Mercedes
BY THE TIME SUNDAY evening rolled around, I had resigned myself to accept the fact that I was head over heels in love with my stepbrother, and it was all his fault.
Seven weeks.
That was it.
Seven weeks and I was in love?
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with Rourke.
Ocean Bay was a temporary pit stop for me. I was leaving this all behind me. Rourke wasn’t part of the plan. And now, I was gravitating towards him.
Of course, I would never tell him that. No, I would bury my feelings. I was good at that; pretending I was fine when I was far from it. I’d seen enough of my mother’s failed relationships to know that it was a really bad idea to live your life around a man because when he left, and they always left, you would be on your own again.
I was turning into my mother…
“That was Amelia,” Rourke announced, walking into his bedroom with his cell in his hand, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer shorts. “She’s staying at the Kings again tonight,” he added, drawing me back to the present.
“Again?” I asked, looking up from the biology textbook in my lap, eyes immediately honing in on his bare chest, taking in every ridge and groove on his stomach.
Never in my life had I seen anyone so primal. There was something about this boy that called out to the cavewoman inside of me, and I wanted to drag him back to my cave and mount him. Of course, my cave happened to be his bed and I wasn’t nearly brave enough to act out my fantasies. Shaking my head, I wrapped my arms around my knees and fought down the huge swell of lust growing inside me.
Rourke strolled over to the huge flat screen TV mounted on his wall and slid a DVD into the side part before padding back to his side of the bed – he preferred the left, closest to the door and I liked being nearer to the window on the right – and dropping his phone on the nightstand.
“What are you doing?” I asked when Rourke settled down on the mattress and snagged my textbook off the bed before tossing it down on the floor. “Hey – I was reading that!”
“I can promise you one thing,” he purred, leaning in close to my ear. “We sure as hell aren’t spending the night studying.”
“Rourke,” I whispered, biting down on my lip when I felt his teeth graze my collarbone. “We have a test tomorrow.” His body was too close to mine; his fresh, manly smell flooding my senses. It was too much. He was too much.
“I know,” he whispered, running a trail of kisses from my shoulder upwards. Pausing at the point where my shoulder joined my neck, Rourke nipped down hard, and this time I did cry out. Embarrassingly loudly.
“So fucking beautiful,” Rourke whispered gruffly, maneuvering around until he was kneeling between my legs. “You’re perfect, Six.” Leaning back on his heels, he used one large palm to push me onto my back. “Fucking perfect.”
Exhaling a ragged breath, I scooted up and grabbed the hem of his football jersey I was wearing and ripped it over my body before tossing it as far away from us as possible. My skin was on fire and I didn’t want barriers between us. I wanted him. All of him.
Naked and trembling, I reached up and cupped the back of Rourke’s neck before roughly dragging his body down on mine. “If I’m so perfect, take me.” I pressed my lips against his and wrapped my legs around his narrow waist. “Take me, Rourke.” Thrusting myself upwards, I moaned loudly when his erection pressed against my core. The only thing separating our bodies was the fabric of his boxers. “Please?” I begged, needy and full of want. “I’m ready.”
“Christ,” Rourke bit out in a strained tone as he buried his face in my neck and groaned. “Not tonight, baby.”
“Take me!” I repeated, this time a pained demand, as he trailed his lips down my body.
“Six,” he growled in a warning tone, lips hovering over my hipbone.
“You’re saying no again?”
“I’m saying not tonight.” He continued to trail kisses over my skin.
I bucked beneath him, restless and turned on. “Why not, dammit?”
“Because I’m fucking terrified of rushing you.”
“What?” I shook my head and gaped at him. “Rourke, I am naked in your bed, begging you to have sex with me. I think it’s pretty clear you’re not rushing me.”
“I’m not good at this, Six!” he admitted gruffly. “I have a really fucking bad track record and I don’t want to fuck this up with you.” He exhaled a ragged breath against my skin. “You’re…. I’m trying so fucking hard to be your friend.” He kissed my skin before adding, “I’m giving you time.”
“I don’t want time!” I growled, tilting my hips upwards and crying out loudly when his cock pressed harder against my aching pussy. “I want your dick in me right now, Rourke.”
“Christ,” Rourke grunted. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?” His hands dropped to my ass and he dragged my lower body towards his, grinding hard. The friction and sensations that move brought out in my body were entirely too much. “I’m gonna fuck you, Six, and I’m gonna make it real good for you,” he promised, his voice thick and gruff, as he dragged me onto his straining erection. “Just…not tonight.”
Bastard.
“Fine.” Locking my legs around his waist, I flipped myself into a sitting position on Rourke’s lap before wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my mouth down on his.
Tilting my head to one side, I rocked against him, pressing myself against his cock and loving when he growled in my ear. Oh yeah, I was going to make him suffer for making me feel this way, and I had the whole night to do it.