Page 39 of Ruckus

“I’m fuckin’ ownin’ you. I’ve never wanted to own anythin’ so much.” His admission shocks me. Ruckus doesn’t talk feelings… ever.

“You should never have fuckin’ left.” I see the anger burning in his eyes, and I like it. I’ve missed it.

“There’s that fuckin’ smile.” He grasps under my jaw and pushes his thumb between my lips. “You're getting exactly what you want, and do ya know somethin’,Princess?” He smiles wickedly. “I ain’t even mad about it. I wanna be what you want. I wanna be what you need.” He pushes himself all the way insideme and makes me gasp. “There it fuckin’ is.” He holds still inside me and presses his forehead into mine. “You feel that? You didn’t run to save me. You ran because you were scared.”

I nod my head back at him. I’m feeling far too much, all at once. Thrill, satisfaction, relief, comfort. All things I shouldn’t be getting from my brother's best friend.

“Never… Ever… Try to run from me again,” he warns, before sliding his tongue between my lips and consuming me with it. I feel my walls clutch tighter around him and that familiar stir in my stomach. This man barely has to look at me to cause a reaction, but having him hard, rugged and bare is driving me wild. “I’m not even moving and you're gonna come again already?” He pulls back and smirks at me. “Go on, darlin’, don’t hold back, don’t be fuckin’ proud.”

“Only you could be an asshole while you're making me come.” I manage to force the words out, digging my nails in deeper and scowling at him.

“Mmmm, that fuckin’ look. You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you're angry.” His words make my stomach flutter, and I try real hard not to let him know it.

The hand he still has on my ass grips me tighter as he starts to move inside me, slow at first to get me adjusted to his size, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine and absorbs every ounce of my pleasure as I come for him again.

I hold on to his strong, tattooed biceps when he starts to thrust harder. His size doesn’t hurt anymore, all I can feel is more thrill building up inside me.

“You wanna finish together?” he asks, slipping his hand from my jaw and lowering it over my body. I nod my head desperately, and cry out when his fingers touch my sweet spot again.

“Better catch up fast, because I’m about to come inside this tight little pussy, darlin’.” He’s strumming me with his fingers, slamming into me at the same time and the scream I make is fartoo loud. But this time he doesn’t silence me, his hands are too busy holding me steady and making me comeagain.

“Ruckus.” I breathe out his name as the room starts to spin.

“Fuck.” He drops his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulders as he pours inside me. His fingertips digging into my hips, keeping me pinned against him, while his huge, heavy cock pulses between my walls.

I open my mouth to speak, but he quickly fills it with his tongue, rolling it around mine as he breathes heavily through his nostrils and grips tighter at my skin.

“Now tell me you haven’t missed me,” he growls.

My cock remains rigid and buried deep inside her as I carry her over to the bed and sit myself on the edge of it.

“Now we can talk,” I tell her, lifting my hand up to brush away the hair that stuck to her sweat-coated cheek. I like how she looks when she’s all flustered and thoroughly fucked.

“You wanna talk like this?” She looks down to where we’re still joined, and I reach around her hips, grab an ass cheek in each hand and squeeze as I push her tighter against me.

“Can’t think of a better way.” I smile.

“You really are scared I’ll run.” She rubs her lips together and focuses all her attention on mine. It’s hot as sin, and far too distracting. The look I give tells her that I know what she’s doing and she needs to quit.

“Fine, you start.” She rests her forearms over my shoulders and waits patiently.

“How about you start? You were the one throwin’ eyes at me across the room tonight,” I point out.

“Only because you felt the need to tell me that you didn’t sleep with that club whore, which by the way, wouldn’t have mattered to me at all.”

“Holy shit.” I shake my head, and the sarcastic laugh I make has my cock twitching inside. “It mattered. I saw those sad littleeyes when I left with her, they were what made me change my mind.” I lay it out for her, because it’s hopeless holding back. I don’t intend on going back to the other side of the line we just crossed.

“What if it did matter? What difference would it make? You're still my brother's best friend, and this is still wrong.” She closes her eyes as if she’s about to cry.

“Hey… Hey.” I take one hand off her ass and rest it on her cheek. “Does this feel wrong?” I ask her.

“No.” She makes a cute little smile that I just have to touch with the pad of my thumb. Why am I so obsessed with her lips? “But that doesn't make it okay. If Aaron found out he’d go crazy, and he’d be hurt. Especially now with all the anger he’s got for the Reapers. And let's be honest, Ruck, me and you. We hate each other.”

“I don’t hate you right now.” I smile at her, sliding my hand down to her throat and using my hold to drag her on to my lips. This time I kiss her the way she deserves to be kissed, and it should confirm that I don’t hate her at all.

“Maybe not right now, but we can’t last a day together without being at each other's throats. This may feel good in the moment, but you and I would never work. It’s not worth risking your relationship with Wrath, and I’m just coming out of something that was real heavy… and…”

“Relax, darlin’, I wasn’t gonna ask you to be my old lady. It’s just that I…” I have to try and save some face here, because as much as I love my fuckin’ brother, right now I’d risk anything to be with her.

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