Firecracker, page 17
He nodded. “Anything you want me to grab you?” he asked, heading for the kitchen.
“Doritos,” I called out.
I turned back to Gypsi with the tightness still in my chest. It wasn’t easing. I didn’t like Sax looking at her. Thinking about her. This wasn’t my normal reaction with females. I might need to be concerned. This was friends who fucked. I didn’t do anything but friends. Gypsi didn’t know the me that sliced men up. She would hate me if she knew. My throat felt like it was closing. What the hell was that about?
“You okay?” she asked, stepping close to me and touching my arm.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I told her, forcing a smile.
She frowned. “You sure? I’m the one who is supposed to be having a crisis. Not you.”
That did make me smile.
Leaning down, I kissed her. “You’re not having a crisis, but if you try to leave this house, then I’ll have a fucking crisis.”
“Trev,” she sighed. “I wish you wouldn’t say things like that to me.”
“Why, Lollipop?”
She stepped back from me and looked so damn sad. I didn’t like it. “Because we are stepsiblings with benefits.”
I needed her to finish that thought.
“And?” I asked.
“And that is it. Don’t confuse me.”
I wanted to confuse her. I wanted her to need me. To not leave me. To not want another man. I just didn’t want a relationship. It was fucking selfish, but I was addicted to her. My actions were no longer my fault.
Twenty-Six
Gypsi
Trev and Saxon stood there and watched me make my way around the table, sinking four balls before I looked up at them. Trev looked amused.
“I’d let you win, but I’m a bad loser,” I told him.
Saxon started laughing, and a grin broke out on Trev’s face. It had been tense up here, and this was the first time they both looked relaxed. I was glad I could make them smile. Trev had gotten very possessive when Saxon showed up. My guess was, this was because of Kentucky. But we’d been around Saxon since then. Why was tonight different?
“It’s okay, Lollipop. You keep bending over that table, and I’ll happily let you win,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes and went for the next shot. When it sank in, I glanced back up at him.
“Maybe we should let her finish, then sit out the next game so we get a turn,” Saxon suggested.
“Probably the only way we are going to get to play.”
I laughed and stepped back. “Fine, y’all can have a turn.”
Trev stepped over to me, sliding his hand over my butt. “Who taught you to play like that?”
“My mom,” I told him.
“We are getting her and Dad in here. I want to see her beat Dad’s ass at pool.”
“You two play. I’m hungry,” I told him before walking over to the minibar and getting some chocolate peanut butter pretzels.
I picked up my phone and scanned through the pictures Mom had sent me again. Garrett had gone all out. It had all looked magical. The look in Mom’s eyes made all the future heartache this would cause me seem worth it. I just struggled with the fact that she hadn’t even told me about the Mafia boss thing before saying yes. Before, it had been her life, but she was marrying into the Mafia, which apparently included me too. Now, it was our lives.
“I wonder how big that diamond is,” I muttered, looking at it.
“Thirty-seven carats,” Trev replied.
My jaw dropped as I looked up at him. “Thirty-seven carats? How do you know?”
“Blaise told me. Last wife only got eighteen carats.”
Holy crap. How much would that even cost? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Damn,” Saxon muttered.
“I didn’t know they made diamonds that big,” I said in amazement.
“You want to finish this game, Lollipop?” Trev asked me.
I shook my head. “No. It’s okay. Y’all go ahead.”
I finished studying the images, then went to sit on the sofa to watch them. They were talking now. Not the weird tension from before. I liked watching Trev like this. I liked it even more when his gaze found me. Who was I kidding? I liked all there was about Trev Hughes. I was beginning to understand my mom.
Trev won, and he held his cue stick in the air, grinning at me. He could be such a kid.
“Best two out of three?” Saxon asked.
Trev nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Okay.”
He set his cue down and walked over to pour some more whiskey in his glass. Just watching him walk was a turn-on. God, I needed to get a grip. Mom and Garrett would return tomorrow. There would be no more fucking all over the house. I had to stop acting like his girlfriend and make this stepsibling thing more believable. For my own self-preservation.
Standing up, I stretched, then picked up my juice and headed for the door.
“Where you going?” Trev asked.
“Letting y’all have male bonding without the stepsister in the way,” I replied with a grin.
Trev frowned. “No, seriously.”
“I think I’m going to the hot tub for a bit, and then I might get a shower. I don’t know yet. I’m not running away. Play your game. Have fun.” I turned and walked out the door before he could say anything more.
The hot tub idea sounded good now that I’d said it.
Deep thoughts were easier had in a massive hot tub with a waterfall view, I decided. Tomorrow, I was going to have a long talk with my mom. If she wanted me to live here, fine. But not forever. As soon as this thing with Trev ended, I was almost positive I’d have to leave. I wasn’t sure I could handle it otherwise. But if I could get a job and save up my money, then I could get my own apartment or some place that Garrett deemed safe. He had to own something I could rent somewhere.
My mom was going to be the wife of a Mafia boss. It was something I had to learn to work around. Deciding to have sex with my future stepbrother wasn’t the best idea I’d ever had, but I couldn’t regret it either. Trev had taught me that there was more to fucking than … well, fucking.
The back door opened, and Trev came walking out alone in swim trunks. They hung on his narrow hips, and the V cut in his lower stomach was one of my favorite places to lick and bite. He had two marks there now to prove it.
“You left me,” he said accusingly as he climbed into the hot tub.
“Where’s Saxon?” I asked.
“Gone. I won two games,” he informed me, sliding over until his body was pressed against mine.
“You didn’t invite him out here?”
Trev slid his hand between my thighs and squeezed. “This is our last night before our parents come back. I wasn’t sharing.”
I laughed. “I’m not leaving tomorrow. As you pointed out, I live here now.”
He groaned and pulled me into his lap. “And moving into my bedroom.”
I shook my head. “No, I am not.”
“I’m a good bed buddy,” he said softly as he tugged my top down, then circled one of my nipples with his tongue.
“Yes,” I breathed. “You are.”
I watched him as he switched from one side to the other.
“Then, say you’ll sleep in my bed at night.”
“What if I like it too much and don’t want to move out?”
Trev looked at me. “Then, you don’t.”
“You’re gonna get bored with me. You say you won’t, but that’s because it’s new.”
He grabbed my waist and moved me over his erection. “We’ve fucked so many times that I’ve lost count. Does that feel bored to you?”
I shook my head.
His teeth bit down hard on my breast, right above my nipple. I grabbed his arms and cried out. Before I could catch my breath, he moved to the other breast and did the same thing.
“God, I love your tits,” he growled.
“You’ve mentioned that before,” I said breathlessly.
“Have I mentioned how much I love your pussy?” he asked, standing me up and sitting me on the edge of the hot tub.
I nodded.
He grabbed my bottoms and pulled them down my legs before tossing them to the side. “You start talking about ending this, and I have to get inside you.” He shoved his trunks down and pushed my legs open, then ran the tip of his cock over my clit and down to the tight entrance.
I shifted closer, trying to get him to put it inside. His eyes lifted.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Put it in me,” I begged.
“Do you deserve it? You’ve been a bad girl today. You won’t agree to sleeping in my bed, and I’ve asked real nice.”
He continued rubbing me with it, teasing me with the sight of it so close.
“Trev, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me!”
His hands grabbed my hips, and he pressed into me. I let my head fall back as he started rocking his hips against me.
“It’s always so wet for me.”
I lifted my head back up and looked at him. “Choke me.”
One of his hands wrapped around my throat, gently squeezing.
“Call me names.”
His eyes burned into me. I knew this made him hot just as much as it bothered him. I could see it in his eyes.
“You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of it. Dirty little whore wants to ride my dick all the time.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
His hand tightened on my neck. “You want it hard and dirty?”
“Yes, please. Fuck me hard. Choke me. Make it hurt,” I begged.
He began slamming into me. I bent my knees, opening wider, and something about that seemed to snap whatever control he had.
“Fucking hot little slut. Taking my big dick in your pussy. Begging for my cum.”
I cried out from the pleasure that bordered on pain. This was what I wanted tonight. I fell apart as the orgasm hit me. Screaming his name as his hand stayed wrapped around my neck.
“I’m gonna come,” he groaned. “Fill that pussy up. Make it mine. GAH!” A guttural sound ripped through him as I felt him release inside me.
His hand slid down my chest, and then he pulled me against him. We stayed like that with our arms wrapped around each other as our breathing returned to normal.
“I keep thinking I won’t come as hard the next time. But I do,” he says with his face buried in my hair. “I fucking do. You’ve got some kind of voodoo pussy, I swear to God.”
I laughed against his chest. “Voodoo pussy?”
“Yeah. Its powers are dark, dangerous, and off the charts. You even get me to say terrible things, and I get off on it. Like right now. We finished. I got my nut, and I can’t pull out of the damn thing. I just want to stay in there.”
I closed my eyes. He was going to ruin me for all other men.
Twenty-Seven
Trev
“You’re fucking your stepsister,” Dad said as he leaned back in his office chair and put a cigar in his mouth.
“I’m not sure where you got your information.” I stopped talking when he took the cigar out and slammed his hand on the desk.
“DO NOT lie to me, Trevor. You were smooth, dodging the cameras. I’ll give it to you, but there was one camera you forgot about. I didn’t see all of it—thank fuck—but I saw enough to know how that ended.”
I winced. I’d been so damn careful about the security cameras. It must have been the one in the kitchen.
“Okay, fine, but I saw her before I knew who she was. And I tried not to do anything about it, but, damn, Dad, you put her up in this house with me. I like her. We get along. She’s fun to be around. It’s not like we’re gonna get in a relationship. It’s just sex. She’s not my stepsister yet.”
Dad was looking at me like I’d lost my mind. “She’s a woman, son. Women don’t just have sex. They get emotionally attached. They fall in love. They want more.” He pointed his cigar at me, held between his fingers. “Fawn can’t know about this. I’m in love with that woman. I’ve never fucking loved someone like I do her. She’s everything I wanted and could never find. You won’t fuck this up. I won’t let you send her packing. That daughter of hers is a replica. I get it. Hell, I can’t keep my damn hands off Fawn. But you using her daughter as a fuck buddy won’t work. Keep your dick in your goddamn pants.”
There was no way in hell I could do that. My dick was addicted to Gypsi.
“You sliced the fucker up who had been stalking her. I’m proud of that shit. To hear Blaise tell it, you’ve got more fucking Hughes in you than he does. But that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her. She doesn’t deserve to be used. She’s a Hughes now. They both are. We treat them like the fucking queens they are. Do you understand me? Protect her. But go fuck some other bitch. Gypsi is off-limits.”
Fucking hell! I didn’t want another woman. I wasn’t even sure I could get a damn hard-on for anyone else. “Dad, I can’t just push her away. We’ve become friends. We play pool together. I’m teaching her to ride. It’s not just fucking.”
“You can do all the other shit. Fawn is worried Gypsi is going to want to move into her own place. I’ve sold the goddamn camper, and their stuff arrives here today. I hate that damn thing,” he muttered. “Point is, you make her want to stay here. Don’t fuck her, make her get emotionally attached, then run the hell off once she sees one of those sluts bouncing on your dick at your pool parties. Be her brother. Be her friend.”
He was asking the impossible. I wanted to fucking shout how this was fucked up and I wouldn’t do it. Gypsi would want me, and I wasn’t going to be able to turn her down. She’d thought I was joking about the voodoo pussy, but I’d been serious.
“I’m not her brother,” I snarled.
“But you’re going to be. She wants to ride? Go take her to buy a horse. Give her a reason to stay here. I want Fawn so damn delirious with joy that she can’t stand it.”
“What do you mean, go buy her a horse?” I asked, praying he meant I was being told to take Gypsi on a road trip.
“Do some fucking research, find some horses for her, take her to see them. Buy her a goddamn horse. Make her love horses and forget about your damn dick.”
Was he seriously this delusional? He thought we could just turn it off like that. Told me to stop fucking her, then sending me on a horse-buying trip with her. This man was supposed to be a Mafia boss. He was losing his skills. It was time he retired and handed it to Blaise if he thought I was going to be able to take Gypsi off alone and not fuck the hell out of her.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, standing up.
“Go talk to her. Fix this shit. Stop it. Make sure Fawn doesn’t find out. And stop calling her Lollipop. It sounds dirty.”
I nodded and turned around, keeping a straight face because of all the fucking cameras in this room.
Blaise was waiting on the other side of the door when I stepped out and closed it behind me.
“I didn’t tell him shit about Gypsi,” he said. “You fucked that up with the camera in the kitchen.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I figured that one out.”
“It’s for the best in the long run. Might not seem like it now, but Garrett loves this one. She’s not going anywhere. He even mentioned semi-retirement.”
Fuck. That would mean Blaise would step up.
“I need to go handle some things,” I told him before heading for the stairs.
This morning, I’d gotten to wake up to her in my arms again. Giving that up was gonna be painful. I wasn’t sure I could. We needed to go on that horse shopping trip fucking soon.
Gypsi had left to go shopping with her mom. She hadn’t texted me to tell me. I’d heard it from Ms. Jimmie. It bugged me that she hadn’t thought to tell me. I didn’t want things to fucking change. My fist connected with the punching bag in our gym over and over while I tried to control the shit running through my head.
She’d crawled on top of me this morning and ridden me, looking like a goddamn goddess. Her hair all messy from sleep. Saying filthy shit with her husky, sleepy voice. Now, I didn’t even get a fucking text that she was leaving. And fucking Kye had driven them. He was the one keeping them safe. I didn’t like it.
“You beating the shit out of that bag have anything to do with your dad coming home?” Sax asked.
I turned to see him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, watching me.
“Yes,” I bit out. “What, did he summon you to talk about your new role in the family business?”
Sax shook his head. “No, I came to talk to you. Figured with the parents home, I’d be able to get you alone. You know, when your head isn’t on getting rid of me so you can have Gypsi all to yourself.”
I started punching again. If he was here to piss me off, today was not a good day.
“Not in the mood, Sax,” I said.
“Then, get in the mood. We’ve been best friends all our lives. This needs to be cleared up.”
I stopped and turned back to him. “She’s off-limits.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m not after her.”
“Then, what the fuck do you want to talk to me about?”
He raised his eyebrows. “About the fact that I don’t intend to ever make a move on Gypsi. And that you’re fucking lying to yourself if you think what you’re doing with her is some benefits bullshit.”
“We’re friends too,” I said, feeling less angry toward him now that I knew he wasn’t after Gypsi.
“I watched you torture a man with a knife, then kill him with a shot to the head, and you never even flinched.”
