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RILEY

Oh, my god. I kissed Hayes Drayton.

I kissed my stepbrother. Well, technically, he kissed me.

I know he’ll deny that’s what we are to each other. It was in the past and for a short period, but that doesn’t make it any less fresh. I remember his bony teenage body and his messy hair. I remember his filthy sneakers and how he looked in slightly outgrown superhero pajamas. He remembers me at a vulnerable time when I was lost about who I was and where I was going. When I was still weighed down by sadness and a need for affection and validation. Those memories are tender and secret, which is what makes this so strange.

But I don’t feel vulnerable as I follow Hayes out of the bar, catching Forester and his goons watching us as we leave. It’s not just Hayes’ tallness that makes me feel protected or his huge, looming, muscular body. It’s his gentleness and reliability. It’s his consideration of me and his interest in my dreams.

For all his brother’s flaws, Hayes has grown into a good man.

When we’re outside, he takes my hand. “Did you drive?”

“I walked.”

“Shit.” He shakes his head. “I should have collected you. I don’t like the idea of you wandering around town on your own.”

“I’m a big girl,” I say, smiling on one side of my mouth.

The air is cool, but my cheeks are still hot from all the kissing. We’re on the sidewalk, but his attention is still on my mouth. He must have kissed all the gloss from my lips already, and he ducks his head, pressing his lips against mine again, and I’m spinning like I was in the bar, my mind lost to sensation and the intensity that’s too big for a simple kiss.

His hand slips from mine, and the next moment, his arms are around me, pulling me close until I’m pressed against his chest, wrapped in his warmth. One of his hands still clutches his sweater, leaving just the thin fabric of his white t-shirt between us and the crisp bite of the fall air. But he doesn’t notice—or maybe he just doesn’t care. All that matters is how he’s holding me like I’m the only thing keeping him grounded.

It’s like he wants to pull me inside his body and envelop me with his masculine strength. It’s not something I’ve ever experienced, but I like it a lot. We’re all grabby hands and clashing teeth, a frenzy of contact that shouldn’t be so easy with someone new. He presses open-mouthed kisses to my neck and cheek until my breasts ache and my panties are damp, and I’m frantic for more contact.

I can tell he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment, but we can’t stand here like this with people passing by. We need to go somewhere for more privacy, or we need to just cut it out.

I should tell him to stop. I should remind him that this isn’t right. We should stick to friendship because of our shared history. But I can’t find the strength or the will to pull away.

“Hayes,” I groan as he squeezes a handful of my ass. “We need to…”

“Yeah. Right.” His cheeks are as flushed as mine as he glances down the street, then tugs me after him.

He has an old blue truck that suits his ruggedness and size. He opens the passenger door, helps me up, and then shuts me securely inside. I take a deep breath, trying to still my frantically beating heart.

What am I doing?

The question slices through my sex-fogged mind, but I’m no clearer on an answer when Hayes folds himself into the driver’s seat and shuts us into a space that smells of him.

We face each other, and it’s as though we’re both dazed and confused. Then, like we’re tethered to each other, and someone yanked the strings, we’re on each other again. In the darkness and isolation of the vehicle, every sensation is heightened. With virtually no effort at all, Hayes hauls me into his lap until my knees press into the seat next to his hips, and we’re mashing our bodies together.

The heat that radiates off him could power a city, and I start to sweat in my coat, quickly shoving it from my shoulders so I can breathe. His hands are under my clothes, palms rough and urgent, seeking out my softness. He cups my breasts, pushing them together and pressing his face into my cleavage, panting against my skin. Between my legs, the thick rod of his cock is insistent, nudging my pussy until I’m shifting my hips, chasing any kind of pressure.

“Riley,” he groans, yanking the cups of my bra over my soft flesh. My nipples are hard peaks, and he finds one with his mouth, almost swallowing it whole with his lustful eagerness. His mouth is wet and hungry. So hungry, I feel the rough tug like there’s a connection directly to my clit.

“Hayes, fuck.” I arch my back, not caring that my jeans squash my stomach or that my bra is awkwardly cutting into my breasts. I don’t care that anyone could pass and witness what we’re doing because it’s so damned good.

Mouth still busy, his hands drop to my hips, grinding me into his cock. My body sings yes , yes , yes , with every thrusting motion, and for the first time in my life, I believe I might be able to come with someone else rather than alone.

“Don’t stop,” I cry, gripping the headrest and bouncing more vigorously. If Hayes was smaller, I’d worry that it’d be too much, but Hayes can take my weight and size. He can handle my curves and my enthusiasm.

Stars gather on my periphery, like a Milky Way, threatening to steal my sanity and pull it within a vortex. I’m close. So damned close that when Hayes bites down on my nipple, his restraint lost, I lose myself to a release so sweet, I’m singing with pleasure.

“Fuck, Riley. Fuck.”

As I slacken in Hayes’ arms, he thrusts his hips, mashing his huge dick against the crotch of my jeans. When I realize what he’s doing, I come around and press my hand against his chest. “Hayes. Wait.”

My fingers fumble with his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. He groans when I get a hand around his dick, even though it’s through the searing fabric of his boxers.

His cock is huge. It’s a stick worth talking about. Katerina’s words come back to me. If anyone before me had gotten their hands on Hayes’ dick before, there would be gossip.

I get my hand inside, and his hardness and girth take my breath away. The tip of his dick is wet, and I slick my hand over it and lick my palm. His blue eyes are practically molten, like the center of a flame, and they only grow hotter and more intense as I jerk him off with my slick hand.

He closes his eyes, tipping back his head to reveal this thick, muscular throat. I draw up his shirt, marveling at his undulating abs and soft skin. He has only a small tattoo of an eagle and a skull on his chest, unlike Jacob, and I like the more natural way he looks.

His tongue moistens his lower lip, and then his lids flutter open, taking me hostage. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me with your hand.”

I blush as his words, spoken so gravely low, reignite my arousal. That’s what I’m doing. Fucking him with my hand. My pussy clamps down on nothing, eager for the sensation of being filled.

What would that be like? To take this big dick inside me, inch by huge inch. Would I even be able to move, or would I be impaled and immobile?

I’ve heard the whisperings about Jacob and Shawn, the girls fawning over what it’s like to be spread so wide by a dick so big. I’ve heard stories about the mind-bending orgasms they provide like a service to womankind. They’re not only good with their sticks on the ice. Off the ice, they’re legendary.

My wrist aches, but I push through, relishing the throb of him against my palm and the way his body twitches as he gets closer. He’s a huge, powerful man, but I’m taking him apart with just one hand.

“Come,” I whisper, remembering how horny I found the instruction in the last dragon romance book I read.

When Hayes freezes, and his dick pulses in my hands, covering his abs and my hand with ribbons of cum, that fantasy becomes a vivid, intensely sexual reality.

“Holy fuck.” Hayes tugs me in for a searing kiss, his tongue sliding over mine in explicit strokes. I let my sticky hand rest against his taut body and succumb to his grateful passion. While we’re drowning in each other’s kisses, I don’t have to think about what comes next.

It’s only when he draws back, tugging his shirt over his head so he can wipe my hand and his belly, that reality draws close around us. We’re in public, parked up on the street. We could be discovered at any second, arrested for indecency even. This was stupid and so not cool.

Hayes is a man I swore never to speak to let alone share orgasms with. I’m such an idiot for getting swept away with his cinnamon roll niceness and retriever protectiveness. He bamboozled me by being totally different from the person I thought he was, but all that was just to get to this, wasn’t it?

I pull down my top, trying to tuck away my breasts and shift away from Hayes’ softening cock that still looks like a cudgel.

He brushes a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and when I allow myself to look at him, I notice his blue eyes are cornflower soft and his expression is open. Maybe he wasn’t pretending. Maybe he really is a decent person who enjoys my company and is attracted to me enough to risk his career on a furtive rut on a dark street.

“Jacob and Shawn would burst a blood vessel if they could see us now,” he says.

“What?” I stare at him already on the defensive at the mention of his brothers.

“Yeah. The girl who turned them down.”

I blanch as his words slice through the euphoric bubble that we built around ourselves, even though I half expected them. It was a pretense. I’m an idiot for not noticing it before. He’s playing a game with his triplets—who can bang the chubby girl first.

My heart hammers against my ribs as my lungs deflate like three-day-old balloons.

“What?” I say again, stuck in a mode where my understanding of what I’ve done has glitched.

“Yeah. Jacob made you off limits, but he’s not the boss of me. I can do whatever I want.”

Off-limits? Jacob laid down the law, so Hayes and Shawn immediately went behind his back to get dates out of me. It’s not flattering to realize that you’re nothing but a pawn in a childish game between siblings.

I slide from Hayes’ lap, grabbing my coat from the floor. His dick is still out, and he’s shirtless and gorgeous, but none of that surpasses what an asshole he is.

Grabbing the door handle, I’m out of the car like a shot. He’s slow to register that I’m gone, and for that, I’m grateful. The sneakers I wear are comfortable enough to dash down the street at a run. I may be curvy, but I’m fit, too. I’m around the corner in a flash, and I duck into an alleyway to hide long enough to call a cab. I’m out of breath, but that isn’t the reason my insides feel like ground beef.

Hayes was supposed to be the good guy, but it turns out he’s just like the rest of them, and I’m the biggest idiot for falling for it all.