Page 20 of Pretty Threats

When I started sneaking into her room in the dead of night and crawling in bed with her, I knew zero about clits. Turns out it’s a tiny dick between a woman’s legs and if it doesn’t get its massage, the girl can’t come. So, while I haven’t put my cock inside Raine’s pussy—yet—I’m still her first. I’m the one who gave her her first orgasm.

My hand slides down her belly and into her panties. The soft petals of her sex are wet. Fuck.

“Look at me,” I order.

Her chocolate brown eyes look up into mine, and it’s like I’ve been touched by a live wire. This is how we always do it, so that when things are as intense as they can get, we’re locked together, mind and body. Sometimes, she kissed me for a moment or two. I liked that, too because putting my tongue inside her was almost as good as coming. But I always broke the kiss before I came, so she was staring into my eyes when it happened.

She’s having to use her left hand, which isn’t as smooth, but I don’t care. I push two of my fingers into her, and her mouth drops open. She sucks in air and shudders. Her little hole is tight around my fingers. Just as I thought, still a virgin.

We never got to this. I held back because I was the older stepbrother, and she was innocent. I didn’t want there to be any evidence of what I’d done to her.

Now, with my hand rocking against her clit, I grind with my fingers in her as deep as they’ll go.

She comes, her breath gasping.

Good.

This is new for us in more ways than one. Usually, I come first and then roll closer, so I’m covering part of her body and staring down at her as my fingers stroke even harder between her legs. I know how to make her whimper and beg, and doing that is one of the few things in life I love to do.

A door down the hall closes, and her eyes drop. Her stroke falters.

“Don’t stop.”

“Someone’s awake.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Do not stop.” It’s been a year since I’ve been in a bed with her. I want this.

She licks her lips and raises her gaze to mine. “You have to be quiet, Killian. Like back then.” Her soft voice and the memory of all those times is more than I need as her grip tightens and the speed of her stroke gets faster.

“Fuck,” I mumble.

My chest expands, and I draw in a deep breath and hold it. I come harder than I have in a long time. Harder even than I’ve ever come while I’m inside another girl’s mouth or cunt or ass.

“Shh,” she whispers.

Her lips press against my chest, sending me deeper into the pleasure spiral as my cum shoots out.

Then the tide slows, and my seed spills over her fingers. She doesn’t stop touching me until I’m empty.

When Raine finally rolls onto her back, she exhales a deep breath and stares at the ceiling. Probably contemplating how insane that was. How insane I am.

I stay on my side, staring at her. Watching this girl is one of my favorite ways to kill time. When the knock I know is coming finally does, I’m annoyed. Now that we’re in the same bed again, I want to stay that way.

12

RAINE

It’s hard to believe what just happened. I guess when you feel close to death, nothing matters. You break down and do the thing you’ve missed doing for a long time.

As the flush fades from my skin, I lick my tingling lips. I kissed his chest. I couldn’t stop myself. Killian is horrible, but touching each other in bed was the one thing that was always good between us.

If there was a way for him to be in my life only in a bedroom, I would do that again. We would pass each other on the paths at school and maybe lock eyes for a moment, but then, we’d keep walking, without ever speaking. He wouldn’t be allowed to make threats. His jealous rage would never slither into my world to hurt someone. Bedroom only. Nowhere else.

When Jamie taps on the door, he doesn’t wait for a response before he opens it.

We’re lucky he didn’t walk in while we were having hand sex. Hand sex, that’s what I used to call it in my mind when I was younger.

Jamie strolls over and unlocks my arm and then reaches across to unlock Killian’s. “Morning. Or afternoon, actually.”

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