Page 16 of Blood Ties

Christ, I groaned, but I did as she requested. When she demanded again, I repeated the motion until her skin was rosy red and she was coming like the goddess she was.

When my knees nearly buckled, I braced one hand over hers and our fingers instantly threaded. With my face buried in her neck, I tightened my other arm around her, and cupped one perfect tit.

My balls drew up and I combusted. Cock buried deep and powerfully pulsing, I filled her with my cum.

“That was….” She didn’t finish her sentence, but I got it.

Panting hard, I had no words for what had just transpired either. It was crazy hot, and though I realized I fucked up and didn’t use a condom, with my current haze of contentment, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

As if she read my mind, she gasped, “I have an IUD, but please tell me I don’t have to worry about getting something for that stupid move.”

“Considering I haven’t gone bare in my life, I’d say you should be pretty safe,” I replied, my words interspersed with heavy breaths. I kissed the soft slope of her shoulder before I licked up the side of her neck, savoring the salty taste of her skin. When I reached that tender spot behind her ear, she shivered and let out a sexy little gasp.

“Then why now?” she gently pushed me back and turned so I could meet her gaze. I slipped free and I wanted to cry at the loss of her tight heat.

“I have no earthly idea other than you affect my judgement in the craziest ways,” I honestly admitted. My head had never been so fucked up in all my life and with my grandfather, that was saying something.

Our grandfather was a sadistic, hateful bastard who had shared a house with my family all my life. Even everything he put us through hadn’t broken through my tough outer shell. I’d never let him in to affect my head to the point where I made bad or insane decisions.

“Same,” she whispered, the look in her baby blues as confused as I felt.

“You wanna get cleaned up?” I asked her, and she nodded.

I scooped her up and she squeaked, and her arms wrapped around my neck. “I’m too heavy!”

“Do I look like I’m struggling to you? You’re fucking perfect,” I told her with a smirk. And she was.

We took our time getting cleaned up and we might’ve gotten dirty and had to wash off again. A small part of me knew this was likely just an unhealthy way to deal with the traumatic events of the day, but it didn’t stop me.

As she dried off, I went back to the dining room and grabbed her clothes.

“I have your stuff, or I can get you something to put on,” I offered when I returned to the bedroom.

“Um, if you have something, that would be great,” she murmured, not making eye contact. That wasn’t acceptable.

I placed her things on the bed and pulled her against me. Then I gently lifted her chin, but she closed her eyes. “Look at me,” I softly instructed.

She opened her crystalline-blue eyes and slowly lifted her gaze to mine.

“We didn’t do anything to be ashamed of. We’re both adults and we were both consenting, right?”

Her white teeth sunk into her lip, but she nodded.

“Then don’t look like you regret it. Unless you do?”

“No! Of course not! But look at you… and look at me,” she mumbled as her brows pulled together.

A frown pulled at my brow because I didn’t know what she was talking about. My gaze swept her from head to toe.

“What I see when I look at you is a fucking goddess. Are you hiding a third arm somewhere? Maybe a set of eyes in the back of your head? Because you are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. There was a reason my text messages got a little out of hand this week, you know.” She still didn’t look like she believed me. “Or is it me? Am I that repulsive?” I teased.

She gave an unladylike snort of laughter. “You? Repulsive? Are you delusional? I’m just sure you’re usually with tall, lithe, model-types. Not girls like me.”

“Girls like you?” I was truly confused. She was every man’s wet dream—iconic bombshell. Curves in all the right places, perfect tits, and an ass that was made for spanking and holding onto while I fucked the hell out of her.

“I’m not exactly skinny,” she muttered and gave me a side eye.

“And thank fuck for that,” I blurted out, the lightbulb finally going off for me. “Christ, a guy wants a woman like you. I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re a goddess. You are absolutely gorgeous, and I don’t ever want to hear you say otherwise.”

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