Thrust (13 page)

A part of me almost feels glad that Hunter has already talked to her about us. The last thing I want to do is make her feel awkward with the fact that we’re brothers.

This is the first time that I have ever been with the same woman as my brother. This is the last thing I thought I’d be doing, but I can’t stop, and I have no claim over Calla so I have no right to ask him to back off.

The weird part is . . . knowing that she’s been with another man, any man, only makes me want to please her better than her last. I may be selfish for this, but I want to be her best.

“Do you want me inside you, Calla?” I pull her leg up and run my hand up her thigh. “We can stop what we’re doing right now . . . if that’s what you want.”

I run my other hand over her neck and feel her swallow under my touch. “I always seem to want you inside me,” she admits. “Even at the most inappropriate times.”

Her words cause me to lose control, and before I know it I have her standing up and I’m on my knees, undressing her while running my lips over every inch of her exposed flesh.

Once I have her completely naked, I run my hands down her back, stopping on her ass. I look up at her before swirling my tongue around her clit and sucking it into my mouth.

She lets out a small moan and grips onto my hair for encouragement. This only drives me more. I want to taste her in the best way possible and do something that I know she’ll enjoy.

With my mouth still on her pussy, I wrap one of her legs around my shoulder before doing the other, holding onto her back for support while standing to my feet.

She lets out a nervous squeal while giving my hair the death grip. I would never drop her, but I think it’s cute that she’s scared. I’m sure no other man has ever done this for her and it gives me the drive I need to make her feel
everything
her body needs.

I slide my tongue between her folds, tasting her as if she’s never been licked before. That thought makes me work my tongue in ways I didn’t even know was possible.

Slightly arching her back, she moans out in pleasure as I suck her clit hard and without mercy. I can tell that she loves it, because her thighs are squeezing my face so hard that it hurts. I dig my face deeper into her pussy and allow her to squeeze me.

“Kyan!” She pulls my hair as I release her clit and work my tongue over every last sensitive spot. “Keep going. Oh God . . . right there.”

She leans her body over my head while scratching her nails down my back. That’s when I feel her come undone in my mouth, leaving her release on my tongue. Her whole body is trembling and I’m standing here holding her as tight as I can to be sure she can enjoy this moment with the trust that I’ll hold her up.

“Kyan . . .” She’s out of breath as she repeats my name over and over. “Holy shit, Kyan. What do you do to me?”

“Please you,” I respond. “Show you that you’re worth every last bit of pleasure I can give you.”

Gripping her waist, I slide her off my shoulders and wrap both of my hands into her hair as she stands there trying to catch her breath. Then, I slowly lower her to the ground so that she’s on her knees, kissing her until she’s lying flat on her back.

Pulling away from our kiss, I grab my jacket and quickly dig into my pocket for the condom before stripping myself of my jeans.

Calla sits back up and eagerly licks her lips while reaching for the top of my boxers. I love seeing how desperate she looks to have them off of me.

“Pull my boxers down to where you want them,” I say with a smirk, remembering our photo shoot.

She playfully looks up at me while jerking my boxers down my legs and forcing me to step out of them. Wasting no time, she softly trails her fingertips along the backs of my legs before stopping at my waist. I lift an eyebrow and watch her as she runs her hand down my stomach, before wrapping both of her hands around my cock.

“Is it weird that I find your dick to be beautiful?” She whispers as if she’s unsure that she wants me to hear. “I’ve never really had the urge to do this before.”

Before I can say anything, her lips are around my cock and her tongue is swirling around the head. I moan at the feel of her sweet tongue tasting me. She’s got the most beautiful fucking mouth I’ve ever seen and it’s wrapped around my cock right now.

It takes her a few seconds to get used to my size, but then she’s pleasuring me as if she wants nothing more than to return the orgasm I just gave her.

My hand is wrapped into the back of her thick hair and I dig my teeth into my lip as she moves faster and harder. It feels so damn good that I’m about to lose it and come in her mouth. I don’t want that. I want to come inside her pussy.

Tugging back on her hair, I pull her away until my cock springs free from the grasp of her lips. I drop down to my knees and kiss her so hard that I have to hold the back of her head to avoid it hitting the ground. I run my tongue over her lips before sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, causing her to moan against my lips.

“I was about to come,” I say out of breath. “I want to be inside you when I do.”

I quickly flip her over and lay her flat on her stomach, before running my tongue up the middle of her back while ripping the condom open. Admiring her body, I roll the condom on, before slipping an arm around her waist to slightly raise her body.

I can feel her body jerk each time that my cock brushes against her entrance, and this makes me want to fuck her so hard that she won’t be able to sit on my bike when we leave. I need to control myself.

Leaning over her body, I suck on her neck while trusting my cock into the tightness of her pussy. She cries out and grips the grass.

“Does my cock feel good in your tight little pussy, Calla?” I grip her hair and move my hips in a circular motion. “Do you want me to fuck you hard or gentle?” I slowly pull out before gently thrusting back into her.” She moans out. “You like it slow and gentle so that you can feel every single inch?”

“Yes, Kyan. I want to feel you inside me,” she whimpers. “Every. Single. Inch.”

Wrapping an arm around her neck, I pull her toward me and run my lip under her ear. “Then I’ll give it to you nice and slow. Every. Single. Inch of it.”

I begin thrusting my hips slow and deep, causing her to moan out with each thrust, only causing me to go deeper and slower.

I usually like it fast and hard, but there’s no denying the way her body is making me feel at the moment. The sensation is almost unreal, and I find myself wanting to bust my load in her right now.

“I want you to come with me, Calla.” I kiss her neck. “Tell me when you’re about to come.”

Reaching below her, I rub her clit while fucking her nice and slow. After a few minutes I feel her start to tremble in my arms.

“Now, Kyan.” She grips onto the grass as her pussy clenches around me, bringing me to orgasm at the same time. I push in as deep as I can, and allow my cum to fill the condom.

“Fuck, Calla.” I kiss the back of her neck before grabbing her face and pulling it back enough so that I can run my tongue over her lips before kissing her roughly. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of being inside you.”

Falling over in the grass, I pull her onto me so that she’s lying on my chest. We both just lay here, breathing heavily and holding each other while staring up at the night sky.

I swear I never want to move from this spot. Everything about this moment just feels so fucking peaceful. I’m laying here naked, under the night sky with the most beautiful woman on earth. It all seems perfect.

If only it were that easy . . .

BITING MY LIP, I STARE down at the fancy, silver envelope sitting in front of me. I’ve been staring at it off and on for the last hour, trying to decide if I want to open it.

When Tori and I got done with the
Anderson
Wedding,
I made a quick stop by the mailbox to grab the mail on the way back up. Everything was bills and junk mail, everything except this . . . this stupid, fancy envelope.

I read my sister’s name for the twentieth time, feeling as if I’m caught in some kind of stupid nightmare. “Chrissy Reynolds . . .” I can’t believe I’m looking at this right now. It’s been two years since we have spoken. Two whole years and now here I am, sitting in front of her envelope, looking at it as if it’s going to bite me. The bad thing is, it probably will.

“Open it, Calla.” Tori looks at me from her spot on the couch. “It’s just going to torture you if you don’t. Why put it off longer and let that whore bag win?”

I nervously play with the end of my ponytail while staring angrily at the envelope. “Look at the envelope, Tori.” I pick it up and slam it back down onto the table. “It’s a wedding invitation. I don’t need to open it to see that. She’s already won and she knows it. The whole world knows it.”

Tori tugs me back down to the couch and hands me the envelope. “No. . . . What the whole world knows is that she’s a twofaced, conniving bitch that deserves to get her expensive heels shoved up her high maintenance ass. No one likes the bitch.” She bumps her shoulder against mine and we both laugh at the truth in her words. “Now open the envelope before I rip it up and toss it out the window. Then, I’ll personally drive to Wisconsin, take her fancy stiletto off her foot, and shove it where nothing else has ever been. Damn prude. ”

I turn my head away and take a long, deep breath while opening the envelope with shaky hands. “I hate this.” I pull the black and silver paper out and hold my breath as my whole world officially breaks apart and crumbles in front of me. I feel like I’ve just been stabbed in the heart by one of my sister’s
expensive
heels.

My eyes stay glued to the pretty lettering as the wetness begins to slide down my cheeks, wetting the fancy paper. I feel like I’m in some kind of daze as I sit here staring at the invitation.

“Fuck it, Calla,” Tori says in an attempt to soothe me as I stare like a fucking zombie. I feel her hand on my back as she looks over my shoulder. “She’s not worth your tears. Dry your face off.” She dramatically wipes her arms over my face, causing me to laugh through my tears.

Nodding my head, I drop the invitation down onto the table and grab the envelope from my lap. I get ready to rip it up until I notice that there’s a small piece of paper stuffed inside.

Tori notices it at the same time I do and quickly grabs the envelope away, saving it from my destruction. “You don’t need to read this right now, honey. One thing at a time, but don’t rip it up. See what the bitch has to say first.” She reaches out and wipes away another stray tear. “You’re better than this, better than her, and better than them. You’re better than anyone that I know.
Never
forget that.”

I nod my head and close my eyes. I hate feeling this way. I don’t know why I let her affect me this way after two years. Maybe it’s the fact that she actually has the nerve to invite me to her fucking wedding. I don’t know what would ever make her think that I would actually want to be there for that. I can’t tell if I’m more angry or shocked. I’m definitely both. I feel like someone has reached into my chest and is twisting my heart.

Tori stands up and reaches for her purse, looking pissed at the world. “Enough of this bullshit. You need to get out. We’re going to go out, grab a few drinks, and have fun. No thinking. No caring. No crying. Call up Kyan and I’ll call up Brad and we’ll make a night of it.”

Kyan . . . My heart swells at the memories of last night. The sex was great, don’t get me wrong, but the best part was just lying in his arms afterwards without a single care in the world. What I wouldn’t give right now to go back to that moment and forget this day all together. We laid there for what seemed like hours, talking and enjoying the freedom. He asked me about my job and my family, my interests and anything that I would expect a boyfriend to want to know. Whenever I said something funny, I found comfort in the vibration of his chest as he let loose and just lived in the moment with me. Oddly, I crave for that feeling right now.

“I can’t just call Kyan up and ask him to go on a double date, Tori. It’s not like that with us. He’s got two businesses to run and he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just . . . he’s . . .” I stop and let out a frustrated breath. “He’s busy.”