute stone.
“You want to be a brat? Or do you want to be a good boy for me?”
“Good boys swallow my fingers. This ass has never had a fat cock in it before, has it?” I study his face, as his breathing shallows more and more. “No . . . the way you just clenched around me, snowflake, I know you haven’t. But you’ve been dreaming about it, haven’t you?”
“But I could never . . .” He lets his lips hover over mine, and I’m trembling beneath his hold. Every part of me screams to know another of his kisses. To have him give me another hit of the wicked rasp and scrape and taste of him. The sexiest, rumbly noise bursts forth as he dusts those lips that I so desperately ache for over mine. Relief and a pure lust-fueled appetite coil through me as Raine speaks against my mouth, and I damn near feel like I’m about to fly off into the night sky. “I could never hate you, snowflake.”
“I don’t have to do more than stuff your holes with my fingers, and you’re spraying cum. What kind of mess do you think you’ll make when I’m filling you properly? What kind of a noisy slut will you be for having my cock deep inside your tight little ass?”
“I’m in the kind of mood to ruin you.” His velvety words dance across my skin, leaving shivers in their wake. “Is that what you want, my sweet boy?”
I’m the least cool, most over-eager cowboy to exist.
I’ve been caught in a place where I didn’t think I could ever truly let anyone in. Why risk it? Why voluntarily put yourself through heartache when, at the first sight of my painfully cracked edges, they’d want to leave?
“You belong right here. I’m not letting you leave me.”
