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“Does it make us dirty?” I asked softly as Sterling got into the bed next to me.
“Does what make us dirty?” He asked, groaning when his back finally found purchase on the bed.
It was a nice bed.
I’d gotten a little help from Sterling’s hefty bank account to furnish the house.
I’d gotten a new fridge, washer and dryer, dishwasher and bed.
The rest was thrift store finest, but it would do for now.
I knew he’d want a nice bed, and I wanted to make sure that he had it.
I wanted him to have everything that he ever wanted.
“That we’re step brother and step sister,” I whispered, rolling over until I could look into his tired face.
He was tanner than when he’d left.
And he had a new scar on his hand that I’d never seen before…one that I assumed was the reason for his fever.
I didn’t bother to ask how he’d gotten such an ugly scar.
The less I knew, the better.
His eyes opened when I said ‘step sister.’
“It’s not dirty since we didn’t even know our parents were married. It’d only be dirty if we’d known each other since we were five and used to take baths together,” he answered sincerely.
I grinned.
“I don’t know,” I said, letting my hands roam up his sides as I sat up and straddled his hips.
His cock instantly started to harden as he took me in, looking me up and down.
I was wearing one of his t-shirts, a black one with the Punisher Skull on it.
My ass was bare, seeing as he seemed to make my panties disintegrate, and since I was somewhat fond of my panties, I decided to circumvent the inevitable and just gone without.
My breasts were free under my shirt, not just because Sterling was just as rough with my bras as he was with my panties, but because bras were just plain uncomfortable all the way around.
His hands went up to my hips, holding me tightly as he ground his erection up into me.
“I missed you,” I said softly, looking down into his eyes.
He’d shaved his beard to a more manageable length than what he’d come home with, and I found that I missed the scruffiness.
Although I liked him clean cut, too, I also liked him a little bit wild.
“I missed you too. Scared shitless about what I’d come home to, but I knew that my brothers would take care of you,” he murmured, running his hand up over the flat expanse of my belly, to come to a rest in between my breasts.
“What did Silas have to say?” I asked.
Silas had followed us home, and had spoken to Sterling while I’d taken a quick shower and started dinner.
I’d nearly finished with it by the time he’d shown, freshly showered and ready to eat.
“Just explaining a little more on John,” he answered evasively.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What about him?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“Well,” he hesitated.
I glared. “Tell me.”
“Not really much to tell. He wanted you back in prison, and he was hoping that by making you ‘break the law’ he’d get you back there. Except he didn’t really count on us. He thought that by you getting in trouble with the law, it’d break your parole agreement,” he said finally. “The more stuff you got away with, the uglier he got until he was more desperate than not. Cutting your brakes,” his voice broke. “That was a spur of the moment thing. After all his other attempts at getting people to manipulate you, he took it into his own hands and finally took care of matters himself.”
I closed my eyes, and suddenly I wasn’t feeling anything but sorrow.
It really was my fault.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as tears started to brim at the lids of my eyes. “I never would’ve thought he’d go that far. He was always so laid back. He was there in the courtroom when I was being sentenced. He didn’t even look upset.”
I felt lower than low.
But Sterling’s hands on my face jolted me out of my misery as he took my face in his hands and shook me slightly.
“Stop it,” he demanded. “Stop it now.”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked, tears starting to slip over.
“You need to get your mind off of whatever happened. I hate to say it…” he started. “But I’m glad it wasn’t you. It makes me a terrible person…but I’m fucking glad it wasn’t you.”
I face planted into his chest, and I cried.
For the loss we’d suffered.
The injustice of it all.
For everything.
My life had been absolute shit.
Wasn’t it fucking time that something went right?
Didn’t I deserve it?
Didn’t we deserve it?
“I’m so fucking over this life, Sterling,” I said into his chest.
“You’re not done with it until I say you’re done with it,” he growled, rolling over with me until I was underneath him.
My hips were cradling his thighs, and he was looking down at me with such ferocity that I couldn’t breathe.
“Okay,” I said breathlessly.
“You’re mine and I’m yours. We’ll make our lives good together. We’ll have babies. We’ll buy a house. We’ll grow old together until we can’t see the other’s faults. We’ll be together forever. And then, when we’re done on this earth, we’ll leave it together, because I deserve happy, and so do you. We’re fucking due, and I fucking love you,” he growled, looking so serious that I couldn’t help but think that it might actually happen.
With Sterling’s determination, and my belief in him, I knew we could make great things.
“I’m scared to have babies,” I whispered.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips, so whisper soft that I barely felt it before he pulled back.
“You’ll have my babies,” he growled.
I laughed at his high handedness.
“Says who?” I asked.
He grinned and maneuvered his body, surprising me when I felt his naked cock pressed against my bare vagina.
Then, with little to do, he slid inside me to the hilt, and I remembered why I would have his babies.
Because he had the most perfect cock in the freakin’ world, that’s why!
I groaned and lifted my hips, pressing my heels into the bed to allow me the extra range of motion that would allow him to reach deeper inside of me.
He didn’t like me having so much control, though, which was why he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started to shuttle inside of me.
“Missed you,” he breathed against my lips.
“Missed you more,” I replied back.
Thrust.
Retreat.
Thrust.
Retreat.
“Love you,” I breathed.
He growled.
He bucked when I said those words, and suddenly we were both coming.
Weeks-months- of no sex had both of us barreling toward explosive orgasms that left us breathless.
“Jesus,” Sterling groaned as he spurted deep inside of me.
“Yes!” I agreed.
“Take me. All of me,” he ordered.
Always so high handed!
“Yes, sir,” I acquiesced.
He laughed into my mouth as our breathing returned to normal, our orgasms so sweet that I was smiling.
“What’s with that smile,” he asked. “You look evil.”
I snorted and he pulled back, his cock slipping from me and leaving me bereft.
“If I was evil, I would say how amazing it felt to have sex with my stepbrother,” I teased.
He laughed.
Full, belly roaring, laughed.
“Don’t say that anymore,” he said. “Not in public, anyway.”
“You know you like it,” I whispered, eyes getting heavy.
“Yeah, see how much you like it when our friends hear that shit!” He challenge as he started toward the bathroom.
I snorted.
“How do you like the new house?” I asked, the question that’d been on my mind since we’d gotten home and he’d gone to talk with Silas.
“Like it,” he said. “But we’ll need to go to look at houses soon. It’s not big enough.”
My brows furrowed.
It was two bedrooms with an office.
Why would he need something bigger?
“What? Sterling,” I said, getting out of bed and following him into the bathroom. “It’s two bedrooms with an office. What’s the reason for more room?”
“I have plans for babies to fill up those rooms…” he said as he bent over to wash his face.
I admired his bare ass and the way the muscles bunched and unclenched.
My mouth watered, and I turned on the shower so I wouldn’t jump his bones again.
He had to be tired, and I didn’t want to wear him out too much on his first night home.
I’d have to work him back into shape before I expected much more from him.
“Well, then we’ll start looking, but it’s kind of hard to do anything without you here. I have no credit to speak of, and you disappear at the drop of a hat. We’ll need to find someone willing to work with us,” I said as I stepped into the shower.
Water started to pour down over my hair, wetting it down until it was slicked back all the way.
Once I was done, I opened my eyes, then screamed to find Sterling standing directly in front of me.
“Shit!” I gasped, hand going over my heart as it galloped away in my chest.
“You’re being exceptionally good natured about my job. Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asked.
I nodded. “It’s your job. Your passion. What else would I be but accepting? I love you. That means you. All of you. Your job. Your stupid quirks about not leaving the towels on the towel bar. You not picking up your things. Everything about you, I love. Even your job.”
“So you’ll be okay if I leave every couple of months for a job without any notice? You’ll get home one day from work and I’ll just be gone?” He pushed.
I nodded again.
I mean, it would suck balls, but I’d get over it.
As long as it made Sterling happy, I was there for him.
Through thick and thin.
He was it for me.
“Yeah, I’ll be able to handle it.”
He moved forward quickly and gathered me into his arms.
My back met the cool tile of the shower and I gasped.
“Sterling,” I squawked, arching forward.
He laughed, then slammed his mouth down on mine.
“Good.”
“Well, now that I know you’re in a good mood…we need to talk about your mother,” I said, touching on the subject that I knew had been bothering him since we’d gotten home.
He sighed and dropped his forehead down on mine.
“What about her?” He whined.
“You need to talk to her.”
“I don’t want to talk to her,” he said.
I sighed.
“You need to. At least to find out why she did what she did. There may be more to the story…plus, you need to find out about those letters,” I said carefully. “Find out what happened. Because if she tried to touch base with you, you have something going on that has nothing to do with her.”
He stiffened, then his eyes were on mine.
“You think someone took the letters?” He asked slowly.
I shrugged. “Why else wouldn’t they have gotten to you?”
His jaw clenched.
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit.”