Page 42 of Hale
When I look up at her, her plump lips are parted and her brown eyes are liquid chocolate as lust swims in her gaze. I’m caught off guard when her lips crash to mine. Awkward at first as her teeth bump against my lips, but then we’re both opening to seek out the other. My moan mixes with hers as I inhale her. She tastes like toothpaste and I want to suck on her tongue for hours. The razor falls to the ground with a clatter as I abandon it to grab two fistfuls of her tiny ass. I lift her and she wraps her skinny legs around my waist. She’s so light. Worry, once again, niggles at me, wondering if she’s eating enough. But the moment her bare breasts press against my naked chest, I’m distracted by her.
Nobody has to know.
I kiss her hard and press her back into the wall. Gripping her ass, I use her body to grind against my cock through my sweatpants.
“I want more,” she begs against my lips.
Fuck, I do too.
“You and I can’t do this.” I pull away far enough so I can see her. “We’re—”
She slaps at the wall beside her and then we’re shrouded in darkness. “We’re not them. We’re Hudson and Rylie. Two people who want to be together like this.” Her teeth find my lip in the dark and she tugs. “In the dark, we can be whoever we want to be. In the dark, we can make love. Nobody has to know.”
I can’t see her, but I can feel and taste and smell her. She slides her legs down until she’s standing and then her small hands are blindly searching for the waistband of my sweatpants. A loud groan escapes me when she pushes down. My cock, thick and eager, springs free. When her soft hand grips my erection, I let out a ragged, harsh breath.
“Rylie,” I plead.
She strokes me and it makes me desperate for more. She’s right. In the dark, we can be whoever the fuck we want to be. I want to devour every part of her. As she strokes me, I slide my palms into the back of her shorts. The skin of her bouncy ass feels like silk. I grip her flesh and spread her cheeks apart, loving the mewls escaping her. Then, I slip them back out before pushing her shorts down her thighs.
“Nobody has to know,” I utter, as though I need to remind myself.
“Nobody,” she agrees.
Our lips find each other again as my palm slides down her taut stomach toward her pussy. My fingertips have just brushed against her thatch of pubic hair when someone pounds on the bathroom door. I jerk away from Rylie as my heart nearly jumps from my throat.
“Hudson!” Aunt Becky shrieks. “Rylie is gone! I think she’s run away.” The door handle jiggles and then she says, “Are you sitting in the dark?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I yank my sweats up and flick the light on. “No. The light is on.” I glance at Rylie and she scrambles to put her shirt back on.
“Rylie’s gone,” Aunt Becky exclaims.
“She’s fine,” I mutter. “I was helping her with something.”
Rylie shoves the shirt over her head and then her arms through the holes. I rake my eyes over her tits that are still red from my mouth before she pulls the shirt down over them.
Aunt Becky’s silence is momentary and then her icy voice hisses through the door. “Open this door right now, Hudson Hale, or so help me I’ll get Randy down here and—”
I unlock the door and open it. Aunt Becky glares at me, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes take in my appearance. My hair hasn’t been combed from my shower earlier. I’m probably still sporting a boner. And I’m half dressed.
Her eyes dart over to Rylie, who nervously tugs at the bottom of her shirt but won’t meet Aunt Becky’s stare.
“What were you two doing in here?” Aunt Becky demands.
“She wanted to shave her legs and I didn’t want to leave her alone with the razor.” Mostly the truth.
“This is extremely inappropriate,” she bites out. “You’re both practically naked.”
Anger swells up inside me and I glower at her. “Stop,” I snap. “Stop whatever you’re insinuating. She’s my fucking sister.”
“Watch your tone, Hudson. I may be legally responsible for her, but I took you in because I love you, not because I have to. If I think Rylie’s safety is in jeopardy, I will send you—”
“Mysafetyin jeopardy?” Rylie asks, her voice shrill. “You’re being crazy, Aunt Becky! He’s my brother!”
“Which is why you two don’t need to be locked in a dark bathroom together missing half your clothes,” Aunt Becky screams, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration. “Rylie, go to your room. Now.”
Rylie’s eyes are watery and she shoots me a questioning look. I give her a small nod. She pushes out of the bathroom and leaves us be. The basement door slams behind her.
