Page 148 of All the Forbidden Things
“Kid. Last time I’m gonna ask. Why the fuck, were your tits out in Max’s bedroom?”
“Well, it was easier for him to suck them with my top off if you must know.”
“You sucked my sister's tits?” Cal’s voice is high and carries an incredulous tone. Billie takes that the wrong way.
“Why wouldn’t he? They’re great tits.”
Shit.
“W-why wouldn’t he? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Because you’re my little sister, that’s fucking why.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I’m stopped by Cal’s fist as it collides with my jaw.
Billie
“Give it to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You’re in charge.”
“Fuck. Max?”
“Right here, Bamm. Show me what you got.”
“Fuck.” I arch my back as I grind down on Max’s cock. He presses his thumb to my clit, and a delicious orgasm rolls through me.
My convulsions have barely eased when he flips me onto my back, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and drills into me. I watch his ink move as his hard muscles tense and release, and I begin to feel my belly tighten again. He slides my legs from his shoulders, and I wrap them around his thighs and squeeze his arse cheeks, digging in my nails, I pull him into me.
“Harder,” I order.
“Fuck. I love it when you do that. Pulling me in for more, like what I’m giving you isn’t enough.”
“It’s not, I’ll always want more of you.”
I move with him, meeting every thrust.
“Eyes on me, Bamm.”
And there it is. The instant his gold meets my blue, I feel that crackle, and the fireworks explode. For both of us.
He looks down at me. I look up at him. His lip is still slightly split from where my brother punched him last week, and it only adds to his sexiness.
We’ve been hiding out at the little cottage, a borrowed piece of heaven, at Jay and Marnie’s place since everything went down with Whitney and the drug bust. We’re happy here, and it’s where we’ll stay until the new album is recorded and while we look for our very own little piece of heaven to buy.
My brother is beyond pissed off that everyone knew about us except him, and he’s still not talking to any of us. But, hey, ho, he’ll get over it. It’s Christmas in a few weeks, so he either spends it alone or builds a bridge because we won’t be going back to London for it.
Hypocritically, Max is behaving exactly like my brother at the news Aaron has been doing the deed with his mum for the last few months and everyone had guessed it except him. I couldn’t be happier for Karen and think they make a great couple. Max, not so much. But, again, it’s Christmas soon, so he needs to get over himself.
“Is that toilet roll still down there?” Max asks while attempting to peer down the side of the bed.
“You really need to up your after-sex chat if you wanna keep me around, Young.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Well, if you don’t hurry up and buy condoms, I won’t be able to. I’ll be knocked up with a baby.”
“I’m never buying condoms, and you’re never going back on the pill. I want you knocked up for the rest of our lives.”
