Page 2 of Until Death Parts Us (Dysfunctional)

CHAPTER TWO

KASPIAN

“I know what you’re up to,” I say as soon as we get inside the RV.

Quin unzips his coat. “What’s that?”

“Trying to make me jealous.”

“Did it work?”

I throw my jacket to the floor and rip off several other layers, desperate to get out of my clothes. “I don’t like being referred to as your brother,” I say through gritted teeth. “And you went along with it.”

Quin turns his back on me as he casually and slowly removes his hoodie before bending down to take off his boots.

“It’s just a joke, Kas.”

“But it’s not a fucking joke, Quin,” I say, yanking him up and angrily pulling at the button and zipper on his jeans. “We aren’t related. You aren’t with me because of some familial obligation.”

He knocks my hands from his pants, face stoic. “I know that.”

“Why would you let her think we’re anything but what we are?”

His lips twitch slightly. “And what’s that?”

I clench my jaw and breathe through my nose. “You are everything to me.” I force my way back into his space, running my hands through his hair while I kiss along his cheek and jaw.

Quin pulls back. “You don’t think you’re everything to me?”

My chest heaves with deep breaths. “You said I was your brother.”

He undoes the button of my pants with a quick tug and then slides his hand into my underwear, groping me.

“Would I do this to my brother?”

I suck in a breath, trying to hold onto my anger. “I can’t really put anything past you, can I?”

He smirks at me, removing his hand from my pants and walking me backward until we’re in front of the window that sits above the couch. “You’re so sensitive.”

“Don’t,” I warn. “You know I hate that shit. I am not sensitive. I’m passionate.”

“Mm.” He flips me around and shoves my pants and underwear down before pushing me to my knees on the couch.

“And when you’re jealous,” he says in a quiet voice, reaching for the lube in the cabinet nearby, “you’re so eager to please. Vocal. Needy.”

His slick fingers find my hole, massaging and pushing inside.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp.

“You’re afraid I’ll leave you, so you do anything to prove to me why I should keep you.” He leans over and bites the flesh on the side of my neck. “You’re quick to forget that I own you.”

“So fucking own me then!” I shout.

His heat is gone for a few seconds, and then he’s thrusting into me, making me shout into the small RV.

“If you don’t know by now, Kaspian,” he says, letting the words rest between us while he thrusts in and out.

“Oh, god,” I moan. “If I don’t know what?”

“That I always have a plan. That I’ll always choose you.”

He grips my face and forces me to stare through the window where I can see Anna walking around her own RV.

Through grunts and breaths, I ask, “You deliberately pissed me off so I’d become?—”

“Desperate for me.” His voice is a low growl.

A thrill runs up my spine, and his grip on me tightens. He fucks me deep and hard, taming my jealousy.

“Yes, yes,” I chant, arching my back. “Fuck me, Quin. I’m yours. All yours.”

“So stop forgetting that,” he says as he smacks my ass. “Someone is watching.”

I open my eyes and find Anna staring back at us, her mouth agape with shock. My lips curl up into a grin before Quin thrusts deep, forcing me to yell out and close my eyes once more.

“She knows you’re mine now.”

“Oh, my god,” I moan, reaching for my cock and stroking.

When I open my eyes again, she’s no longer staring, but it’s obvious she’s still taking glances as she moves around her RV. I forget she’s there as Quin pummels into me, and my hand slides up and down my shaft.

“Spread yourself for me,” he commands, pulling out.

I reach back and hold my cheeks apart, knowing he likes seeing my hole after he’s stretched it out.

“Good boy,” he growls, one hand reaching down to cup my balls as he jerks himself with his other. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Yes, do it,” I plead.

His fingers tease my hole before I feel the tip of his cock. “Oh, fuck,” he grunts.

Warm cum lands on my back before he slips inside and releases the rest of his load in my ass. My dick throbs as I feel his twitching, and then he pushes in deep, forcing me to fall against the back of the couch.

“I need to come,” I whine.

“You will.”

He slowly rocks in and out of me, grunting and moaning until he pulls all the way out and slides two fingers inside me.

“Oh, fuck.” I push back against his hand.

“Look at you,” he says in a low tone. “So needy.”

“Yes. Please.”

He removes his fingers and comes around to sit on the couch, pushing me back until I’m on my feet in front of him.

“Let me taste you.”

My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I stroke myself. Quin kicks my feet apart a little more before his fingers find my hole again.

“Ah, yeah,” I moan, dropping my head back.

It’s not long before my muscles are tightening, and my breaths become more shallow.

“Quin. I-I’m com-ing.”

His mouth closes around my tip as the first splash of cum shoots out. He swallows it down and sucks me deeper into his mouth as I finish.

When I feel like my legs might give out on me, I step back and then collapse onto the couch next to him.

“Fuck, that was good.”

He stands up and starts fixing his clothes. “Always is. Our peeping Tom is gone.”

“Like her whole RV?”

Quin shakes his head. “Nah. Just no longer watching us.”

“What are you gonna say to her tomorrow when she questions you about fucking your brother?”

He snorts. “I doubt she’ll ask.”

“You don’t wanna clear the air about us not actually being related? I mean…I don’t want people thinking we’re incestuous.”

He laughs. “Considering our moral high ground?”

I chuckle. “Speaking of. I have a plan for tomorrow.”