Page 46 of Braving the Storm
My niece is panting, whimpering, almost there, but needs that final push to tumble over the edge.
“I know your sweet little pussy needs to be licked and sucked and stretched full… and I know you want someone to give you that release you’ve been craving. So let go, little thorn. That’s it. Exactly like that.”
“Oh, god—oh, god.” Her body clenches, her mouth drops open, and she turns her head toward my chest as she comes.
It’s the most beautiful sight as her eyes squeeze shut, and pleasure washes through her limbs as the wave crashes with suchintensity her body jerks. I’m stroking her jeans and murmuring more words to her softly, telling her just how pretty she looks coming on her fingers. And when I instruct her to suck, she doesn’t even hesitate. Dragging her hand out of her panties, her movements are heavy-limbed with the force of her orgasm.
“See how good you taste. How sweet your cum is, darlin’.” I really don’t want to do anything but hold this girl tight, to show her just how good I could really make her scream. Except, that dreaded moment has arrived all too soon. A moment when this game has to come to an end, because we’re two people who aren’t supposed to desire anything remotely close to what we’ve just gone and done while hidden in the deepest depths of this forest.
I allow her to stay slumped against my chest and fix her jeans for her. Fighting every single screaming cell in my brain telling me to kiss her, to take her mouth and carry her to bed, and to see just how sweet I know she’ll taste.
“Is it weird that I feel like I just wanna stay out here?” She rasps against my shirt.
“I know you do, but go inside and get into bed before you get cold, ok. I’ll be in soon.”
I swallow the lie.
Watching her slip out of the truck, with a tiny glance up at me through heavy lashes, she pauses. Her dark eyes gaze back at me through the thick glass of the passenger side window, and then, with a sharp click, she closes the door.
I sit here, watching her make her way inside, surrounded by the heavy scent of her arousal and lust still filling the front seat of my truck. Punishing myself by not running straight after her, I stay in my seat with an impossible hard cock I’m going to have to take care of. Alone.
Because I won’t follow her tonight, even though every single part of me wants to.
Chapter 15
I’m supposed to be getting ready for a date.
There are three cute outfits laid out on the bed, and yet all I can think about—the obsession worming away in my brain—is the fact I made myself come while grinding in my uncle’s lap last night. All I can focus on is the lingering imprint on my memory and the scent of him coiling around me. The way his mouth felt brushed up against my ear.
You look so pretty touching yourself in my truck.
Jesus, my thighs squeeze together at the replayed words in my mind, the ever-present echo of his gravelly voice.
Worst of all, is that I lay awake hoping and praying that he would come and finish what we’d started. Even though a tiny part of me knew he wouldn’t allow us to keep going with the dangerous game we’d entered into outside. As soon as my fingers closed over the handle of the door to his truck, when my eyes dared seek out his, I knew the spell was broken.
Along with the chill of the night air, the quiet thud of the truck door shutting sealed the moment and locked it away.
He didn’t approach the bedroom at any point. I heard him eventually come inside, but stayed on the couch. Leaving me alone, feeling like the mattress that had previouslyseemed far too small, now stretched out all around me like an ocean without a horizon.
By the time I got up this morning, he’d already left.
After the conversation we’d briefly had about not driving my car, I’m not entirely sure how to make my way down to Crimson Ridge. Maybe he’ll come back soon? Somehow, I doubt it.
I don’t imagine my dating life is particularly high on the agenda of my uncle, who growled in my ear, gripped my thighs, and told me he knows what my body craves. There is absolutely zero hope for me, absolutely no chance of me not turning into a puddle around that man now.
Might as well pack my carry-on and admit defeat. Horny Briar almost got what she wanted, but has made for things to become extremely awkward between us. Did I come onto him too strongly? Have I been the world’s biggest cock tease?
Or did the man who held me and talked me through the most intense orgasm of my life actually want somethingmorewith me?
As I clutch my robe and try to gather together my brain cells, I hear gravel crunch beneath tires outside. This is it. This is the moment he’s going to stride in here, he’s going to fold his arms across that massive chest and tell me to get the fuck out of his life, I’m certain of it.
But instead, there’s a knock against the doorframe, and I hear soft footsteps.
“Briar? Are you here? Are you decent?”
I poke my head out of the bedroom door and am met with the sight of a beaming Layla, who has two thermoses in hand. She looks stunning as ever, a horse-girl wet dream dressed in pale jeans, a turquoise sweater, and copper curls tossed into a messy bun.
Gaping at her unexpected arrival, it takes my brain an eternity to find words.
