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Our loud moans are concealed by the loud music blaring on the loudspeakers above us, a song I recognize, and oddly fitting, playing in sync with our movements.Ride For Me.
“I’m so close,” I moan into his mouth, while his fingers leave my hips and reach down between us, rubbing against my clit. I throw my head back in ecstasy, moving faster against him.
He reaches his free hand around my neck and pulls me forward, his lips a mere centimeter from mine. “Come for me.”
Fireworks erupt all around us, lighting up the night sky in a shower of color. Pinks, golds, greens, and blues, lights firing off with no intention of ever stopping. The sounds of the fireworks silence my moans, and I fight to fall back, reveling in the euphoria I feel, but in an instant, he reaches out for my face and keeps me in place, staring into his eyes as he kisses me once again.
“Fuck,” he groans, shooting his cum inside of me as intensely as my orgasm just was. We kiss for what feels like hours riding each other until we’re breathless and I fall forward, unable to sit up straight. Famished, exhausted, so fucking happy.
Deliriously happy.
Dangerously confused.
ChapterTwenty-Two
PHOENIX
Silence passes between us, the noise around us drowning out our breathing as we sit here, me still on his lap, his dick still inside of me, and our foreheads pressed together, eyes closed tight, and heartbeats mimicking each other’s rhythm, a sweet song only the two of us can understand. Physically together, yet our minds have wandered off to another world where what just happened between us, doesn’t have any repercussions.
I fucked Maverick Carter. No scratch that, I rode my stepbrother’s cock on a Ferris wheel, in the middle of our high school fair, just after fingering myself as he watched. The worst part, I’d do it again, and a million times over.
This undying connection between us is taking over every part of my mind. All I do when I’m not near him is think about him, and when we’re together, I can’t keep my distance.
For weeks I’ve fought it tooth and nail, reminding myself over and over again of how wrong it would be. He’s my stepbrother, it’s not only practically forbidden, but it's morally wrong. We live together, his mother had an affair with my father and married him. His mother ruined my family, ruined my life, and yet here I cannot fight this magnetic pull, risking ruining everything I have left. The scandal that would ensue if what just happened here between us was ever to see the light of day.
The gossip, the name-calling and slut-shaming that I would undergo if the world, my world, knew I fucked my stepbrother, in public.
Good God Phoenix, what has your life come to.
I shouldn’t care, not after how everyone turned their backs on me, not after my family treated me like everything that happened was my fault.
If anything, I should be proud, doing this despite everyone’s unsolicited opinions. The moment Maverick arrived in my house, I knew he was here with ulterior motives. The rebellious tattooed bad boy who wore all black and bore two daunting blue eyes and a sinfully seductive smile screamed mischief and if his reputation had any validity, he had not only a temper, but an aching fist to go along with it.
The prep school, well more like a reform school, he was previously enrolled at was notorious for housing the troubled children of the most powerful people on the East Coast. And from what I’d read online, it was rumored to be just as bad behind the black iron gates. Cartels and Mafias were rumored to be using the academy as a front, using the students to sell their supply, and from there recruiting their top officers. Grooming the future leaders of the world, one at a time. The Mafia runs Sacred Heart Prep and Maverick was one of the heads behind it all. Or so I’ve heard.
“The ride is about to end, Nyx. We should…”
Before he says it and humiliates me more than I already feel, I hop off him, losing my balance before falling back into his arms. They wrap around me, holding me steady on his lap as he stares attentively at me not giving away any clue what he’s thinking.
Does he feel the same way I do, or is he regretting it all, the way I’m trying so hard not to.
“Please let me go, I need to fix myself before the ride comes to a halt. I really don’t want everyone waiting in line to board the ride, to see me like this.”
Mav nods, letting me off and I quickly stand, adjusting my skirt and pulling it back down over my ass. Running a finger through my hair, I check my reflection on my phone that was on the bench across us and wipe away the mascara running under my eyes. I look like shit, but it will have to do.
“Beautiful.” I hear him whisper behind me. I look up and find his gaze is still fixed on me, watching my every move with an adoration I’ve never seen before. It’s not the same desire I saw in his eyes a moment ago but a stronger, almost violent need. Mav’s also adjusted himself and tucked his cock back into his jeans, zipping them up just before we reach the end of the ride. The same kid who let us on walks over to the cart to open the door and let us out.
The kid's gaze, just like the one of all the others in line behind him, is glued on us, their smirks and snickers confirming they suspect what just happened in that cart. Guess I’m not so good at hiding myjust fuckedlook.
Maverick of course pays them no attention, grabbing my hand and leading me over to the opposite end of the dock where the sweet aroma of something magical hits my nostrils, and once again euphoria overtakes me. Sweet sugar, delectable dough, I am in heaven.
“Thought you might enjoy something sweet after the fuck of your life,” he says reaching over and grabbing my ass.
He smirks playfully, and it irks me. “Maverick what the hell,” I shout, smacking his hand away. Looking around to make sure no one’s heard him, I lean forward and whisper in his ear. “You can’t just say that out loud in front of people. Someone we know may overhear.”
“So?” he asks, amused by my fit. He throws his leather jacket on, his black tee riding up and giving me a glimpse of tanned abs and the black band of Calvin’s that makes my mouth water and my pussy clench.
I swallow hard and clear my throat. “So, no one can know what just happened. Can you imagine if someone found out? Our friends? Brooklyn?” Worry cripples me and a panic attack threatens to creep its way through me at the realization of what we just did. What if someone already saw us? We were on a Ferris wheel for Christ’s sake, hanging above hundreds of people, riding next to at least twenty carts.
