Page 161 of A Wreck, You Make Me

“What?”

“You’re always telling me to talk so I thought… I thought I’d tell him we did it. We had a family. All of us. And we’re happy. We have everything he never did and he never will.”

I chuckle again, a tear streaming down my cheek. “How did that make you feel?”

He shakes his head again or more like rolls his forehead against mine. “Shitty.”

Another chuckle. “It’s okay. I know. It’ll get better. I’ll be with you. We’ll do it together.”

He squeezes my waist, his eyes penetrating. “I can’t… I can’t live without you.”

“Me neither,” I say truthfully. Then, “It’s going to be hard though. The world. Your team…”

While our family seems to be okay with our relationship, to the rest of the world, we’re still stepsiblings, aren’t we? I know it doesn’t feel like it and he only found out about it recently, but the world is cruel. Especially when you live on top of it like he does. They’ve already suspended him for the next five games because of the video. And if we go public with our relationship, there’s bound to be backlash. What if he loses his place on the team?

It’s as if he can read my thoughts—and he can—he goes, “I’m the best player on their team. That’s why all they did was suspend me instead of firing me outright. They know they can’t lose me. And I can’t lose you.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll make it easy,” he continues, his eyes fierce, his words a vow. “I’ll do everything in my power to keep you safe. To keep our family safe. I’ll?—”

I put my thumb on his soft lips. “I know. I believe you.” Then, stroking his jaw again, “I’ll keep you safe too.”

He stares at me a beat. “I love you.”

My heart takes flight in my chest, and I smile. “I love you too.”

In the next breath, we’re kissing. We’re more than kissing. We’re pulling at each other’s hair and tugging at each other’s clothes. The familiar heat runs through my body and melts all my inhibitions. I’m writhing in his lap like I’ve done a million times and he’s pushing into my body in response.

I tear my mouth away from him. “But your hand, we need to?—”

“My hand’s fine,” he growls before coming back to the kiss.

I rip away once again, panting. “What if someone comes? They s-saw us go in here and?—”

“They’re not.”

“But—”

He grabs my throat then and oh God, I melt. I become liquid in his arms as he rasps against my jaw, “Are you trying to stop me, baby?”

My belly is all heavy and fluttery and I arch against the door. “N-no…”

He squeezes my throat, his thumb digging into his favorite thing, my jugular. “No what?”

I jerk and I feel such ache deep in my belly, my pussy that I moan. Then, “No, Sir.”

He shudders against me. Then, licking his lips, he rumbles, “Good girl.”

And then, we’re back to kissing and pulling at each other, and I don’t care about anything in the world. Not in this moment except being as close to him as I can be. To revel in this connection of ours. In this love that both makes us and wrecks us at the same time.

Except, just as he thrusts our clothes aside and enters my body in that hurt-y, glorious way, I remember something. Pulling him closer to me and fisting his hair, I whisper in his ear, “I didn’t take my birth control pill today.”

He freezes, moves back and gives me his eyes, full of questions, full of hope and I smile. “I love you.”

He studies my face for a bit before his lips pull into a lopsided smile. “I fucking love you too.”

With that, he starts moving inside of me and I pray that this be the moment we make our own family together.

THE END