The rest of the family is downstairs with Bruce. I’ll take the odds and place my bet that they’ll leave me alone for the immediate future. Causing a scene in front of a church elder is the last thing they want to do.
I grip Jensen by the back of his head, my hips bucking and rolling over his like my body has known what to do all along. The ache between my thighs is raw and real, painful and pleading.
Jensen tugs at my sweater, pulling it up slowly like he’s giving me a chance to stop him, but I don’t. He lifts it over my head and returns below to work the button on my pants.
With each article of clothing I shed, my liberation comes to life, boiling to my surface at warp speed. I won’t be able to go back after this, but I’m not sure I want to.
His lips leave mine, a coolness overtaking them in his absence. He presses his mouth into the flesh of my neck, tasting, sucking, biting. Pain mixes with pleasure, swirling into liquefied desire.
All of this is physical. I’m not in love with my stepbrother. I don’t expect anything from him after this. It’s just something I need to do for myself.
I’m giving my body to Jensen, but the pleasure is all mine. I own my body, not him, or my father, or anyone else. I own this moment. Me.
I am in control.
Tonight, an angel fell from heaven, but maybe she never belonged there in the first place.
CHAPTER 21
JENSEN
She tastes of innocence and indecency, a sweet poison, and I’m devouring every square inch of her. What began with a kiss on the floor of my room turned into an unstoppable make out session, and now we’re lying naked on my bed.
There’s no lock on my door. Anyone could bust through at any second, but we’re not thinking clearly.
Obviously.
We have no business doing this. We shouldn’t be together. This isn’t a good idea by any stretch of the imagination. This has the potential to get all kinds of complicated, but for now? I’m not sure our bodies would allow us to stop if we wanted to.
I’m hard as fuck, and I’m hard for her.
Waverly’s lying on her back, and I’m watching the rise and fall of her stomach as she tenses and relaxes. Her body responds to my touch like an animal in heat—desperate, longing, craving. She’s insatiable, and she hasn’t even had the pleasure of my cock inside her yet.
I run my hand down her smooth belly, teasing my way to her hips where I trail down her thigh until I reach her knee, guiding it wider until she’s fully exposed. My fingers find her pussy in the dark.
“You’re wet as fuck, Waverly.” I bury my nose in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent and nibbling her tender earlobe as my finger traces the center of her folds. She pulls in a sharp breath as I plunge a single finger inside her. “And tight as hell.”
She nudges her face into mine, silently pleading for my mouth to be on hers, but I don’t deliver. This isn’t love; this is carnal. Her muscles clench against my finger, providing resistance that only serves to intensify her pleasure. I slip a second finger inside, eliciting a low moan from her bitten lips. Faster, harder, deeper. Her hips writhe and buck in response to every sensitive plunge.
“I want you,” she whispers. “I-I want you inside me…”
She’s in control and she calls the shots, but fuck if I wasn’t dying to hear her say those words.
There’s a condom in my wallet on top of my nightstand. I pull it out, tearing the foil packet and slipping it over my swollen cock. It barely contains me, but it’ll do the job. I climb over top of her, pinning her to my mattress with the weight of my body.
“Do you remember what I told you that first week, Waverly?” I whisper.
“You won’t destroy me, Jensen, and I definitely won’t fall in love with you,” she sighs. Her eyes squeeze tight as her legs widen for me. I ready my cock at her tight entrance.
“Once I fuck you,” I say, “there’s no going back. You won’t be able to undo this and you won’t be allowed to blame me. This is all you. I may have kissed you, but the rest was all your doing.”
She grips fistfuls of the quilt that rests beneath us, squirming beneath me as if having to wait is physically painful. Her tongue runs the length of her bottom lip. “What are you waiting for?”
Her body tenses and welcomes me at the same time, my cock sliding into her constricted pussy with natural resistance. God, she’s skintight around me, like her body is latching onto mine and refusing to let go.
Her fingers dig into my back, all ten of them, all at once, and then her nails drag down my flesh.
“Relax,” I breathe.
She winces. I’m bigger than average, and she’s a fucking virgin. It’s got to be painful. I resist the urge to pound the fuck out of her unspoiled pussy and go slow.
“I promise it’ll feel good soon.” I lean down and kiss her lips, not because I’m trying to be romantic, but because I hope it’ll loosen her up, relax her a bit. Her legs fall to the sides, spread wide for me as I circle my hips into hers. Her wetness is saturating, and within a few minutes I’m full on thrusting. I grip the headboard for leverage, plunging myself deep inside her. Soft moans leave her lips, and the faint scent of her innocent arousal fills the air.
I cover her mouth with my hand. “Shh…”
The fact that we could get caught at any moment weighs heavy in the corner of my mind. In a perfect world, Waverly would not be losing her virginity to her stepbrother on a crappy guest bed in her father’s house. Maybe she deserves romance and flowers and true love, but she picked me. I’m what she wanted, so I’m what she gets.
But time is of the essence, and we have to get the show on the road, and I’m not quite in the mood to get caught.
I scoop her ass with my hands, pulling her into me with each hard thrust, going deeper and deeper and watching her round tits bounce.
Her lips part, her face twisting and then relaxing as she fucks me back all on her own.
“Come on my cock, Waverly,” I coax her. My mind blanks and my body numbs. She fights the gasps and moans that so desperately want to escape her pretty, fuckable lips. Pressure builds at the base of my cock, working upwards until I can’t fight it anymore. Her hands slide to my hips, pressing me into her as she comes all over my rock hard cock. Intensity soars through me until I bury my face between her tits and unload inside her.
The moment I’m spent, I collapse on top of her, both of us struggling to catch our breaths. I’m in a daze, but only for a short while.
“You gotta go,” I tell her. “Not trying to be a dick, but people are probably going to be looking for you soon, and the last thing we need is them busting into my room and wondering why the fuck it smells like sex.”
I climb off her, and we throw our clothes on in record time, me wrapping the used condom in a handful of peach Kleenex and burying it in the bottom of my trashcan. I’ll take out the trash first thing in the morning. Her hair is messy, spilling down her shoulders in tangled curls. Sex hair looks good as hell on her.
“You okay?” I ask.
She spins to face me, her lips pull into a Cheshire grin. “What do you think?”
“Did you think when you walked in here tonight, you wouldn’t be walking out a virgin?”
“I didn’t think, Jensen. I knew.”
CHAPTER 22
WAVERLY
I leave Jensen’s room with a delicious soreness between my legs, ripe with satisfaction and void of an ounce of regret. I’m taking back my life and finding my dignity one brave, bold, uncharacteristic decision at a time.
I refuse to be married off or have my body given to a man chosen for me.
I swear my soul glows, radiating clear through to my fingertips—though it could easily be the last remnants of the soul-shattering orgasm working its way out of my system.
Either way, I’m basking in it. I want to remember this feeling the rest of my days.
I tiptoe into my room and peer out the window just in time to see Bruce climbing into his car and pulling away. Perfect timing. I have no idea how long I’ve been up here, but I can’t imagine it’s been more than an hour.