Page 54 of Blood

I shove his arm away. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Kaleb looks over, bewildered. “You think I want you sobbing in my car? This is killing me, Samantha. I don’t want you hurting. I just want you. I want us to be happy.”

“Happy?” My laugh sounds hollow. “You think fucking my brother makes me happy?”

“I am not your brother!” he roars, looking away from the road.

“But that’s what everyone thinks. It’s what people will say.”

“Who gives a fuck?”

“I do!” I scream, stabbing a finger into my chest. “People will talk, Kaleb. Mom and Dad . . .” I’m unable to finish the thought aloud.

“Mom and Dad will not walk away from you. No matter what, you won’t lose the family,” he promises.

“What about you? You’re my best friend. What if this ends badly? We can’t go back.” I gulp air, my tears finally slowing.

“If this ends?” Kaleb repeats. “It’s not ending, Samantha,” he states like it’s a matter of fact, his voice taking on an authoritative tone that’s usually followed up with a spanking. “I’m done fighting.”

Why do those words make me want to cry again?

I huff out a breath and wipe my face. “You’ll find someone else, Kaleb. You’re funny and sweet. Stern but soft. Any womanwill be lucky to have you,” I whisper, barely able to get the last few words out.

His gaze keeps flicking from the road to me.

“And so will I. I’ll marry a sweet guy from out of town, someone who can look at me the way Daniel looks at Charlie, without everyone losing their minds because he will have no connection to this family.” The words leave a sour taste in my mouth. I don’t want some dope from out of town. I want Kaleb.

“The fuck we will.” Kaleb chuckles, but it sounds bitter and mean. “Nothing is perfect, Sam. Not even those two. You wanna be like them? Fine. I’ll show you exactly how our brother got that wife of his.”

My brows furrow. Before I can ask what he means, his large hand releases my seat belt, then grips the back of my neck.

His left hand drops to his lap, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. His knees steady the steering wheel.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I screech.

“Giving us exactly what we both need.”

His cock is hard and leaking as he frees it from his pants. He’s large and thick.

My body clenches, remembering the feel of him inside me.

“We can’t,” I resist, trying to pull away, but his hold stays firm, lowering my head into his lap.

“We are. You are.”

His left hand returns to the wheel while his right holds me over his shaft. I watch as it twitches with every puff of my breath.

Kaleb may not be able to see it, but my body is just as aroused as his.

“Suck, Samantha.”

Despite my earlier words, I want this just as much as he does, so I do as I’m told.

I stop fighting myself, turn off my brain, and just give in.

“Ahhh.” His cry of pleasure echoes through the small space when my mouth engulfs him.

I don’t give him time to adjust. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck. I make shallow movements at first, but the hand on my nape is heavy and insistent, forcing my mouth farther down his erection.