Cry Little Sister (16 page)

“I’m embarrassed. I’m sad. I’m angry. I know you didn’t know, but I wish you
didn’t
know that yet another woman didn’t want me.”

“I want you,” she breathed.

Gareth straddled her, his body not pressing down on hers but his knees brushing her outer thighs. He touched her neck and she shivered. His fingers stroked delicately over her shoulder blades.

“I was angry and it started to come out in my punishment of you. You deserved a punishment for meddling…” He trailed a finger down her spine and Jordan chewed her lip to try and keep still. “But you didn’t deserve my anger. No one topping should ever
ever
punish you when angry. You remember that…” His voice wavered for a moment. “For when you’re not with me.”

Her heart dipped and ached when he said that. It felt as if it had fallen into her stomach like a rock. More embarrassing tears pricked her eyes but she managed to blink them away. What had she expected? A happily ever after for brother and sister? Whether there was blood or not, it was laughable.

Gareth shifted her focus by reaching between her legs and testing her. “My goodness, little sister, you’re wet. What
have
you been doing, Jojo?”

Her face blazed and she said nothing. Silence was her best defense.

He climbed off her and sat by her side, his fingers probed her, spread her outer lips, tickled over her still tender clitoris and Jordan could not suppress the gasp and jump that came with contact.

“Did you get yourself off, bad girl?”

She had no idea what to do. She had no idea what to
say
. So again, Jordan opted for silence, chewing her lip until she was sure it would bleed.

Gareth slid three fingers at once deep inside of her and her cunt grabbed up at his fingers eagerly. “You came didn’t you? Didn’t you?”

He pushed a wet finger into her back hole and she froze. “Tell me, Jojo.”

“Yes. When you were…” Her words trailed off in a low moan as he shoved that finger into her bum up to the hilt. He wiggled it and the pressure was sweet and odd all at once. Taking his other hand, he pushed his fingers inside her pussy and when he flexed his fingers in both her holes at once, managing to tickle at her clit with his pinky, she cried out.

“When I was?”

“When you were showering. It was an accident. I was all…there was pain and then the pain wasn’t pain anymore. And there was, oh God…”

He thrust slow and easy as he listened, tsking when she stopped. “Go on.”

Jordan had trouble focusing. Her entire body was thrumming with the need to come. It was ridiculous and fabulous and awful all at once.

“There was so much pressure in my…” She shook her head, her shoulders starting to ache form being bound. Her neck muscles were getting tight and she wanted him to just unbind her and hold her. But she was afraid to ask.

“In your what?”

Deeper, faster, he fucked her with only his hands.

“Say it,” he said.

“My pussy. There was so much pressure in my pussy. So when I moved, it was an accident, the friction it—”

“Felt good.”

“Yes.”

“Something you want to ask me, Jojo?”

A sob ripped out of her and she started to shake. “Please don’t be mad at me. Please untie me and just hold me. Please, Gareth,” she said in a rush. Her words tumbled all over each other and she started to shake with a tremor that had her shoulders screaming as she pulled involuntarily at her bonds.

“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “Sweetheart.”

And then he was untying her ankles and when he got around to her hands she was blubbering and he was talking to himself. When he gathered her in against him and held her, it was the first time since he’d come home she felt as if she’d taken a real and true deep breath.

“I love the sex. I love that…stuff,” she whispered as he brushed her hair out of her face. “But it hurts my heart to think you’re mad at me. I’d give it all up for you not to be angry with me, Gareth. I can’t handle that. You’re all I have left.”

He shook his head and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “I’m an asshole,” he said.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jordan turned into his embrace, molding herself to him. She was shaking but was too relieved that he was holding her to care. Gareth reached down and pulled the extra quilt at the foot of the bed up over them to keep her warm.

“You’re not an asshole,” she said.

“I am.” His voice was full of menace aimed at himself. Jordan had never heard him sound so down on himself.

“No, you’re good and I never should have—”

He cut her off with a kiss. She cupped his face in her hands, returning the kiss. Pushing her tongue against his when he penetrated her mouth. She could taste sweet tomato sauce and beer on his breath. The whole room smelled of him. Spice and suede and sunshine.

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I should never have punished you in anger. Anger is not a part of play. Ever. You remember that if—”

“Don’t say it, don’t say it!” Jordan sighed. “Please. It hurts my heart when you say
when you’re not with me
. I know that there can be no—”

“Jordan—”

“Let me finish, God damn it, Gareth!”

“There is no fairy tale ending for us. You don’t want that stuff. And I’m your sister for fuck’s sake and—”

“Jordan,” he growled, pulling her completely flush to him. His cock hard between her legs. His body seeming to hum with something he had yet to express. She could feel it working through his muscles like a fine tremor. Like touching a high tension wire and feeling all the energy that zipped and flitted within the casing.

“Shut up,” she sobbed. “I know that when you say you love me you mean you love me and not that you
love
me. Like happily ever after or white picket fences or babies or…”

“But it does.” He shook her so she’d look at him.

“I—”

“Every woman in my life has left me but you. You’re the person who always felt like the other half of me.” He looked down.

Jordan wasn’t sure why she did it, but she put her hand on his cock. Squeezing. Feeling the power she had over him when he made a near sobbing sound and the breath tore out of him.

“It was never okay to feel that way, Jojo,” he breathed. He put his hand between her legs, slipping a finger inside her.

It was Jordan’s turn to make a noise. It rushed up out of her, half joy, half relief.

“But now it’s okay. Pretty much,” he sighed. “Now hush.”

He kissed her and rolled her onto her back. Gareth got her how he wanted her, her knees pushed up high and her pussy exposed and he drove into her, eyes pinned to where he was penetrating her. Arms shaking on either side of her head. He drove into her hard and the first wave of an orgasm rushed up to greet her and pull her under.

She’d been so turned on and so upset and so afraid for so long that the blissful friction from first entry was enough to set her off. “I’m sorry,” she said as she came.

She felt bad, but she felt good.

“No, I’m sorry. I love you, Jojo. For real. Not for fun. Not for a fuck. I love you. You’re the only woman I ever loved.” He rotated his hips—back and forth, back and forth, grinding down on her, filling her up. His cock impossibly high and hard and his face intent.

“It was never okay before and now it’s okay,” he growled. “It’s okay.” He rotated his lean hips a bit slower, backing off just enough to give her body room to process. And then he moved in another lazy sweep and she felt it explode in her. Another, sudden violent release that stole her breath.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay. I won’t go unless you want me to. Not unless you tell me to,” she sighed. Tears trickled from under her closed lids.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice had a bit of steel in it.

Jordan forced her eyes wide.

“You don’t go anywhere unless you take me with you,” he said.

She nodded, bit her lips, gasped when he rocked against her with the pressure she needed to make her cunt throb with another build up to a peak.

“Turn over,” he said. “Get on your knees for me.”

She’d brought him down to a rumble, his voice thick and almost malicious. It made her shiver all over—the excitement of it. The anticipation of him mounting her from behind. Making her come.
Taking
her.

*****

He didn’t actually give her a chance to turn over. Gareth gripped her and turned her forcefully, flipping her as if she weighed no more than one of the pillows that adorned the bed.

He ran the head of his cock along her slit, from front all the way back and up the split of her ass between her still tender cheeks. Jordan shivered when the tip of him pressed to the tight ring of her anus.

“One day, sweetheart,” he said. “But right now—“

He drove into her cunt and she pushed her hands to the antique headboard. Jordan remembered the blinds were slatted and their feet could be seen, but part of her was so overjoyed at his response—at his love for her—she simply didn’t care. Mrs. Phelps could kiss her ass.

Gareth pushed one strong hand to the middle of her back, holding her steady as he thrust. Jordan swayed with his movements, feeling the full thickness of him invading her and taking her over. A fine tremor started in her thighs and Gareth felt it, looping a muscular arm under her waist. With a hand on her spine and one under her middle, he held her there. Securing her.

Gareth always made her feel secure.

He moved the hand on her spine low and smoothed slow circles over her bottom. The slightest pressure made the welted skin tingle and throb. The throb slid into her pelvis, filling her cunt, her womb. Making her arms feel weak and her chest flare with the same heat that made her face feel so hot.

She wanted to come but she didn’t. She wanted to stay here, suspended in his arms, no other thoughts for as long as she could.

Gareth pressed the pad of his thumb to one of the crop stripes on her ass and her body sagged a bit with weakness. “How does that feel?” he growled, driving deep, his cock brushing all the plump bits of her pussy.

“It feels—”

Her voice dissolved into a moan when he pressed that fragile flesh again and drove deep into her cunt. She felt so full of him—her head, her heart, her soul—that she wanted to weep she felt so overwhelmed.

He brushed a fingernail over a weal and she cried out. Not because it hurt so much as the mild discomfort merged with her slick pleasure and she was right there. Right on the cusp. It would take very little…

Gareth pulled free of her filled her with a cluster of his fingers. Jordan tossed her head, hair flying…confused. Until he returned his cock to her and slid in slowly, relishing every inch he penetrated. She could tell by the way he exhaled as he slid home.

Then those wet fingers—dripping with her own pussy juices—slipped into the narrow ring of her asshole and she froze.

“Just relax. Feel me both places. Three fingers. Hurts at first, but sweetheart, give it a minute. Relax, breathe.”

She did. Pushing out a big breath before drawing in a slow controlled breath. When he started to move his cock and his fingers in tandem, small white lights danced in her vision. She took another sip of air and moved back to take him deeper.

His fingers curled in her tight hole and his cock brushed her swollen cunt. She put her head down and started to reach under and stroke herself but thought better of it. “May I?” she asked softly over her shoulder.

Gareth froze, green eyes flashing, face serious with lust and intention.

“May you what?”

“Touch myself?”

He groaned, his turn to come undone. She could tell by the jerk of his hips that her words had affected him. Gareth clenched his jaw, nodded once and tried to slow his pace.

Her fingers shook violently but she managed a clumsy stroke over her engorged clit. She moved back harder to take him, brushing the tingly knot of flesh that controlled her orgasm at the moment. She was so penetrated by him—so stuffed with him—that it would take that direct contact to get off. Otherwise it was just a big blissful gush of pressure in her nether regions.

She stroked down over her outer lips, feeling those neglected nerve endings leap to life. When she returned direct pressure to her clitoris, she hissed like she was in pain.

“I can’t wait,” she said.

“To come,” he growled, sounding on edge himself.

“No. For what you said before. I can’t wait. I want to try.”

He slowed. Jordan could tell that Gareth was catching on, but was unsure of what she meant. Or was afraid to be sure. “What?”

Jordan looked over her shoulder to see his bright green eyes when she answered. She could see the stubble on his jaw and how his hair was still a little damp and the flash of jade in his irises. All of her had narrowed down to extreme alertness, superb observation.

Breathtaking need.

“I want you to fuck me, Gareth. I want you to take me…in the ass.”