Page 83 of Fractured
“Eat me, Paul Bunyan. “
I smirked, “With fucking pleasure.”
She scoffed, “Oh no. I was being rhetorical.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “Like you don’t try and shove my face harder against your pussy when I’m eating my dessert.”
It was her turn to narrow her eyes at me, “Because you talk too much. I want you to get down to business, not bore me to death and take the pleasure away.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, “You didn’t.”
“I sure the fuck did.” She snarled.
Then she said, “Go eat a fucking Snickers.”
I glared, “I’ve got a better idea.”
Then I scooped her up and carried her to our bedroom.
And then proceeded to fuck the ever-loving hell out of her against the bedroom wall.
Angry sex? Fucking perfection.
***
I had scratches all up and down my back, and it was fucking perfect.
I didn’t mind showing them off as I stripped off my shirt while we were all helping build a deck for Garrick and Tatum’s.
None of the guys asked about it.
Not until we were all sitting at Virgin Mary’s for their sibling night.
“You get in a fight with a cat?” Garrick asked.
“More like the perfect pussy,” I rummaged.
“Oh my god.” Alec gagged.
“Damn,” Carter said.
Alec paled, “Images I don’t want. Thinking about blown-up body parts now.”
“I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing that,” Ethan said with a shake of his head.
“Like any of you are fucking virgins. Grow the fuck up,” I said.
“We know. But she’s our little sister. Just fucking wrong.” Carter said.
“Will you say it’s wrong when I plant my baby in her?” I asked.
“Excuse me. Your baby? You’re not the one who has to carry it. Deliver it. Have a vagina that pushes out a fucking watermelon. Your baby?”
I smirked up at her, “In all that gibber jabber, I didn’t hear you complaining about the idea.”
She shrugged, “Why would I complain? I want kids.”
I sobered, “Yeah?”
