Rourke
AFTER MY TALK WITH my father, I was still feeling riled up over the incident with Six and in no mood for sleep.
Deciding I needed to cool myself down, I stripped off and went for a swim. Forty lengths of the pool usually helped ebb the tension in my body. But not tonight. Not with the image of Six’s face weighing heavily on my conscience.
Fuck, why did I even care?
She wasn’t my problem and I sure as shit didn’t need another girl to take care of. Especially since I’d done such a piss poor job protecting Millie from the monster in our home. Josh Trident’s face entered my mind and I balked.
“Fuck!”
Refusing to drive myself crazy by thinking about that piece of shit, I shook my head and climbed out of the pool, deciding to hunt down the other girl in my life right now as a distraction.
A weird feeling came over me when I reached her bedroom door, one I wasn’t familiar with, and I quickly shook it off before knocking on her door.
Nothing.
She must have had her television on because I could hear the low hum coming from behind her door.
I knocked again; harder this time.
Again, nothing.
Feeling unreasonably annoyed at the prospect of being ignored, I tried the handle.
It was locked.
“Six?” Banging the palm of my hand against the door once more, I pressed my ear to the door. “Open up.”
A minute or so later, the door jerked inwards.
Holding onto the front of the towel she had wrapped around her otherwise naked body, Six angled herself so her lower half was hidden behind the doorframe.
“What?” she asked, cheeks flushed, as she looked up at me with a hardened expression.
“You never thanked me for dinner.” It was possibly the lamest thing I could have said, but my words weren’t coming to me. I’d been struck fucking dumb by the sight of my stepsister in a towel. Clenching my eyes shut, I shook my head and tried again. “The chicken nuggets?” Oh, much better, dipshit… “Did you enjoy them?”
“Are you on medication?” Her grey eyes bugged in her head as she gaped up at me. “We just had a fight earlier and now you’re asking if I enjoyed dinner?”
Yeah, I had no answer for her.
She was right; I probably needed some medication, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
Instead, I folded my arms across my chest and met her indignant glare with one of my own. “It’s customary to thank someone when they buy you dinner, Six.”
She cocked a brow. “Fine. Thank you for buying me dinner, Rourke.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Uh-huh. Okay By-bye now.”
“Wait,” I called out, blocking her from closing the door.
Why the fuck did I block her from closing the door?
She looked up at me impatiently. “Yes?”
“Are you working tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“That’s right, Rourke. Yes.”
“What time?”
“Omigod, will you just go away!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m busy, okay?”
“What exactly are you doing in there?”
Six flushed bright red. “Nothing.”
“Then why are you blushing?”
“I’m not blushing!” she denied quickly – too quickly. Her voice was an octave higher, too, and her pulse? It was fluttering in her neck.
“Liar,” I taunted, leaning a hip against the door frame. “Tell me.”
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” Six shot back, growing more flustered by the second. “We hate each other, remember? We don’t do civilized conversation.”
I grinned. I’d seen that expression before. It was the one girls usually wore when I was balls deep inside them. “You’re fucking yourself.”
“What?” she half-screamed, half choked out. “I am not!”
My grin widened.
She so was.
Unable to stop myself, I slipped through the crack in the door and walked straight over to her bed; ignoring her protests along the way.
“No, Rourke! Get out of here… Please. Get the hell out…”
My eyes locked on her purple pal still vibrating around on her unmade bed and I threw my head back and laughed. “I knew it!”
Reaching down, I grabbed the vibrator off the mattress and clicked the button. Immediately, the rubber dick starting spazzing out of control, the head jolting back and forth rampantly.
“Fuck me, Six. I heard a humming sound, but I thought you were watching TV or drying your hair–”
“Give me that,” Six hissed. Grabbing the vibrator out of my hand, she switched it off and stomped over to her nightstand before shoving it inside the top drawer.
“Is this what you stole my condoms for?” I teased, laughing my ass off. “Because I think you’re safe.”
“Get out of my room,” she screamed, red faced, as she stalked towards me, still clutching that tiny fucking towel. “Now, Rourke.”
“Or what? You’ll set your dick on me? I need to know, Six; who do you visualize when you’re plunging that thing inside your pussy?”
“It’s not funny,” she screamed, punching my chest with her tiny fist. “Stop laughing at me, you bastard.”
Maybe it wasn’t, but I couldn’t stop laughing. “Come on, Six, you can tell me.”
She opened her mouth to say something and then quickly closed it.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m gonna presume it’s me,” I teased.
Her face turned purple.
“Is it me, Six?” I purred. “Do you fuck yourself with the rubber dick and pretend it’s me?”
“I hate you, Rourke Owens,” she choked out, hiccupping. “You’re a piece of shit.”
My laugher faded fast the moment I saw tears appear in her eyes.
Shit.
“What is this?” I gaped at her. “Are you seriously crying over this?”
Was she cracking already?
Over a rubber dick?
Hell…
“There’s no need to be so damn sensitive.” I scratched my head, feeling at a loss. “I think it’s hot.” I didn’t just think it; it was hot. The thought of Six working herself over with that vibrating dick made my own spring to life in my shorts. “I fuck myself too. Daily. It’s natural. No need to cry about it. Hell, if they sold vibrating hands, I’m pretty sure I’d use that, too –”
“I’m crying because I’m frustrated, Rourke,” she shot back angrily, interrupting my attempt to console her. “Because you are driving me crazy.” Her towel slipped then, revealing one of her overly generous sized breasts. “And I don’t know how to deal with you!”
Fuck me.
“You blow hot and cold,” she continued to rant. “One minute, you’re treating me like I’m the shit beneath your shoes and the next, you’re making me breakfast! I don’t know where I stand with you at any given time and it’s driving me insane.”
Fucking hell.
Nipple. I could see her nipple. It was calling out to me.
Immediately, I was hard as a fucking rock.
“So, yes, Rourke,” she hissed out. “You frustrate me. Okay?”
“Christ, Six,” I groaned when she didn’t move to cover herself up. “Are you trying to kill me?”
She gaped at me. “What are you talking about?”
Unable to stop myself, I reached out and cupped her breast. “If you don’t cover it up, I’m gonna assume you want me to put it in my mouth,” I growled, voice thick and gruff. Her breast was full and heavy and felt fucking perfect in my hand. “Which in my frame of mind, knowing you’ve just been fucking a rubber dick, I’m about two seconds away from doing.”
This was a bad fucking idea.
My heart was hammering in my chest.
My brain was telling me this was fucking wrong, and my body was roaring don’t fucking stop.
I wanted her.
There, I finally admitted it to myself.
I wanted Mercedes Owens more than I’d wanted my next breath and it wasn’t a spur of the moment thing either. I wanted my stepsister from the moment I walked into that church and laid eyes on her. It was wrong and all fucked up, but there it was. I didn’t want to want her. I didn’t fucking want to like her, period. But she got under my skin.
From the moment I saw her, standing next to her mother in that pretty red dress and sulky as fuck expression, I knew she was going to cause me problems…
“Rourke,” she whispered, swaying a little, as I circled her nipple with my thumb. Immediately, her nipple hardened in my hand.
Fuck.
She actually wanted this.
Eyes rolling back, Six moaned loudly and took a shaky step closer.
To me.
The towel had slipped to her waist now, giving me a perfect view of her full breasts. Christ, I’d never seen real ones this big. The girls I’d been with in the past that had tits as big as Six’s had all been enhanced with a shit ton of silicone.
Losing my fucking mind, I hunched forward and pulled one erect nipple into my mouth as I continued to probe the other with my hand.
“I…omigod!” Six cried out, clutching my shoulders to steady herself.
Unsure of what to do, and knowing I couldn’t stop myself either way, I clamped my hands around that tiny fucking waist of hers and lifted her up, mouth still wrapped around her nipple.
She came willingly, pliantly, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Fucking perfect.
“Get rid of it,” I instructed, voice gruff, still suckling on her nipple. Immediately, Six dragged the towel away from her body and tossed it on the floor.
“Fuck me.” Pulling back, I dragged my teeth over my bottom lip as my eyes roamed over her naked body.
She was perfect.
Her body.
Her breasts.
Goddammit, she was curved to perfection.
“What do you want, Six?” She needed to make a decision. She needed to initiate this. I wasn’t taking her without her full consent. She needed to prove to me this was what she wanted. This wouldn’t happen until I got that guarantee.
“You,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck. The only thing separating her naked body from mine were my shorts. “I want you, Rourke.”
Goddamn…
“Are you sure?” I pressed a kiss to her collarbone, moving my hand lower to feel that fucking peachy ass of hers. “One hundred percent?”
“Uh-huh. I want you to finish what I started,” she whispered, grinding her body against mine. “Make me come, Rourke.”
Fuck me...
Lowering my mouth to hers, I kissed her hungrily, fucking frantically, as I walked us blindly in the direction of her bed. She tasted amazing, felt like fucking heaven wrapped around me.
My shins hit the bed first, causing me to fall heavily down on her. Six didn’t seem to care though. In fact, she moaned loudly, and pulled me down harder on her, fingers knotted in my t-shirt. She whimpered into my mouth, grinding her pussy against me, making me fucking weak with need.
That was it.
I was going to have this girl.
There was no other way around it.
I needed to fuck Six right out of my system.
I slipped my hand between her legs and moaned into her mouth when I felt how wet she was.
Sliding one finger inside her tight pussy, I rubbed her slowly.
Christ, she was seriously tight –tighter than any girl I’d been with before.
She cried out in pleasure when I stroked her, thrashing herself against me.
I brushed my lips against hers and whispered, “More?”
Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders, her nails digging into my back, as she writhed beneath me. “More,” she breathed, nodding. “Definitely more.”
Reclaiming her lips with mine, I slid another finger inside her, exhaling a ragged breath when her pussy clamped down hard. I was painfully hard now; my dick straining to replace my fingers.
Moving faster now, I plunged my fingers into her tight little pussy and reveled in the way she bucked wildly beneath me.
Unable to hold back a second more, I pulled out of her and dropped my hands to the waistband of my shorts, allowing my erection to spring free.
It was at that exact moment she decided to freeze up on me. “Wait.”
Wait? I bit back a groan. “What’s wrong?” The crown of my cock was pressed to the entrance of her pussy and it was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to bury myself inside her. I knew she’d feel fucking amazing. The preview my fingers had received just now guaranteed it.
“Tell me you love me.”
I froze.
What.
The.
Fuck.
“You don’t have to mean it,” she added, voice soft and barely more than a whisper. “In fact, I know you don’t. That’s okay. I just want to hear it.”
“Are you serious?” I ran a hand through my hair and bit back the urge to roar. I never told anyone I loved them. Fucking no one. I’d spoken those words to a grand total of two women in my lifetime. The first one, my mother, shortly before she died. The second, Britt, shortly before she fucked me over. I shook my head. “No.”
“Please,” she whispered, looking up at my face with those smoky, grey eyes. “Just lie, Rourke. Just lie to me.” Her hands were on my waist, pulling me down on her fucking amazing body. “I won’t mind. I promise.”
“I can’t,” I squeezed out, voice strained from the sheer amount of concentration it was taking to not plunge my dick inside this girl and fuck her brains out.
I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I couldn’t. I didn’t love Six and I wasn’t taking her under false pretenses. I wasn’t a fucking predator. If she wanted me for the night, I was hers, but that was it.
“If you want my dick, it’s yours,” I told her. “But it will be sex, not love.”
Shaking her head, she scrambled out from underneath me. “You hypocritical asshole!”
No.
No.
No.
Fucking no…
Tucking her hair behind her ears, Six pulled her duvet across her body, hiding herself from me. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.” She laughed harshly. “You don’t even like me.”
“Don’t like you?” Standing up, I put my dick back in my pants and readjusted my erection. “Does this look like I don’t like you?” I was harder than I’d ever been in my goddamn life.
“Your dick likes me, Rourke,” she shot back flatly. “But you’ve made it pretty clear that the rest of you hates me.” She touched her cheeks with her hands and groaned loudly. “I’m such a fool.”
“Is this because I won’t tell you I love you?” I shot back, confused as hell. “Because I won’t lie about shit like that, Six. I don’t love you.”
“Good,” she shot back quickly. “Because I don’t love you either. Do you hear me? I don’t love you either, dammit!”
“Good,” I growled. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“Me too.”
I stood staring at her for the longest moment before throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. “You know what? Fuck this.”
“See!” she hissed. “You can’t even be nice to me for one minute.”
“Because I don’t know how to handle you,” I roared. “Because I don’t know how to deal with the way you make me feel!”
“Mad, Rourke. I make you feel mad,” Six replied, tone shaken. “And you make me feel crazy. So I think it’s best if you leave and we both forget this ever happened.”
“That’s what you want?” I stared hard at her. “You want me to walk out of here and pretend this…” I gestured between us. “Never happened?”
Wide eyed, Six stared at me for the longest moment before whispering, “yes.”