Page 9 of Fires Creek
Jonas, Alex and I came waltzing in over an hour later, completely soaked and covered in mud. River ran to us, gripping us both in a bear hug, and exhaled so deeply I thought her lungs were going to implode.
“You should have waited for me!” she yelled.
“For what? To slow us down?” I quipped, retrieving our glasses from earlier and topping us up, again.
“Be nice, she doesn’t need to take shit from you after what she did for you earlier,” Jonas replied. No sooner had the words left his mouth, his eyes widened in panic.
“Pardon me? What do you mean earlier ?” River asked.
“Nothing, don’t worry.” Jonas replied, trying to avoid the conversation.
“Jonas?” she demanded, her voice raising as she questioned the man in front of us.
Her eyes narrowed into thin, angry slits as she turned to stare daggers at me.
“Wasn’t me, Peach. You watched me fuck her, Jonas?” I interjected, my cock twitching in my jeans.
Come on Jonas, let’s play.
“No. I didn’t… I don’t… I—” he stammered .
I closed the gap between us, flinging his headlamp to the ground, and staring into his eyes. A feral, hungry rage burned in my own as I moved closer to Jonas.
“Admit it, brother. You love to watch. You watched me fuck her. You watched her take my cock. You watched her cry and beg for me . You watched me stretch her and use her. You watched as I filled her pretty, pink cunt with cum. You watched me , and you fucking loved it.”
Am I really doing this?
“You aren’t my brother; you’re a fucking idiot.
I am so sick of your shit!” Jonas bellowed, his chest rising and falling viciously.
The bulge in his pants grew with each breath as I invaded his space.
The flickering candlelight barely illuminated the room, but I could feel the tension rising in the air.
Good boy, Jonas. I know you loved it. You’ve always watched me. Tonight, with River. 14 years ago, with the buckle bunny in the barn. You want me just as much as I want you, don’t you?
“I am so fucking glad I am not your brother, Jonas,” I replied, lust coating my every word. I peeled the headlamp from his head and stroked my calloused palm through his hair. “Because if I was, it would make what I’m going to do to you so. Much. Worse,” I enunciated slowly.
Fuck it.
I gripped Jonas’s hair firmly in my hand as I lunged for his mouth.
We crashed together, hungrily, roughly. Jonas moaned as I forced my tongue between his lips.
His body felt so good against me. His skin warm and slick with rainwater.
The way his lips tasted; I had dreamt of tasting those lips for years.
“I hate you,” Jonas groaned.
Intense heat dripped from us as we moved together in a delicious frenzy, I almost forgot River was still watching.
Our hands roamed each other's bodies, peeling off soaked layers of clothes.
His calloused palms felt so unfamiliar, but so right.
How he swirled himself around me, our tongues entwining as he deepened our kiss.
There was a desperate need between us. It felt like our souls were connecting through our bodies.
Lightning cracked outside, and the sound of thunder bellowed through the house. My heart fluttered as I exposed Jonas’s bare chest, which was covered in goosebumps. Beautiful. Jonas’s jeans hit the floor with a loud, wet thud as he reached for my zipper.
“Good, fuck me like you hate me,” I whispered, yanking at his jeans until we stood face-to-face in our underwear, staring at each other. Blind rage and lust crept over Jonas’s expressions in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
“Wait, no. I have a better idea.” I stopped for a moment, turning to look at River. A puzzled look washed over her face just as I smiled devilishly and said, “Fuck her like you hate me.”
Teddy’s breath smelt like whiskey and cigarettes as he closed the gap between us and flashed me his wicked smile.
His rough hands roamed my body; they felt so unfamiliar, but so fucking good.
His mouth was warm and inviting. His tongue plunged into me as he deepened our kiss.
God, I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d always wanted him.
“Fuck her like you hate me.”
Rivers' eyes flashed wide as she registered the words spilling from Teddy’s mouth. His face remained completely serious. Teddy reached for her hands, taking them into his own. He placed gentle kisses across the tendrils of ink that covered her knuckles.
“I don’t know…” she murmured softly, biting her perfect, pink lips.
But the soft twitch at the corner of her mouth told me she did know, and she was very willing.
Teddy guided her hands to my chest, assisting her in sliding them down my body, towards my achingly hard cock.
Her fingers felt so soft as they gently slid over my skin.
I felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Yet somehow, it was fucking bliss.
“Hmmm… Good girl, Peach,” he growled, moving himself behind her.
He nestled his mouth into the curve of her tattooed shoulder.
His tongue slipped from his mouth, tracing the soft lines of ink etched into her neck, until he reached her delicate earlobe and sucked.
A gentle moan escaped her lips. Her hands remained fixed above the waistband of my underwear.
I could feel her eyes wandering across the throbbing bulge beneath her.
She smelt like vanilla and citrus with a delicious, musky finish. I bet she tasted even better.
“Can I kiss you, Red?” My voice was shaky, but it’s all I had.
“Red, hey?” she questioned. A cheeky smirk danced on her face as she raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow playfully and winked at me.
“Fucking, come here,” I growled, my fingers plunging into her hair.
She was so fucking beautiful. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard and deep.
Our mouths moved in perfect harmony. I felt her hands find their way underneath my waistband and gently wrap around my pulsating erection.
God, her touch felt so good. I hadn’t been with anyone in so long that just the friction of her touching my cock and the taste of her lips was enough to send me over the edge. Get it together, Jonas.
“Come on you two. Upstairs. Now,” Teddy demanded, gesturing towards the door leading to the staircase.