“So what do you guys normally do on the weekends?” I asked when I emerged from the bedroom, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I was wearing my jean shorts again with an orange fitted tank top that I tucked in at the waist. It was simple, but functional. Living in a car meant that I only had the bare minimum of clothing, so I made do with what I had.

“Depends,” Abbot said, holding the remote in his hand and flicking through channels while he lounged on the sofa.

“On?” I asked, feeling a little uneasy with the tightness in his jaw as he focused on the TV. If the sound travelled both ways, he’d have heard everything that went on with Kristian and me just now. I imagined that after the conversation he and Kristian had had about cutting me loose, he was supremely pissed.

Kristian lifted his head from the newspaper he was reading and looked at me in that way new lovers do. “On whether we have family shit to do, or if we’re on our own.”

“You guys seem pretty tight-knit,” I ventured, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. I took a bite.

“You’d think. Especially since outsiders cause problems. Right, Kris?” Abbot looked at his brother who just kept reading the paper. Then he sighed and shut off the TV before standing up. “I’m going to Jazz’s for a while. Have fun fucking.” Jesus. Bitter much? He scooped up his keys and headed for the front door, pausing before he walked through. “For the record, brother, I think you’re making a huge mistake.”

The mistake being me. Well, that really killed my after-sex buzz. I hid my expression by taking another bite of my apple.

Kristian responded by saluting him half-heartedly. “And I think you’re being a prick.”

Abbot scoffed then left. When I heard his 4x4 fire up, I turned my attention to Kristian. “Still want me to stay?” I asked, leaning my butt against the bench.

Kristian looked at me and nodded slowly, smiling as his eyes did a little undressing. “He can stay somewhere else if he has a problem with it. Come here.” He sat back in his chair, legs wide. I approached him slowly, seductively, curiously. I enjoyed the way his eyes felt on me, but it didn’t escape me that I was now the cause of a disagreement with his twin. That was a pretty big deal and put me in an incredibly precarious position. Blood was thicker than water, after all.

“Closer,” he urged when I stopped in front of him.

I smiled and shifted forward. “This close enough?” I stood in the space between his legs.

“That’s perfect,” he said as he placed his hands on my hips and wasted no time pulling my top from my shorts.

“I just put that on, you know.”

“You want me to stop?” He paused, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin as he waited for me to respond, teasing.

I shook my head and held his eyes. “Not for a second.”

“Then I want you naked on this table with your legs spread.” He unbuttoned my shorts while I pulled my top over my head and dropped it on the floor. With a tug, my shorts fell to my feet. He released this little rumble of appreciation as he took in the lacy underwear and bra, the only decent set I owned, but I was glad I’d kept them. The look in his eyes was enough to have warranted making the space for them in my pack.

Grabbing my hips, he spun me around, his hands moving over my thighs and the curve of my arse before pressing on my skin and sliding up my back. He unhooked my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. Then he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and…tore.

“No!” I gasped as they fell to the floor. “They were my nicest pair.”

He stood up behind me, his erection pressing through his shorts and into my back as he slid his arms around my waist and palmed my breasts with one hand, pulling my head back with the other. “I’ll buy you five new pairs,” he growled. “Or, better yet, quit wearing them altogether.” Then his lips crashed into mine. The taste of him flooded my senses, causing my clit to cry out for attention. I whimpered, twisting myself in his arms and practically climbed up his body. I needed to be closer.

With his hands going to my arse, he lifted me then placed me on the table, the cool of the wood shocking against the heat of my skin. But I didn’t care. I was lost in that mouth of his as it demanded more from me. “Fuck me, Kristian. Please,” I begged, my insides aching for him still. How is it that my enemy is the best lover I’ve ever had?

“Not yet,” he gasped, dragging his lips past my jaw and down my neck, sucking on my breasts as his hands roamed all over my skin. I could barely stand it.

“Please.”

Still fully clothed, he pressed his erection between my parted thighs. “So impatient,” he whispered. “Don’t be in such a rush this time.”

“But I really want to come.”

He chuckled. “I love that you’re so greedy. Incidentally, that’s exactly how I plan to spend my weekend—making you come.”

Oh my Lord! Did I just hear that right? What kind of a man is this?

He positioned me so my feet were on the edge of the table then withdrew from my body. I whimpered from the loss of his mouth, his touch, his heat. But then he pulled the chair closer and took a seat, his face right between my legs.

“This is what I wanted to do to you when you were standing there in those bikini bottoms cooking dinner for me last night.” He ran his hand down my mound, teasing either side of my lips.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked, my voice husky as I quivered with desire.

He chuckled. “Because we had an audience.”

“They probably would have liked the show.”

“Hmm.” He slipped one long finger into my depths and we both moaned at the same time. “But I don’t share these things. Some things have to be mine and mine alone.”

I didn’t even get the chance to process what that meant before his mouth clamped down on my pussy, tongue swirling around my clit as his fingers moved inside. I made some very unladylike noises as my fingers went into his hair and my thighs clamped around his head, my hips moving, fucking his face.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shiiiiit!” My orgasm built and hit so fast that it shocked me as my back arched off the table. Kristian had some sort of magic touch—or tongue—that pressed my buttons in exactly the right way. I had never come like that before. I wanted to worship that huge cock of his to express my gratitude.

Slowing the movement of his tongue and fingers, he brought me back to earth, and I released the hold I had on his hair. He stood and wiped his mouth, grinning down at me. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”

My breasts tingled and my insides ached as I watched him pull that shirt off his perfect chest and drop his shorts, a condom seeming to appear between his fingers. “Do it. Do it now.”

“I love how you’re not even bothered by my size,” he said, stroking his cock with his hand as he tore the condom wrapper with his teeth.

I sat up a little, licking my lips at the sight of his enormous dick. “I’m not complaining. Giant cocks are hard to come by, you know,” I said, causing him to laugh as he sheathed his length and positioned himself at my entrance.

“I normally need to be careful.”

Reaching forward, I ran my fingers down his ridiculously muscular chest. He shivered and let out a moan. “Not with me. I can take it. I can take it all.”

With his eyes locked on mine, he pushed in, causing me to gasp as I stretched to accommodate his girth. It burned a little, but in the best kind of way.

“God, you feel good,” he said once he was fully seated.

“So do you. I feel so…full.”

“Hmmm.” He placed a hand at the base of my neck then trailed his fingertips down the centre of my torso, all the way to my stomach then lower until he was tracing circles around my clit. “Think you can come again?”

I nodded, my body feeling alive and on fire in the most delicious of ways.

He pushed a little deeper before dragging himself back, excruciatingly slow, millimetre by millimetre, his eyes never leaving mine while his fingers continued to tease. Then he pushed back in with one fluid motion, grinding his pelvis against mine and making everything inside me say, “Ohhh.” I had never felt so entirely full like I did with him. Every sexual interaction I’d had before this day had always been laced with this longing for more, an aching emptiness that was never filled. Until now. I didn’t think it was possible to quench that need, yet here I was, full. I didn’t know if I could ever get enough.

Every fibre in my body shuddered as he moved. Back and forth, long languid strokes as he circled my clit, around and around, applying the perfect amount of pressure until he had me screaming.

“Holy shit!”

He groaned as I came around him, my insides tightened against his shaft. Then he placed a hand on the table, the other hooking my leg over his shoulder as he picked up the pace, fingers gripping my hip as we collided, again and again and again. I couldn’t come down, I just continued riding the high and howling with ecstasy.

“Kris-tian,” I moaned, unable to say more than one syllable in a breath.

“You feel too good. Just a little longer. A little longer.” Each word was a breath as he thrust and thrust. I thought I might die if I didn’t come again soon, the pressure in my core so great that I thought I might literally explode.

“Oh God!”

He clenched his teeth as he buried himself deep. “Fuck!” He shuddered and I screamed, my entire body tightening and shaking. It was world-altering stuff.

I’m liquid. I’ve come so hard that I’m a puddle of liquid that can’t even speak.

Kristian’s hand pushed my curls away from my face. “You OK?” he asked, out of breath but smiling.

Smiling was pretty much all I could do. It felt ridiculous, but I literally had no ability to react in any other way.

He laughed then gathered me up in his arms, pulling out of me before carrying me into the bedroom and placing me on the bed. “I think I broke you,” he said as I relaxed against the pillows. This was the kind of sex I’d only ever heard about, spoken of like it was some kind of mythical moment we mortals may never be lucky enough to experience, but here it was. The type of sex you always wished you were having. No wonder I’d never felt sated. Kristian was a god.

I reached up and touched the side of his face, which was strange, because twenty-four hours ago I was sure I hated this face. Him. But not now. Now I just wanted it between my legs. “Give me twenty minutes’ rest, and I’ll be good to go again,” I mumbled.

He grinned and leaned down, kissing me as he inhaled deeply. “I’m going to enjoy not hating you, doll.”

I smiled. “Yeah. Me too.”