Page 109 of The Rowdy Ones
With a yawn, I slip out from under Destiny’s hold. The second I inhale Scout’s obnoxious fart, I regret the deep breath of air and fight gagging on it. I’m considering making the dog sleep with Wild. They can be annoying together.
The light above the sink in the kitchen area of the RV casts a glow on the mountain of dishes Wild still hasn’t tackled. Fucker. Tomorrow, I’m going to chain his ass to the sink until he does them. Does he seriously need a new knife every time to cut up his apples or can he not just rinse the one off and reuse it?
Shaking my head, I slip into the bathroom and take a much-needed piss. After a quick wash, I sneak back to bed where Destiny is sleeping. I’ll need to get her to the cabin before everyone gets up. We may have a plan in place, but I’d like not to get busted for fucking my sister. It feels like something we should tell everyone gently. Surprises are never good.
I crawl into bed over her sleeping form and begin waking her with kisses to her neck and chest. Because this girl knows what she wants, she pushes my head down, leading me right where she wants me. I inhale her familiar scent and start licking her pussy in earnest. She squirms and whimpers and moans.
“Shhh,” I hiss against her clit. “Keep quiet.”
She yanks at my hair but does attempt to keep it down. I easily bring her to climax since I know exactly what she likes. While she’s still shuddering from her orgasm, I prowl up her body and then push my cock into her slick opening.
“Ahh, fuck.” I groan into her mouth. “You feel so fucking good.”
Being inside of Destiny is peace and chaos all twisted up into one thing. It’s wrong, but it’s so, so fucking right. With each thrust of my hips, she tugs at my hair and gets louder as the pleasure continues to consume her. This makes me feral and I fuck her hard, our bodies slapping noisily together. Scout makes a displeased huffing sound, but it doesn’t stop me. When she starts to cry out, I cover her mouth with mine, stifling her noises but never stopping the thrusting of my hips.
Feels so fucking divine.
A sharp pain in my shoulder has me cramping up. I’m blissed the fuck out, but my shoulder still hurts from hitting the tree earlier.
Fuck, now my ribs?
It takes several seconds to realize I’m being punched over and over again on my backside. A burst of fiery pain assaults my kidney area and then there’s a blast so deep inside me I grow dizzy.
What the fuck is happening?
“Get off her!”
The snarled, crazed words make it to my ears quicker than realization does. I’m being attacked.
“Rowdy!” Destiny cries out, horror in her tone.
I attempt to fling the person off, to no avail. Another sharp pain jabs me below the shoulder blade. A roar tears out of me at the same time my muscle does. All I can think about is protecting Destiny from the assailant. If I cover her body with mine, they won’t be able to get to her.
Everything spins and blurs.
Nothing makes sense.
I slump against Destiny as she screams in my ear. Her hands are all over me, sliding over my shoulders in the slippery substance pulsing out of me. It’s blood. She’s fingering my blood.
I’m vaguely aware of lights been flicked on. Then big hands are lifting me so my sister can slip out from under me. I make a pained cry, knowing she’s going to be seen naked by whoever is doing this to me and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Are they going to hurt her too?
I whimper and it sounds so fucking sad. My strength to grab at her is gone. Destiny. Oh, fuck, I have to help her.
“Call nine-one-one!” someone shouts, pure panic in their words. “Hurry the fuck up!”
“Dez,” I croak, words gurgling out of me.
“Don’t try to talk,” a familiar voice says gently. “I think some of these went deep.”
Uncle Atticus?
“Why?” Destiny screeches from somewhere down the hall.
I attempt to sit up on my elbows but can’t do it. A wave of nausea and dizziness makes it impossible. Everything hurts too damn bad.
“Fuck, there’s a lot of blood,” Uncle Atticus bites out. “Destiny, call the police. Now, dammit.”
