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Chapter 31

Donovan

Fuck!

I slam into my bedroom and just stand in
the middle of the room not knowing what the fuck to do with myself. I promised
Reece I’d stay away from his sister and what do I go and do? I go and
practically pin her to the door with every intention of loving her.
Loving her
.

She’s Reece’s baby sister and is a total
no. I’ve managed to keep her at a distance for years, but the fact is, she
drives me totally insane and only has to look in my direction to give me an
erection from hell. She thinks or rather thought that I don’t like her, but the
truth is I’m fucking obsessed with her. I’m obsessed with an eighteen year old
virgin…at least I presume she’s a virgin. I scowl at the thought of anyone else
touching her because she belongs with me.
Dammit
to hell!

Dropping down on top of my bed, I catch my breath
because I’d forgotten about the problem in my jeans, which I refuse to take
care of myself. If I took care of it I wouldn’t get the relief that I’d get
between her sexy thighs so why settle for second best.

My erection throbs so rolling over onto my
back I hope for some kind of relief while I clear my thoughts of Mara.
Sweet
Mara.

Fuck this. Jumping up from the bed and
grabbing my gym bag, I walk back out into the living area and hunt around for
my sneakers, which I kicked off when I’d crashed out on the sofa last night.

Spotting them under one of the stools at
the breakfast bar, I drop my bag and I’m about to reach for them when I spot
Mara standing just outside her bedroom door watching me.

Wondering what the hell is going through
her mind as she continues to watch me, I reach down and collect my sneakers,
tossing them into my bag.

She looks lost, which makes my heart drop
like lead to my feet. All I want to do is walk over to where she’s standing and
wrap her up in my arms and tell her I’m never letting go, but instead, I turn
my back on her pretending to look for my keys, which I know are in the dish by
the door.

“Donovan, you can stop ignoring me. I know
this is awkward, but it’s only a week, right? We’re both adults so I’m sure we
can act like it.” She turns away, but not before I watch her wipe a tear from
her face. Making me feel like the biggest jerk around.

After promising Reece I’d stay away from
his little sister three years ago, I’d gone and lead with my heart, earlier and
now she couldn’t even look at me, and I’ve upset her. If she has any of the
feelings that I have for her then she’s feeling crushed as though a vice is
crushing her heart because that’s how I’m feeling.

“Mara…”

“Please Donovan. Let’s just try and forget
what happened earlier and move on. I’m at college on Monday so I’ll make new
friends my own age. You don’t have anything to worry about.” She disappears
into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Make
friends my own age. You don’t have anything to worry about.

Her words have frozen me to the spot as I
feel my anger slowly rising. I’ll kill any fucker who so much as looks in her
direction and look they will, with her long dark hair, slim curvy figure and
legs that seem to go on for miles even though she’s shorter than me. She’s the
most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and the only woman that’s ever taken root
in my heart apart from my mother. She’s also the only woman that I can’t be
with, and that tears me in two.

Epilogue

Reece

(4 weeks later)

“Callie, you have to promise me you’ll
behave tonight. No more interfering with Mara and her…new friend.” Yeah, I
struggle to say ‘new friend’ because I’m not sure I actually like him, but
seeing the way Donovan scowls every time he sees them together before he
disappears, makes me keep pushing them closer together. I can’t even remember
his name, which actually says it all. But my best friend is eight years older
than my baby sister, plus I know what he’s like, so yeah, I want to keep him
away from her.

Creeping up on me, my girl smacks me across
the back of my head. “Stop trying to push her together with Mr. Straight and
Boring. He looks vanilla and Mara needs…” she meets my gaze and smirks,
“someone like you who knows where he’s going. Someone who’ll cherish and love
her forever.” She grins. “Someone who knows exactly how to make her scream in
pleasure.”

I cringe when she finishes. “I really don’t
want to hear my sister in the same comment about someone making her scream in
pleasure…that’s not normal.”

“What’s not normal, her screaming in
pleasure? Or you making me scream?” Callie comments slipping her hand into the
front of my pants.

“I love making you scream, babe, but
hearing ‘screaming in pleasure’ when you’re referring to my sister knocks me
sick.”

She squeezes my erection and meets my gaze.
“You’re being stupid, you know. She’s eighteen, nearly nineteen.”

My breath catches in my throat as she runs
her finger around the tip of my dick before starting to play with the silver,
which drives me crazy. “Can we stop talking about my sister while you have your
hands on my cock?”

“I’m about to have my mouth on it,” she
tells me unzipping my pants, kneeling in front of me when my erection springs
free straight into her waiting mouth.

Hell!
She’s so damn good with her mouth. Her mouth is pure torture when
I’m on stage, unable to take my eyes from her. The things she does to a
longneck with her tongue has me so fucking hard that it’s become embarrassing
on more than one occasion, and the minute I leave the stage I have her locked
in the restroom while I ease the tension that has built within us both.

“Mmm. You taste good.” She lick’s around
the leaking tip, flicking the ring at the same time as she squeezes my balls,
which sends pure fire racing along my throbbing dick. I lengthen and thicken in
excitement.

“Callie,” I warn.

Holy
fuck!
She sucks me down her throat continuing to
play with my balls while she uses her other hand to jack me off. I can’t stop
the blood roaring through me anymore.

“Oh god,” I pant. My cock starts jerking in
her mouth. “Ahhhh…oh fuck…fucking bastard…” Release after release of cum shoots
out of me. She drains me. Every last fucking drop she takes in her mouth before
licking me clean.

When she starts playing with the silver
with her tongue, I move her head away knowing we don’t have time for round two,
but she knows when we get back later that it will all be about her.

With legs feeling like Jell-O, I lean
against the wall with my pants still around my ankles, which Callie takes hold
of and starts pulling back up when something falls out of my pocket. Something
I’d rather not have her finding before I’m ready.

She freezes before reaching for it and
placing it in the palm of her hand. “Reece?”

“Fuck, Callie. You’re not supposed to have
seen that until later…and I’m sure as hell not proposing with my pants around
my ankles and my cock in all its glory winking at you.”

She blinks then starts laughing. “Winking
at me… Wait a minute. What did you just say?” Landing on her sweet, little ass
she looks up at me waiting for a reply.

Sighing, I yank my pants up and fastening
them, I go down on to one knee in front of her, taking the ring from her hand.
Holding the ring out toward her, I tell her what I feel, “I love you. I love
you so much that I don’t know what to do with my feelings for you half the
time. I’m not asking you to marry me tomorrow because I have a feeling you’re
not ready for that, but I want to make a permanent commitment to you. I want
you to know that the minute you say you’re ready that I’ll have you in front of
a minister so quickly you won’t be able to catch your breath. Will you marry
me, Callie…some time in the future?”

She bursts into tears at the same time as
she nods her head. Throwing her arms around, she says, “Yes… Yes, I’ll marry
you.”

Thank
fuck
!

Callie

Unable to stop looking at my ring, we walk
into the museum for a showing of some artwork from the University, which Mara
is part of.

When my ring catches the light it sparkles
and comes alive. I’ve never seen anything as pretty as my platinum ring with an
emerald surrounded by small diamonds. It’s out of this world and was one hell
of a surprise.

He loves me. That is the one thing I’m sure
of. Because he doesn’t just tell me, he shows me. In everything he does for me,
from collecting my dry cleaning to going out late at night for a tub of Ben and
Jerry’s.

And I love him just as much. Making his
lunch for work should tell him how much I love him, even doing his washing. I
really hated being domesticated before I moved in with Reece and now if I’m
honest, I love it. He knows it as well because I’ve caught his grin once or
twice when I’ve announced I was making dinner. Up to now though if he’s home
he’s always helped in the kitchen, which sometimes can take forever to get
anything made once he sets his mind on eating me instead.

“What are you grinning at?” he asks
dragging me into a darkened room that I’m not sure we’re supposed to be in.

“I was remembering the last time you helped
me cook dinner.”

His eyes gleam as he pushes me into the
alcove just inside the room. “I remember.” Undoing the belt on my coat he
shoves it open and off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

“Um, what are you doing?”

He chuckles. “Making your fantasy come
true.”

He
can’t mean…can he?
A while back in the club, I
mentioned to him about having sex in public and I mentioned the museum, but
this is just too risky. People are right outside going into the room opposite
for the art show. There is no door on this room and all someone has to do is
walk in and they’ll see us.

I groan because that thought is turning me
on, heightening my senses that all I want him to do is sink deep inside me.

He drops to his knees, shoves my skirt up
to my waist and moving my thong to one side puts his nose to me and smells me.
“Christ, baby. You smell so fucking sexy,” he whispers before opening me up to
his eyes with his fingers and using his tongue.

My legs go weak as he works me over, but I
don’t want to come on his mouth, I want to come on his cock. With this in mind
I manage to move his head and pulling on his shoulders, he gets the message.

Climbing back to his full height, I open
his pants and shove them past his hips, but reaching to touch him he knocks my
hand away. “I’m too worked up. One touch and I’m going to come.”

Reece touches me between my legs again, as
though he’s unable to stop himself and then holds my hips. “Climb up me, babe.”

With my arms and legs wrapped around him,
he lifts me up and then slides me down onto him. I clamp my lips together
before I shout out. The feel of him stretching me, pulsing against my wet
channel is almost too much to handle.

“Slide your straps down. I want to suckle
you.” His hands shake as he holds me down on his cock without moving.

Baring my breasts, he lifts me higher and
bending his head starts suckling and nibbling my nipples, which sends sparks of
lust straight to my pussy.

I moan as he starts slamming in and out of
me.

He stops. “Shush. You have to be quiet.”

Nodding my head, he starts moving again. In
and out. Pressing against my G-spot with his silver every time. I’m so wet, so
close. Just one more thrust…

“What’s in that room?”

Oh
God, no…no…they can’t come in.

Reece thrusts once more inside me and I
come apart biting his shoulder through his clothing. I clamp down, my pussy
quivering around his cock as my orgasm goes on and on and starts again with
powerful aftershocks when I feel Reece’s cum filling me up, his dick pulsing
inside me.

We both stay clinging to the other,
listening to make sure the woman whose voice we heard has moved on now that we
are no longer lost in pleasure.

“Was that close enough for you?” Reece
whispers into my ear causing a shiver to wrack my body, which in turn causes my
pussy to clamp down on him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Stay still.”

“Mmm.”

He pumps his hips a few times before
lifting me off him. Within seconds his pants are up and fastened while I’m
still looking well fucked.

Realizing, I’m more or less naked, he pulls
my top back up, rips my thong from my body and uses it to wipe between my legs
the best he can, as it’s only a scrap of lace, and then he pulls my skirt down
with shaking hands.

Straightening, he asks, “Are you alright?”
He brushes the hair from my face in a tender caress.

“I’ve never been better… Thank you for
loving me.”

“Always babe. Always… Now let’s go and see
what my sisters up to with that ‘nice guy,’” he smirks.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the
room.

 

The End

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