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  I remain in place as she burns in pleasure, only sliding my cock out when I notice her breathing returning to normal.

  Rolling to the side, I lie on my back and turn to her, placing my hands on her waist and pulling her into me. Moving with fast cat-like movements, she climbs on top of me, straddling me while she grabs my cock with both of her hands. I have to hold my breath and close my eyes so that I don’t come right here and now. Somehow, I manage to resist.

  “You’re perfect,” she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. Her lips are slightly parted, an expression of anxiety on her face. I feel the fucking gears inside my head starting to turn as I try to decode her words.

  “Me? You’re the perfect thing, babe,” I reply, having no idea about what’s she fucking talking about. Women tell me I’m perfect all the fucking, but coming from her mouth…it just sounds like she doesn’t even realize how truly perfect she is.

  “I mean it.”

  “You should see yourself through my own eyes then,” I tell her with a grin.

  “I just can’t control myself…” She raises her hips slightly, angling my cock so that its tip is rubbing against her pussy lips. “Something about being with you…I just lost all sense of reason and turned into...”

  She continues to rub my tip against her pussy, moving it up and down with slow teasing movements. I can feel desire fucking pulsing through me, my cock straining against the grip she has on it.

  “I turned into a woman totally possessed by lust. I need this…and I need it bad.”

  As she speaks, she lowers herself over my cock, allowing one inch to slide inside of her.

  She’s teasing me but, in a sense, this isn’t teasing at all. It’s almost as if she’s teasing herself.

  Let’s put a stop to that.

  I thrust upward, trying to ram my cock deep inside of her, but she resists.

  “No,” she says, a commanding tone in her voice. She’s fucking torturing me and she knows it. “I want to savor it…I want to enjoy this.”

  Well, that’s a pretty thing to say, but it’s not like it’s going to make me stop now.

  I hook my fingers on her hips and pull her down as hard as I can, thrusting upward at the same time. My cock pushes past her folds, and straining against her inner walls, goes all the way in.

  Stacy throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she sighs heavily.

  I reach for her breasts, squeezing them both as we start to rock our bodies against one another. She places her hands on top of mine, making me grab her harder; swaying her hips wildly, she then takes the lead and rides me as if this is the last time she’s going to be with a man. My cock nestled deep inside of her pussy, I close my eyes as I feel her body moving, my hands going down from her breasts to her ass. I slap her cheeks—once, twice—and then I squeeze them both as hard as I can, moving my hips upward and trying to match her movements.

  It only takes a few seconds for the motion of our bodies to match, almost as if we were one. She leans into me then, locks of her hair brushing against my chest, and presses her lips against mine. We kiss as if our mouths were drawn to fit in one another, our tongues dancing in circles as I start to thrust harder.

  “I’ll take care of you,” I whisper into her ear, suddenly realizing that it’s not just about the way she looks or how she feels on my cock. It’s much more than that. Fuck, I’m wrapped around Stacy as much as her pussy is wrapped around me.

  She starts riding me harder, moaning louder as if she didn’t care any longer if my fucking stepbrother hears us.

  “I promise, I’ll take care of you” I say, this time out loud. I’m saying it to her as much as I’m saying it to myself. I don’t know why the fuck I’m saying shit like this, but I mean it…and I’ve decided this with my cock twelve fucking inches deep inside of her.

  “I know...I know…And there’s no other place where I’d rather be than…” she whispers, bucking her hips with such viciousness that I can’t help but groan. “Here...” she continues, getting the words out despite her hard breathing. “With you!”

  With that, she explodes again, her pussy spasming and massaging my shaft as she digs her fingernails into my chest.

  Breathing heavily while her body convulses, she claws at my chest, her fingernails leaving red marks across my pectorals.

  I keep thrusting while she comes, feeling my own body close to the breaking point.

  Two hard thrusts and I’m almost ready to join her, my cock spasming harshly against her inner walls. In a heartbeat, I’m gushing a torrent of cum inside of her, each spasm of my member sending electric waves of pleasure up my spine, every single muscle in my body tensing up to the point of ripping apart. It’s almost unbearable.

  “Fuck…” I mutter through my gritted teeth, fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I keep coming for what seems like forever, thick strands of semen dripping from her pussy and onto my shaft.

  Sighing, she waits for my cock’s spasms to subside, and she finally climbs down from my body. But instead of simply rolling to the side, she goes on her knees and leans forward, her parted lips meeting my now cock.

  She takes it in her mouth and sucks hungrily, moving her lips down my shaft and cleaning it dry. As she goes back, my cock pops out of her mouth; she grabs it gently, tilts her head sideways and starts licking the whole length of my shaft before finally scooping up all the cum that pooled at the base.

  I lay back as she licks me dry, still trying to catch my fucking breath. I say nothing; fuck, I can’t even think straight right now, pleasure still coating my mind.

  Stacy goes to my side as she finishes, one arm across my chest as she inches closer to me. I turn to her, and she loses no fucking time; she presses her mouth against mine, the salty flavor of my semen hitting me immediately.

  We kiss as if there was nothing else in the whole fucking universe but us, the cum in her mouth dripping into mine as our tongues wrestle against one another. When she pulls back, there are a few drops of cum on my chin, making their way down my jawline; smiling, she scoops them up with the tip of her tongue.

  “I’m not the only one in need of some cleaning up,” I whisper, my heart still beating like a motherfucker.

  My hands on her waist, I turn her around and pull her into me; she doesn’t take long to realize what I intend to do, and climbs on top of me, easing herself down on my mouth.

  Swaying her hips, she rubs her drenched pussy against my lips, cum dripping down from her folds and into my open mouth. I open it as wide as I can, feeling my warm semen sliding from inside of her and down to my tongue.

  Fuck, what’s this? I’m losing my mind around Stacy, that much is for sure.

  Rolling to the side and laying on the grass again, she presses her body against mine. We say nothing for a long fucking while, simply staring at the blue sky over our heads as we hear our own ragged breathing, exhaustion lacing our bodies.

  Then, hesitant, I feel her reaching for my hand. She grabs it, gently squeezing my fingers, and I squeeze back.

  We remain in silence, the warm sunlight tumbling over our bodies as if they were trying to caress our naked skin. I’ve never been what I’d call a romantic, but this… This right here, this is what turns rugged men into soft ones.

  “You’re special…” I finally manage to say, the words coming out of my mouth as if I wanted to say them all along. “I don’t know what it is about you, Stacy, but I never wanted someone as much as I do you.”

  She responds by squeezing my hand harder and I smile absently, knowing that for once I’m saying the right fucking thing to the right woman. “We’ll figure this out.”

  “I hope so…I really do,” she says, whatever there is between us suddenly becoming very fucking real.

  Chapter 13

  Nolan

  My conversation with Kieran keeps on running through my head over and over again.

  I know to some degree that he's right, but he doesn't know that I got so deep into gambling that I cou
ldn't find my way out again. I went a little crazy with the partying lifestyle and for a while I was practically living in Vegas, just racking up more and more debt.

  Hey, you can't win all the time—but I thought I was fucking invincible. Imagine how bad it must have been for me to go crawling to Percy for help. I made the mistake of telling him my secrets one drunken night.

  He's the kind of guy you never want to lose your wits around. You have to keep up your guard whenever you’re with Percy—the guy’s constantly plotting and scheming for a way to pull you down.

  It doesn't matter who you are: if he can manipulate you in any way to his advantage then he’ll fucking do it. He’s a douchebag, yes, but he’s a smart douchebag. He knows how to dig up on dirt on people like no one I've ever seen.

  I confided to him about my money problems and it was the biggest fucking mistake of my life. He acted all cool and caring and he took care of the debts, but now he’s using it as my potential financial ruin. Holding it over my head. Fucking blackmailing me.

  Fuck. I hate being in my father's house like this, at odds with my brother and being Percy’s goddamn lapdog. He's always been the enemy and now, unfortunately, I find myself on his side. Not by choice or my any type of alignment with his values, but out of fucking obligation.

  Because of him, I’ve lost my brothers. But how could I ever reveal to them how sorely mismanaged my life is?

  It's impossible. I have more pride than that.

  To make things more complicate, the other part of my mind is fixated on Stacy. I fucking hate that she probably sees me as Percy's helper. I personally will never condone what he's doing to her. I don't know what the details of the situation are between them, but one thing is certain: I will find a way to protect Stacy, even if it means my own disgrace.

  That girl is fucking perfect.

  I've seen a lot of women, especially during my time in Vegas. None compare to her. I wasn’t expecting such a gorgeous woman to enter my life, but fucking hell, I want to make myself thoroughly acquainted with her in every possible way.

  I’ve made up my mind—I will fuck her brains out before I'm finished here. She hasn't had a true man until she's had me. Of that I’m certain. One taste of my cock and she'll be eating out of the palm of my hand, begging for more.

  I’m upstairs in the main loft considering all of this when I start to hear the screaming.

  Stacy.

  I have one thought—I have to get to her. I fly down the stairs and follow the noise. It's coming from the formal dining room at the end of the hall. I go down the grand corridor, anxious to find her, to make sure she's okay.

  Fucking finally, I get there. Swinging open the large carved wooden doors, I see them both sitting at opposite ends of the mahogany table. The thing must extend twenty feet. She’s at one end, crying, and Percy's at the other berating her to death.

  "You fucking whore,” he rails. “I would never have brought you here if I knew what a slut you would be with my brothers. I swear to God, if you tell them one single goddamn thing about me I will destroy you. You got it?"

  She's crying and she looks like a total mess. It makes me crazy that Percy’s brought her to this.

  "What the fuck, Percy? She doesn't deserve this.” I tell him, rage making my blood boil. “Aren't you supposed to be fucking married to her?"

  I go to her side and try to comfort her. I still don’t really know her, but she’s so fucking beautiful. All I want to do is to sweep her up in my arms and take her away from this asshole.

  She deserves so much better.

  I wipe her tears away. "Are you okay?"

  She draws in a shaky breath. "No, Nolan. I’m not okay. None of this is okay."

  "Don't fucking talk to her, Nolan. She’s my wife," Percy tells me, menace in his eyes, but I just shoot him a death glare.

  "Fuck, Percy. Don't be such an asshole. We all know it's a hoax anyway. Let’s be real. There's no fucking way she’s pregnant."

  "Fuck you, Nolan. I dare you to defy me. You better watch out or you’ll be ruined…and I think we both know what that means."

  Fucking bastard. He knows he has me right where he wants me, but I'm over it. All I care about now is comforting Stacy, the poor girl. I want to take her out of here.

  Instead, I say, "Percy, just fucking leave. You have what you want. You've tormented her enough. Now get the fuck out."

  "You better watch it, Nolan, or I promise you that our little deal will be over. All it takes is one phone call from me to end your life."

  "Shut the fuck up!" I'm in his face now and he cowers, but continues to hurl insults at Stacy.

  "She's a whore! She's already fucked every man walking around this place. How could you ever want trash like that? You know…I'm almost sorry I married her."

  I shove him out of the room and lock the doors. I hear him telling me again that I better be careful. He's probably right—I do need to watch my step because I know he won't hesitate to pull my funding. I'll be in deeper debt with guys in Vegas, and they’re the last people you want to owe anything to.

  But Stacy is all I want to think about now. Not my debt. Not the blackmail. Certainly not fucking Percy.

  I want to help her and taste her and fuck her. I'll help her forget this nightmare. Hell, she’ll help me forget it too.

  Chapter 14

  Stacy

  I stare at the wood-paneled walls and ceiling through my teary eyes. I can't stop crying. I've never had someone yell at me like that and be so vicious.

  The things Percy said shouldn’t have affected me—normally I'm strong, but he just knows how to use his tongue as a weapon. I’m doubting myself because of what he said.

  But more than that, I feel upset because he made me feel like my family isn’t safe.

  Nolan is holding me, caressing my hair. At least there’s that.

  He's basically the one who saved me from Percy's wrath. God, what the fuck is wrong with that man? I don't know why Percy cares who I sleep with, as long as I go along with his stupid plan. It’s not like anyone here believes I’m actually pregnant.

  But he's got me under his thumb, I have no choice in the matter. You’d think the least he could do is be nice to me and pretend like he cares about me as his wife. But what am I talking about? I know Percy, and he’d never do that. It’s almost as if he doesn’t care if people see through our fake relationship.

  He doesn’t care about what might happen to me. We’ll be exposed, and if that happens then who knows what will happen to the people I love? Is that what he wants? An excuse to follow through on his threats?

  God, I hate Percy for this. This whole thing is ridiculous, a sham. I'm not sure how much longer Percy can hold onto the charade because things seem to be disintegrating into chaos inside this house.

  Nolan holds my face in his large hands. "Why was Percy so angry? Why was he saying all those things?"

  I look at Nolan and take in his chiseled features. He’s really gorgeous but beyond that, I admire him because he came to my rescue. I can see a really good guy in there. I feel like maybe I can trust him.

  I still have to keep my arrangement with Percy a secret, but I feel like I need to disclose to Nolan what's happened here, and it's not going to be easy.

  I bite my lip and take a deep breath before diving in. "The thing is, I slept with both your brothers,” I manage to say, my heart tightening into a fist the moment the words roll out from between my lips.

  “First Carter, and then Kieran. That's why Percy was slut-shaming me." I finish, and then I almost regret it—what if Nolan shames me as well? What if he thinks just as badly of me as Percy?

  I don’t know if I can handle that. Because even though he’s the brother I know the least, I still can’t stop what’s going on inside me—this need to get to know him. And to know what it feels like to have him inside of me.

  Nolan peers at me as if he's trying to see straight through to my soul. I wonder what he's thinking and if I’ve upset him. I fe
el afraid of his reaction because, despite my relationship with his two brothers, I want Nolan. I don’t care if that makes me selfish. It’s what I want.

  He's solemn now, and I know he's thinking about what to say.

  "So, you slept with them?"

  "I did."

  "Okay,” he breathes out, a small smile on his lips. “That's good to know."

  I hug his neck but resist the urge to plant soft kisses along it. I see his lips and want to kiss them, to taste him.

  Still, I resist.

  I don’t know what he thinks and where we stand. Does he even want to fuck me? Does he think of me in the same way I think of him? Ever since I laid eyes on him, I've imagined how it would be to have him inside of me. Any woman who sees Nolan probably thinks that way. Maybe I'm just part of the mix.

  Though my body is lusting for Nolan, my feelings are still hurt by Percy. His words cut into me like a knife. No one ever wants to be slut-shamed, least of all me.

  I’m confident in myself and in my sexuality. I have nothing to hide. And I won’t be berated for being who I am.

  It's not my fault that Percy's brothers turned out to be insanely hot.

  And besides, I don't know why Percy even cares. I told him that I’m going to do whatever I want—he’s gay anyway, so why does he even care? But that still really pissed him off for some reason.

  The memory of what he said to me makes me shudder in Nolan's arms. Percy threatened my family and told me that I’d better stay in line or he would destroy everything. If I don't follow through my commitment to him we could lose our family home, the business, everything.

  Normally I would tell a guy like Percy off, but with so much at stake, I have to keep my anger at bay. I have to stuff it all down and hide how I really feel.

  Having Nolan to lean on is definitely helping, though. The feel of his strong arms around me makes me feel like maybe it all with be okay. At least I can find solace here with him in this moment.