Page 138 of Endgame

He kissed me.

Right there, in the middle of the lunch room, in front of half the school, Rourke put his mouth on mine. My hands fell helplessly at my sides as he held my face between his hands, taking control of the kiss, taking control of everything. Stunned, I could do nothing but kiss him back, feeling more emotion than was safe for me.

Rourke

IT WAS A GOOD THING our parents had decided to extend their trip; I doubted they would approve of the way I crashed through my bedroom door with Six wrapped around me like ivy, our lips melded together.

By the time lunch ended at school, I was so worked up, I couldn’t take my hands off her. Thankfully, Six had wholeheartedly agreed with my suggestion of cutting class in favor of sneaking home.

“I know you’re going to be trouble for me,” I told her between kisses as I walked her over to my bed. Fuck, Six was an amazing kisser. I loved her plump lips and how sweet her tongue tasted when she stroked it against mine. “I know I’m getting myself into something I’m not entirely sure I’m going to be able to get out of,” I added before I threw her down on the mattress and fell heavily down on her. “But I don’t care,” I groaned, claiming her lips roughly. “Because the way I feel when I’m with you makes it all worth it.”

“Did you really mean it?” she groaned, clawing at the buttons of my school shirt. We’d already managed to ditch my sweater – and Six’s – in the foyer. “About me being your girlfriend?”

It had to be at least the third time Six had asked me that question since leaving school, and for the third time I replied, “I meant it.”

“I want you, Rourke,” Six whispered, stilling beneath me. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I could hardly fucking breathe, and every time I looked into her big, grey eyes, I felt like I was winded.

“It doesn’t have to be now,” I told her, even though my dick was straining to be inside her. “I’m not going anywhere, Six.” Exhaling a pained fucking breath, I leaned forward and stroked her nose with mine. “You don’t need to do this to keep me interested.”I’m already yours.

“I know,” she told me, eyes wide and full of…lust? “I just really need to have you inside of my body.” Swallowing deeply, she added, “Please, Rourke? I’m ready and I want my first time to be with you.”

Well, shit.

Mercedes

ROURKE WAS LEANING OVER me with a hungry gleam in his eyes – a gleam that told me he wanted this just as much as I did. Was he trying to be a gentleman by making us wait? Because fuck that. I didn’t want a gentleman; I wantedhimin all his glory. I wanted my bad-tempered stepbrother, with the body of a navy seal and a mouth like one, too.

“Please,” I whispered, eyes locked on his. I didn’t normally beg, but these were extenuating circumstances, and I was willing to bend my morals if it got me what I wanted.

And I wanted Rourke.

He kept his blue eyes on mine for an achingly long moment, as if he was trying to solve a puzzle in my eyes. But then he groaned deep in his throat, closed his eyes, and nodded.

Yes!

Finally...

“It’s going to hurt,” Rourke said, tone gruff, and excitement roared to life inside of me.

“I won’t mind,” I was quick to reply, breathing hard, as my gaze roamed over every inch of him. “I don’t care about the pain.”

“No?” Pushing off me, Rourke climbed to his feet and took a step back from where I was lying, and I watched in palpable anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and socks; his fingers then moving to the front of his shirt. “It’s going to hurt like a bitch, baby.” He quickly flicked open the buttons on his shirt before shrugging it off his body, revealing his tan, toned, washboard stomach. “You sure this is what you want?” His hands moved to the waistband of his school slacks. “I’mwhat you want?”

“I’m sure.” I nodded frantically. “It’s you. It’s definitely you.”

Snapping the button on his slacks, Rourke lowered his fly before shoving his pants down his muscular thighs.

Seconds later, he was standing in front of me wearing only his boxer shorts. The large bulge straining the fabric assured me that Rourke was just as turned on as I was.

Oh yeah, it was on…

Reaching up, he stroked his thumb across his bottom lip as he studied me just lying there on his bed in my school uniform. “You on anything, Six?” The question surprised me and I shook my head, at a loss. “Birth control,” Rourke clarified, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Are you on the pill?”

“Um, no,” I squeezed out. “You know I haven’t done this before.”

“I know,” he agreed with a slow nod. “I was just hoping.” He ran a hand through his dark hair before exhaling a ragged breath, his eyes roaming up and down my body. “Because I am fucking dying to bury myself inside you, and I don’t want anything between us when you come around my dick.”

“Oh,” I squeaked, eyes widening.

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