Page 12 of Rules We Break

“Of course we do.” His mother scoffs, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

Frustration courses through me. “Then go show him. Because all you’ve done up until now is show how proud of his brother you are, and he deserves to know that you’re proud of him. I’m not going to pick apart why you’ve been acting so horribly because me getting even more pissed off isn’t going to help anyone. You still have time to go fix it. Show him that you’re proud of Who. He. Is.” I punctuate each word with a point of my finger and keep going. “That you see how hard he’s been working.”

“Miss, I know you mean well, but Alex is an athlete. A successful one, but we’re an academic family. He showed great potential when he was younger and wasted it on hockey.”

That’s it. I hurl my words at them. “I can either help you appreciate him, or I can help him cut you ungrateful bitches out of his life because hehasa family who loves him. Who will always be proud whether he’s on the ice or not. We’re proud of him because of who he is. He’s not amazing because he’s successful. He’s successful because he’s amazing. I refuse to believe you don’t love him. Because how could you not? How could you not when I love him with every beat of my heart. Every breath I take. I expect to see you at that party. I expect you to show your oldest son as much love as you do your other. Because we’re not putting up with this anymore.” I toss down a piece of paper with the party's information on it, and spin only to be lifted into giant arms against a warm hard chest.

Alex walks us out of the house, my feet dangling off the ground as he squeezes me harder.

“I love you so much.” his words rumble against me, and wool clad arms wrap around us both.

“I didn’t overstep?” My nerves start to settle in now that the adrenaline has dissipated.

“Are you kidding me? That was so fucking hot.” Alex bites the sensitive curve of my neck sending shivers down my back.

River hums. “I say fuck them. You two are all I’ve ever wanted, and we don’t need them.”

“Did you just wax poetically?” Even though I can’t see him, I can hear the smile in Alex’s voice.

“Only for you.”

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An hour later we’re tucked onto the private plane. Instead of row upon row of seats there are four seats, two sets facing each other with a table in between at the front of the plane, and we’re sitting on a long sofa at the back with a TV mounted on the wall. The interior is a dark gray, and screams guy vibes. I really need to ask River who his friend is.

Alex shifts, and his quads flex under my ass. I’ve been sitting on his lap since we got in here, I swear he hasn’t let my feet hit the ground since we left his parents’ house.

River’s been watching us with a mix of heat and amusement at how his boyfriend’s behaving. Alex moves again, and this time I feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my thigh. I rock my hips, drawing out a guttural moan from between his lips that encourages me to go further. I spin in his lap, straddling him. A hiss flows through my teeth as he perfectly aligns himself against my clit. His hooded gaze meets mine, and he leans in, capturing my mouth. His tongue is smooth, and soft, exploring every inch of my mouth. I hum, and he grips my ass, pressing me harder against his length, causing me to gasp.

“Right there.” My words come out breathy, as I search for the friction I need, but there are too many layers of clothing and I let out a frustrated grunt.

Alex laughs and bites my bottom lip lightly. “Feeling feisty?”

My skin is heated, and my core is throbbing with the need to be touched. “More like desperate.”

A low rumble falls from his chest, and his mouth crashes over mine, devouring me in seconds.

River must have moved behind me, because his firm hands skirt below the hem of my shirt and at an achingly slow pace make their way up my sides, until his thumbs graze the sensitive skin below my breast.

“Have you ever wanted to be fucked on a plane, Love?” River’s voice is dark and smoky and yanks on a cord that leads straight to my core.

“Not until now.” I rasp and Alex chuckles against my mouth.

“That’s my girl.” River says, and backs away. I have to crane my head to see him. “I want you both naked.” He points to me. “Then sit on his lap, your back against his chest. I want to eat my pussy.”

I can hardly breathe as his words ricochet within me. I’ve never wanted anything so bad. Alex helps strip me down, before making quick work of his own. By the time I’m in position, River’s standing in front of us. Shirt off, pants undone and cock in his hand. He’s stroking it from root to head as he takes us in, sitting exactly how he told us. A sinister grin pulls up the corner of his lip, he likes the power he holds over us.

He drops to his knees and pushes mine, up and over the outside of Alex’s, so I’m spread wide for him.

Dark eyes meet mine. “You were perfect today. Defending our family.” His gaze dips between my thighs, where I’m already wet, and he trails his tongue over his teeth. “I think that deserves a treat. Don’t you?”

Alex groans as I squirm in his lap, his cock pressed between us.

“Whatever you’re thinking, River, I need you to do it now because I’m going to explode just sitting here with her.” Alex says and rocks his cock into me with a grunt to prove his point.

River chuckles and brings his mouth just above where I’m aching for him, his soft breaths heating my clit. I have to force myself to not reach for his hair, and pull him into me, knowing that it’ll just make him tease us longer.

I know what he wants. “Please. Please, River. Make us cum.”

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