I’ve never felt so good in my life.

Mystery Guy moves up and positions himself over me. He stares down at me with those intense eyes, and his jaw is so tight I can see the muscles bunching. This is hard for him. He’s ready. I’m ready.

“I’m ready,” I whisper.

He nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

I swallow as he positions his cock between my legs. When it presses to my opening, I arch and gasp. Wow, he’s big. I close my eyes as he gently pushes the tip in. His hands frame my face and his forehead is now pressed to mine. I know it’s taking all his power and strength to go slow. He inches in a little more and I gasp as a burning pain radiates through my lower belly.

“You okay?” he rasps.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He nods against me and pushes in a little more. I cry out this time and my hands shoot up to clutch his bulging arms. The muscles flex beneath my fingers. It hurts. I won’t sugarcoat it. I didn’t expect it to be rapturous pleasure, but god, I didn’t expect it to hurt so much either. He’s gentle, though, slowly pushing inside me, easing me into every inch.

“Fuck, you’re so damned sweet,” he growls. “Are you hurting, baby?”

Baby.

God.

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“Y-y-y-yes, but don’t stop.”

“Nearly there, darlin’.”

He inches in some more and I clench my eyes shut. I hold my breath as he sheaths himself fully. He stays still for a long moment, letting me adjust to the burning sensation now consuming my entire lower belly. I know how hard this must be for him, so after a moment, I whisper, “Move . . . you can move.”

He exhales loudly and slowly pulls out, pushing back in a little quicker this time. I close my eyes and keep my jaw tensed as gradually he picks up speed. He doesn’t go fast—he just keeps a steady rhythm as he rocks inside me. The pain subsides after a moment, and shimmers of pleasure peek through the surface. It’s not enough to make me orgasm, but I don’t mind. Having him over me, inside me . . . it’s fucking beautiful.

He kisses me softly as his body rocks inside me and my entire body arches, just wanting more. I want more of his hands. His mouth. His body. Hell, just him. His breathing quickens and ragged rasps escape his lips as he moves inside of me. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

My whole body spasms with those words and I moan as I cling to him.

“Jesus,” he bellows, and he stills inside me. His body shudders as he releases his pleasure, and mine begins to tingle with awareness. I made him feel that good? It might not have been that pleasurable for me, but to see how good it made him feel does something to me. It makes me feel warm inside, tingly even.

I can only imagine how amazing it’s going to feel when it doesn’t hurt.

~*~*~*~

NOW

“Oh my god,” Melanie cries. “I love this song.”

We’re at Bryce’s party and we’ve both had one too many beers. We’re out on the front lawn, dancing to a song that’s pounding out of the speakers. There are only about twelve of us, and everyone is watching Melanie and I with amusement. We’re the only ones with enough balls to get up and dance.

After a few minutes, Bryce decides to grow a pair and he gets up, joining me. We laugh and wiggle, but when his hands find my hips, things quickly go from fun to serious. I bite my lower lip and swallow, turning to face him. He’s looking down at me with a hungry expression. Okay, well, it’s safe to say Bryce likes me. No matter. I think he’s pretty cool himself.

“I didn’t know you danced.” I grin, letting him work our hips to the music.

“I’ve been known to bust a move here and there.”

I laugh softly and put my arms up around his waist. Alcohol swims through my body and I close my eyes, laughing loudly as Bryce swings us about. It’s times like these, when I’m free, that some of the pain in my heart leaves. I believe that maybe, just maybe, I might have the chance to live a normal life.

“Come to my room,” Bryce whispers into my ear.

Oh boy.

“Bryce . . .” I say.

He cups my jaw, moving our hips together. “I like you; it’s one summer. What can it hurt?”

I stare at up at him. Sure, Bryce would probably be fantastic in bed, but I didn’t come here to be a summer slut. I came here to have fun with my best friend, and apparently to get to know my step-brothers. “Look, you’re great . . . but I barely know you.”

His eyes soften, which isn’t what I expected. “You’re right. At least let me kiss you. I’ve been wanting to all night.”

I smile and nod. He leans down and brushes his lips across mine. Melanie cheers and claps her hands, and I can’t help but smile against Bryce’s lips. Our kiss deepens, and his hands start wandering south of my hips when he’s suddenly pulled off. I catch a glimpse of Blade, before I’m being spun around and marched in the opposite direction.

“Hey!” I cry, pulling out of the hands that are holding my shoulders.

I spin to see Blade behind me, his face an angry mask. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You’re drunk; he’s tryin’ to fuck you. We’re going home.”

“Since when did you become my father?”

He flinches, but leans down close. “I’m not your father, sweetheart, I’m your fucking brother.”

I shove him so hard he takes a step back. “You’re a fucking pig, do you know that?”




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