Page 24 of Dagger's Property
She nods, looking thoughtful. “Do you love him?”
That’s a heavy question. It makes me nervous thinking about the way I feel. I’m almost terrified to admit the truth.
“He’s the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”
“You know, he always talked about you.” She holds out her hand for another cigarette. “He’d come out here sometimes and chat with me. Tell me how much he missed you.” She pauses to light up. “Don’t be mad at him. But one night he let it slip about your dad being arrested. I was mad at my father for all his rules and for keeping me prisoner up here, but Dagger told me I was lucky to have a dad who cared so much about me.” She is. “He said some kids have dads that hurt them. Did your dad hurt you?”
I don’t usually talk to strangers, but Rory is different. She feels safe. And who is she really going to tell?
“My dad hated me because I reminded him of my mom. After she ran off, I became my dad’s verbal punching bag.” I’d sit and endure hours of his raging tirades while he screamed about my mom and what she did. “One night, he completely lost it. He kept shoving me around. And the next day at school, one of my teachers saw the marks on my neck and asked me what had happened. I was so scared I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore.” I wanted help. “The teacher was required by law to report it. But she also felt the need to call my dad and let him know what I’d said.” She betrayed my trust and almost got me killed in the process. “When I got home, he grabbed me by the neck and wouldn’t let go. The cops arrived just in time.” Had they shown up a few minutes later, I wouldn’t be here.
“That’s so terrible, Wynter. I’m really sorry. It makes me feel like an asshole for always complaining about my dad and his rigid rules.”
She’s allowed to complain. We all have our issues. But she’s lucky she’s safe. I didn’t have that safety when I was younger. Itwas just me and the monster, while my mom was off starting her new life.
“You have a hit over your head, Rory. I think that gives you a right to be upset.”
She nods, taking another drag of her cigarette and staring out at the water. We sit in the silence. Both of us lost in our thoughts. My mind thinking about Vale and what the future holds for us. I wonder if he even feels the same, or if I’m just the hot girl that’s sleeping in his bed for the time being. Then when I leave, he’ll forget all about me.
“Rory!” The silence is broken with a blaring shout. We both turn and see Ripper charging down the trail. He comes right over to Rory, fuming from his ears. “Told you I wanted you to stay in your room during church. It’s not safe out here.”
Really? Looks pretty safe to me. We’re surrounded by trees, and I doubt anyone is swimming across the lake to get her.
“I’m fine, Rip. Chill.” She goes to stand, and he immediately leans down and tosses her over his shoulder. Talk about a barbarian.
“Taking you inside and teaching you a lesson.”
I’m not sure whether I’d call his behavior protective or possessive. It’s intense is what it is. He stalks off with her, and she barely gets a goodbye out before they disappear through the trees. In their place, comes another tall, dark, and dominant man. He looks borderline possessive too. A shiver runs through my shoulders, casting goose bumps over my skin.
“Are you out here causing trouble, Wyn?”
I shake my head, snubbing out my smoke. I really am going to try to quit.
“Me?” I feign my innocence. “I would do no such thing.”
His brow arches and then he swoops in and scoops me up, placing me on his lap. His big, strong arms wrap around me, andI can feel his thick ridge pressed between my legs. Looks like someone’s been having some naughty thoughts.
“Did you repent for all your sins and say all your hail marys while you were in church?” I tease, grinding against him. His eyes are shrouded from the heat, dousing my body in flames.
“I did.” He grips my waist tighter, pressing himself up into me. “I went into the confessional and told the priest all about my dirty thoughts. I told him how I like to perv on my stepsister’s cute little pussy all the time and how I like her to spread her legs while she’s studying so I can rub myself off to the sight of her pretty cunt.” God, it makes me so hot when he does that. Of course, I lose all concentration on my schoolwork and wind up riding his mouth instead. “I also told him that when she’s sound asleep, I like to flick her little clit and rub it all around so I can give her some sweet dreams.” My panties get soaked through just thinking about how he wakes me up every morning. I practically come right on the spot. His finger presses down on my sensitive spot, making it swell to his touch.
“I also mentioned my addiction to these tits.” He squeezes them through my shirt and they instantly tighten. “Show them to me, babe.”
The edge of his voice is gripped with need and so is that jaw as he watches me drag my shirt up slowly and pull it over my head.
“Black is my favorite color,” he groans as his fingers close over my nipple and pinch me right through the satin. “Next time, you should go braless, so I can see these poke through your shirt. I love how tight they get.” He rolls the tight peak between his two fingers, tuning me up with need. “They make me so thirsty.”
My bra is shrugged down roughly and the flutters rush in. I’m already soaked through. His nostrils flare, taking me in, looking until my skin is about to burst in flames. His head finally drops, mouth latching right on, and he drinks the pleasurestraight from my body. With every suctioning pull, another wave of tingles spark between my legs. He’s going to need to change before we go out for our date because I’m leaving a wet spot on his lap.
“I need you to take me out, babe.” His panted grunt blows over my pebbled peak, striking me down with more heat. “Need you to wrap your hand around my shaft and nurse the cum from the end of my dick as I nurse on these sweet tits.”
It feels scandalous doing this out in the open like this where anyone could come down and see, but according to Rory, people already know about us. Besides, I’ve always been one for a scandal. Drama has chased me down my entire life. Let it find me out here jerking my stepbrother off.
“Fuck,” he groans as I reach through the open zipper of his pants and give him a squeeze. He really is impressive. Both in size and girth. I wonder what it’s going to feel like when we have sex. That is, if he ever fucks me. For some reason he wants to abstain for now. I’m not exactly sure why, but it’s also kind of nice knowing that his main goal isn’t to get between my legs. “Your touch drives me crazy, Wyn. Damn, I’m not going to last.”
I squeeze him tighter. Stroke him faster, and he suctions down, drawing me right to the edge. His thigh gives me some friction, but it’s not enough.
“Vale!” I nearly shout as his fingers slip down the front of my leggings. He presses down on my clit, giving me exactly what I need. His mouth never unlatching from my breast as he works me over. I’m going to come. I can feel it tightening.
