Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Neither of us speaks a word. He sucks in a sharp breath the second his penis goes hard between us. Triumph surges through me and I have no idea why. I like that I can make this happen to him. It makes me struggle to find my own breath to fill my lungs.
He shifts, his hips slightly moving, making his penis dig into me. It’s so wonderfully hard. Like a thick stick made of river rock. I have the urge to put my hand around him and rub on it.
Now we’re both struggling to breathe.
“Y-Your cock is hard,” I whisper, unable to keep silent any longer.
He groans, nuzzling his nose against mine. “My cock is out of control.”
“Need me to help you get it under control?” I ask, a tremor of anticipation running through me, though I have no idea what that would entail.
He groans and his lips peck at my cheek. Heat floods through me at the simple kiss. There was no tongue involved and yet I find myself replaying it over and over and over again inside my mind.
“I have to go, Rae. I just needed to make sure you were okay first.”
My heart squeezes in my chest. It’s probably the nicest thing Ryder has ever said to me. Everything about him feels nice right now. His body, his words, his mouth, his cock.
I want to kiss him on the mouth with tongue and teeth.
When I start to slide my hand down his stomach to feel his hard cock and help him get it settled, he lets out a strangled sound and then stumbles away from me. The loss is immediate, chilly air penetrating my flesh and soaking into my bones. I cross my arms over my chest, hoping to hold onto some of his leftover warmth.
“Ryder,” I whine, frustration in my voice.
I want him to stay. I want to keep exploring whatever this strange thing is between us.
“We, uh, can’t,” Ryder mutters. “That can’t happen.”
He takes off, stomping away from me without another word. I’m bewildered by the fact he knew exactly what I was thinking. Did I say it out loud?
Shame bleeds through the lingering pleasure of our stolen moment, reminding me that he’s right.
Whatever that was can’t happen.
He’s my brother.
A sister and brother aren’t meant to be anything more than friends.
Now, if only I could convince my pattering heart and trembling body…
* * *
* * *
The clouds above are menacing and warn of an impending storm. Because of the cloud cover, it’s nearly impossible to see in the dark forest. Dad and Owen lead the way with Rowdy and Ryder trailing behind. Me and Logan bring up the rear. The other hunting group went out farther south so we could cover more ground in the overall direction we think the rapists went.
Since we don’t want to give ourselves away, Dad has instructed we hunt without flashlights or lanterns. All that can be heard is the crunching of boots on sticks and fallen limbs and leaves. Occasionally, I hear a grunt or a whisper.
We travel this way for several hours. If I had to guess, it’s nearing midnight. The wind has picked up and I’m glad I layered up on clothes. My backpack grows heavier with each step, making me wish we could take a break soon.
“We can catch up,” Logan murmurs, voice soft and barely audible. “Let’s sit for a minute.”
The sounds of the others grow more and more distant as we come to a halt. Soon, it’s quiet again aside from our panting and the crickets singing nearby. Logan captures my bicep in his firm hold, sending a hot thrill shooting down my spine straight to my dick.
Not now, man.
Of all the times to lust after someone, this is absolutely the worst time as we hunt down his wife’s assailants. I attempt to squash all sexual thoughts as Logan guides me to a fallen log. We sit down on it, close enough our thighs brush against each other’s. Logan rummages around in his pack before he pulls something out. In the darkness, I can’t exactly see what it is, but when I smell something savory, I imagine it’s beef jerky.
A strip of beef brushes against my lips. Is he feeding me or did he mean to hand it to me but some made it to my mouth instead?
I reach up and take hold of the offering, my fingers accidentally brushing over his. He lets out a soft breath and I wonder if he’s onto me. I’m obviously stupidly pining over this man and am having trouble hiding it.
Distracting myself, I take a bite of the beef jerky and attempt to think of anything except the nearness of Logan or the touch of his thigh against mine. Anything.
“How does your dad feel about you being gay?” Logan asks, voice a mere whisper.