Page 33 of Furious (The Six Six Six Rule #2)

Under Your Skin

ARES

B y the time we run into my front door, we’re both dripping with water and laughing uncontrollably.

I shake like a dog and Zara squeals.

“Ares! I’m already drenched. I don’t need any extra water, thank you.”

She’s just teasing me. My hair is way too short to throw any water in her direction.

“Let me find you something to change into,” I say when she shudders again. “If you stay in that wet dress, you’re going to catch something. I can put it in the dryer and it should be nice and warm in about an hour.”

“Thank you, Ares.”

Rather than waiting for me in the living room, Zara follows me into my bedroom.

I busy myself looking into my dresser, but the second I turn around to hand her a clean t-shirt, the air in the room is crackling with electricity.

“Um, I can go change into the bathroom if you need me to leave.” I offer, but my feet stay rooted to the carpeted floor of my bedroom.

“No, it’s OK,” she says with another little shiver.

At this point, I’m not sure if she’s cold or if the tension between us is affecting her as much as it is affecting me.

I grab the back of my t-shirt, lifting the wet fabric over my head and discarding it on the floor.

Zara’s eyes track the movement, zeroing in on the Atlas tattoo on my chest.

“Oh, you got it all finished. You got the globe colored in. Can I see?”

I swallow. My answer is just a curt nod. My control is hanging by a thread.

When she begins tracing the lines of my tattoo with her fingers, that thin thread is stretched to breaking point.

“Princess.” My voice is a raspy sound, barely audible with the deafening sound of my heartbeat that’s pounding in my ears.

“It’s beautiful.” She lowers her head, her lips following her fingers as she continues to trace the lines of my tattoo from the center of my chest to my left pec.

My heartbeat skyrockets and now I can feel it all the way between my legs, where my cock is thickening and standing at attention.

Zara shivers again, and this time I realize that she’s definitely cold. Her hands feel cold against the feverish heat of my skin.

“We need to get you out of this dress before you get sick.” I rumble. And it’s not an excuse, at least not completely.

“Can you help me?” her fingers move to the thin strap of her dress to show me what she wants me to do.

I cover her hand with mine, lowering the spaghetti strap down her shoulder and repeating the action on the other side.

Zara’s breath hitches as I lower the front of her dress at an excruciatingly slow pace.

She isn’t wearing a bra and just the sight of her perfect tits makes the situation in my pants extremely tight.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” I murmur, drinking her in as her dress slides down her hips, pooling at her feet.

Since Lev dropped her off earlier, I’ve been keeping my desire for her on a tight leash. We’ve only shared brief, shallow kisses that have done nothing but stoke the flame of my attraction to her.

My control finally snaps and my lips find hers.

There is nothing brief or shallow in our kiss this time. I press my lips against hers and when she opens, my tongue slips into her mouth.

God, she tastes so good.

I drink her in, exploring her mouth. She gives as good as she gets, meeting me stroke for stroke. Her hands travel down my chest and stomach until they find the button of my jeans.

“If you need to slow down,” I pant, nipping at her bottom lip and licking that same spot to soothe the sting I just caused. “Just say so. We can?—”

“No.” She lowers my jeans and boxer briefs down my hips.

“Fuck.” I chuckle. “I’ve never liked the sound of the word ‘no’ more than I do right now.”

Her plump lips curl up in a smile as her eyes travel down the length of my body. “Slowing down is the last thing I want, Ares. I’ve wanted you since the night we met.”

“I have too, princess. I just want to make sure that if something feels like it’s too much, you let me know. We can stop anytime.”

“Kiss me, Ares.” Her arms surround my neck. “And don’t stop.”

The contact between our slightly damp skin drives me wild as we kiss again. Her soft chest smashed against my hard one.

I scoop Zara up in my arms and carry her to my bed. I don’t know what I did to deserve her.

Maybe her coming back into my life and wanting me like I want her is a present from Atlas.

There’s no way to know for sure and I stop questioning it. All I know is that now that she’s back, and that she wants me, I’m going to fight for her. Whether it’s against Dad’s wishes or my brother and my best friend’s desire to have Zara for themselves.

She’s a part of me. For a reason I can’t even begin to explain, she understands me like no one else ever could. Not even my twin brother.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you all over like this since the moment I saw you.” I say between feverish, open-mouthed kisses down the column of her neck.

I kiss my way down the swell of her chest with a target in mind. Before my lips get even remotely close to her nipples, her skin pebbles in anticipation.

The small pink tips are two tight, achy points waiting for my mouth.

“Yes.” She moans when I swirl my tongue around one of the hard peaks.

I close my mouth around it, adding suction to my kiss, and Zara arches her back with a thrilled little gasp.

That sound travels straight to my cock. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Zara right now.

But I don’t want to be selfish. This can’t be a quick fuck just to get what I need. I want to give Zara as much pleasure as I’m going to take from her.

So I keep laving her perfect tits with attention, kissing, licking and biting her flesh until we’re both a needy, quivering mess.

Only then I let myself move down to the soft expanse of her stomach, teasing the soft skin by the waistband of her panties.

I can’t wait to have Zara totally naked, but when she squirms under my open mouth, I can’t resist the urge to tease her. I grab the lace between my teeth and pull slightly, letting the elastic snap back against her milky skin.

The elastic is too soft to cause pain, but a scatter of goosebumps appears on Zara’s lower stomach.

“Ares.” She begs when I continue teasing, moving the fabric with my nose over her hipbone, letting it snap back to its original place as I kiss my way down to her inner thigh.

“Hmm?” I ask, without lifting my face to look at her.

“I… please?”

A satisfied chuckle rumbles through me and I finally look at her beautiful, flushed face. “What do you want, princess?”

Her hands ball up into fists and for a second, I think she might hit me. “I want everything. I want you to take my panties off. I want you to fuck me. Possibly before your next birthday.”

God, how can she be so hot and adorable at the same time? “You’ve always been so impatient.” I scold her, but there’s no heat in my tone.

“And you’ve always been a little bit of a jerk.” She counters. “Beats me why I like you so much.”

My smile widens. “You like me.” It isn’t a question. I’m just pleased with myself right now.

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know about you, but I usually don’t get naked with a guy unless I really, really like him.”

The smile fades from my face. “Just so you know, that better be limited to me, Chance, and Lev. I already have to fight the urge to punch them in the face every time they even look at you. If any other guy even tried to get closer than a friendly handshake, I’m going to lose my shit.”

I know how that sounds, but I don’t care.

It’s Zara’s turn to smile. “So possessive. I would have never thought you were such a caveman, Ares.”

“Caveman?” my chuckle is full of warning. “I’ll show you a caveman.”

Without warning, I lower her panties, sliding them down her legs and throwing them on the floor behind me in one fell swoop.

I yank Zara’s hips toward me, lowering my face between her legs.

She’s warm and wet and I’m done teasing her. I zero in on her clit, parting her bare skin with two fingers.

“Fuck.” She yelps when I suck her little bundle of nerves into my mouth.

But she doesn’t try to get away from me. On the contrary, she thrusts her hips toward me to give me better access.

I French kiss her pussy, tormenting her clit with my tongue, licking and sucking until she’s moaning incoherently, her thigh muscles squeezing the sides of my head.

Her sweet taste coats my tongue and I could do this all day. But eventually, Zara snaps, her orgasm making her cry out as she writhes under my mouth.

“Ares, please stop.” She begs when she becomes too sensitive.

I lean forward to kiss her. “Are you ok, princess?”

The smile she offers me is something bright and beautiful. It’s going to be my job to do everything in my power to make her smile like that every day.

“I’m more than ok. That was…”

I cup her jaw with my hand. “It was delicious. I only stopped because you asked me to. Do you need a minute? Do you want to watch a movie?”

She looks at me as if I had lost my mind. “A movie? Ares, what you just did was amazing, but I’m not even close to being done with you.”

“Thank fuck,” I chuckle. “If I don’t get to be inside you, I think I’m gonna explode.”

Her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Oh, no. We don’t want that.”

ZARA

Ares is everything.

Just the way he looks at me makes me so hot, I’m surprised I haven’t self-combusted yet.

This is the most time we’ve ever spent together without anyone else around us and I might become addicted to this. To him.

It isn’t just his perfect body and the way he kisses me. It’s the strange ease between us. The way we’re comfortable even without the need to talk. It’s like Ares sees all of me, including the parts that are too tender and sensitive to be shown to the rest of the world.

When he kisses me, with his lips swollen by the friction with my flesh and my scent on his lips, my body responds to it with an intensity that’s almost scary. He just gave me one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. But the way he tells me how much he wants me makes me throb with need.

“If I don’t get to be inside you, I think I’m gonna explode.” His eyes are like two burning stars, the silver covering the blue in his irises as his gaze moves from my face down the length of my body.

“Oh, no. We don’t want that.” I say, my breath already becoming labored as liquid heat drips down my inner thighs.

Ares scoots off the bed, caressing my calves as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching me, not even for a second. “Let me grab a condom.”

The words tumble out of my mouth before he can walk away. “We can use one if you want to. But I’m covered, I’m on birth control.”

He stops in his tracks, looking at me without saying anything.

“I’ve only been with Lev and Chance.” I add. “They both got tested before the hockey season started. But if you’d rather?—”

“I’m clean too, princess.” He offers, his hands still on my calves. “I haven’t been with anyone in months. And before that, I’ve always used condoms.”

There’s a beat of silence before Ares adds. “I want to feel your skin against mine without any barrier between us.”

“I want that too.” I say softly.

I let out a surprised squeal when Ares doesn’t climb back onto the bed. Instead, he pulls on my calves until my butt is almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

His big hands grab my hips, lifting me toward his thick, long erection.

“Oh.” I moan when he rubs his hard shaft over the skin of my slit.

It isn’t just my clit that’s throbbing this time, my inner muscles are clenching with need as more wetness makes everything feel warm and slippery.

He thrusts his hips slowly, massaging me with his hard-on. I could come just like this, but I’m dying for more.

“Ares.” I’m not just begging him, there’s some warning in my tone, too. I’m done being teased. I need him too much.

Ares doesn’t make me wait any longer. He lines himself up with my entrance and plunges inside me, sinking all the way to the hilt.

“Oh God.” My voice breaks as my muscles hug him tight.

Our eyes are locked as he holds my thighs at either side of his hips, giving me time to adjust to his invasion.

“You ok, princess?” his voice is a deep scrape, as if he was fighting to keep himself under control.

“Yes.” This feels so right that I don’t have to think about it.

A slow grind of his hips sends a scatter of sensation to all my nerve endings. “You’re so warm, so fucking tight.”

He grinds again, this time a little harder.

My inner muscles respond with a squeeze. “Fuck me, Ares.” I beg him.

The next thrust is hard and deep as he withdraws a little and then surges forward.

It feels so good that I moan my approval, clenching my muscles again.

Ares gets into a rhythm that brings me to the edge faster than I ever thought possible. His hard shaft rubs against all sorts of deliciously sensitive places inside me, but it’s the way his pubic bone hits my skin, causing ripples all the way to my clit that’s my undoing.

My orgasm takes me almost by surprise and while I loved the feeling of my stepbrother’s mouth on me earlier, coming while I feel him inside me takes my pleasure to an unprecedented high.

“Jesus, Zara.” He grunts, pressing into me hard, causing more ripples of pleasure that take my breath away. “You feel so fucking good when you come. I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m gonna come too.”

“Please Ares,” I sound almost delirious. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

He grabs my legs and for a second, I think he’s going to stop, but he doesn’t.

Ares changes the angle, putting my legs together and hoisting them over one of his shoulders.

In this position, my ass is up in the air; the only thing that’s keeping me from sliding off the bed is the grip of his strong hands.

Another thing this position does is to make me feel even fuller.

His hips drive into me over and over, and I can’t take my eyes off of him. The corded muscles in his forearm tense as he holds my legs up, and a muscle in his jaw pops as he pushes himself inside me again and again.

His voice almost breaks as he stills, cursing under his breath, his silver eyes intense as his warmth spills into me.

I feel each wave of his orgasm filling me and my body reacts, pulsing with more pleasure.

“Careful.” Ares murmurs when he withdraws from me, taking care to support my weight as he lowers my legs back onto the mattress.

He kneels on the bed, taking me with him in an exhausted heap against his pillows.

“Princess,” his lips glide down the side of my neck, as he rolls us over so that my back is against his chest. “That was… perfect.”

“It was.” I agree with a little yawn.

A chuckle comes from Ares, his breath warm against my skin. “Are you tired, or did I bore you?”

“Tired.” I mumble. “Not bored. I’m just still tingling everywhere, but I can’t keep my eyes open.”

Ares pulls me closer. “Sleep then. We have all day and all night. I’m going to be here when you wake up.”

I do as I’m told. I’ve never felt as warm and safe as I do right now.