Crashing over the edge into an explosive orgasm, she cried out. “Beckett!” Wave after wave of euphoria washed over her, her insides seeming to shatter into a million pieces before coming back together in the most delicious way. Panting, she stared up at him, unsure of what to do next.
Standing, Beckett pushed his grey sweats down his legs, exposing himself to her. Lola’s eyes widened as she drank him in, fixing her gaze on his hard cock. He had enough of his wits about him to fish a condom out of his pocket, not wanting to be irresponsible with her. He might have had an endless chain of lovers, but there would only ever be one Lola and he’d be damned if they weren’t careful.
Resuming his place on the bed with her, he took her lips in a passionate kiss. He poured every bit of emotion into it, wanting her to know just how much he felt for her. She responded immediately, her body already recognizing its mate.
Lola was still riding the high of her first orgasm. It was forbidden what they’d done and logically she knew that. But illogically, she couldn’t deny that she’d wanted him for longer than she’d admitted to herself. Never in her wildest imaginations did she think he’d feel the same way.
Moving between her legs, Beckett paused to savour the moment. She was so damn beautiful; her dark hair framed her face, expressive eyes gave away every part of her heart. Her breasts were the perfect size with their rosy pink nipples, he could spend hours pleasuring them. Her legs were trim and muscular from her love of jogging; nothing felt better than them nestled next to his. He hated that he was about to cause her pain, but was also thrilled it was him, and not some loser from school that wanted in her pants for bragging rights only.
Unable to deny himself any longer, he gave her another hard kiss. “Brace yourself, baby,” he warned her and she gave a slight nod. He thrust forward into her, not wanting to prolong the anticipation of pain. She stiffened in response, a small cry escaping her lips. Her pussy clamped down on him, almost protesting the intrusion, but in seconds her body relaxed. She felt so fucking good — tight, wet and most importantly, his.
He set a slow pace at first, wanting her to get used to the feeling of him being inside her. Her fingertips were clawing into his back and nothing had ever felt so damn good. She was perfect in every way.
The initial discomfort subsided quickly for Lola. Beckett raised her legs to wrap them around his waist and she gasped when the angle allowed him to slide deeper into her. Baring his teeth, he grunted as he fought to maintain control. He ached to carve himself into her, brand her skin and force her to never look at another man. No one else would be tolerated in Lola’s life. She belonged entirely to him.
Not wanting her pleasure to end, he reached between their bodies and teased her nub, desperate to feel her reach the apex of desire while he was wrapped up in her.
“Beckett,” she begged, unsure what she was asking for. Her body felt like it was on fire, hurtling her towards another precipice she didn’t know if she could handle.
“I got you, baby. Come with me.”
Feeling brave, she took his lead and let her hand travel between them. Finding his hard length, she traveled downwards and cupped his balls, massaging them. “Fuck!” he shouted, close to finding his own release.
Pleased, Lola matched his intensity, thrusting her hips up to meet his. In seconds, they both crashed into bliss, collapsing into a tangle of sweaty limbs.
Harsh pants escaped Lola as she lay spent, basking in the afterglow of what they’d done. Beckett rolled over and placed a small kiss on her forehead, rising to get cleaned up. Once finished, he kneeled beside her bed, using one head to stroke the messy hair back from her face.
“You’re fucking incredible, Lola.”
Smiling at him, Lola shook her head. “I’m not...but that, that was amazing. I didn’t know it would be like that. I really don’t know why I waited so long.” At her admission, Beckett’s expression hardened.
“You waited because it was meant to be with me. You’re mine, dear sister,” he told her. Lola, who had just been making an innocent observation, felt sharp unease dart through her at his words. Not trusting herself to speak, she simply nodded.
My God. I just fucked my step-brother.
Chapter Five
Lola’s feet pounded the pavement in a furious beat, matched only by the rapid beating of her heart. At her side, Barkey happily kept up the pace, he always did love to get out for a good run. After what had transpired between her and Beckett, she’d needed to escape. Clearing her head was the only way she was going to make sense of the tailspin her life was currently trapped in. Flashes of Beckett’s hands and mouth covering every inch of her body cycled through her mind, the intensity of their connection threatening to consume her. To erase parts of who she was.
While she didn’t necessarily regret what happened, she wasn’t pleased about it either. No, there was no blood relation between them, but they’d still been living as brother and sister for several years. What was her mother going to say when she found out what she’d done? As hard as she tried, she also couldn’t ignore the fact
