Page 64 of Wanting What’s Wrong

“Yes, I’m sure you have friends.” I lie right back.

She has one friend, Rosaria, from the stuffy, out east prep school my father and stepmother sent her to four years ago.

I keep track of her friend as well. She’s good to Mina, so that was some comfort as the years and distance separated us.

I paid off some of the staff at Chats- bury to send me daily reports and pictures.

To look out for her and report any bullshit going on.

They did good, but I’m done hovering in the background.

“But, these fucks inside the house? They’re not your friends. ”

I sneer as her shoulders droop. Her sadness twists like a serpent inside me. I have to keep myself from dragging her out of here and behind the closest bush to make her forget about whatever this bullshit inside the house is.

I bite into my cheek, watching her eyes trail up and down the front of my suit, catching for a second on the front of my slacks as a little surprised chirp slips from her pink, plump lips.

If she knew what I was thinking right now…

I don’t miss the round points of her nipples doing battle with the lace-trimmed white blouse tucked into her baggy jeans.

I know it’s one of her creations as well.

It’s got her signature style and I want to tear it from her pale flesh, but instead, I press myself into her, sweeping my arms around her back, pulling her as close as I dare.

“You give the best hugs,” she mutters against my chest as I lock her softness against me in the only contact I’ve allowed myself with any woman.

I’ve never wanted anyone else. No one would believe me.

I’ve had so much ass thrown at me over the years, but never have I been tempted.

Never have I considered touching anyone else.

How could I? The thought of my fingers against another pussy then, someday, I guess I always knew there would be a someday, having those same fingers touch my Mina ?

Fuck no. I’d rather die.

Same goes for my lips, tongue and of course, my dick.

But, with her against me, my cock is forged steel. My balls ten pound lead weights, painful and tight ready to deliver everything I’ve got.

I close my eyes. Hugging my stepsister is enough to make me cum in my pants.

So, I do.

I knew I would. I gave up trying to fight it. I just come prepared now. Two sets of boxers do the trick as I battle back my roar and think of how many sperm have been wasted outside of her body over the years because of her.

Trillions. Zillions.

With my composure ready to snap, I ease a step back, missing the softness of her tits against my chest, the resting of my pulsing cock against her hip.

Are you wet? I choke back the question, her scent answering for me.

“You’re breaking some laws in there,” I state, watching the furrow of her brow as I allow myself a lingering glance at the crease of her cleavage, my balls still fucking on fire from my silent climax. “You okay?”

“Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? That’s what dad always says.” She shrugs twisting a length of her ink black hair in her fingers. “First time for everything,” she grins, but there’s a tension in her forehead. A tightness in her jaw.

I want to be all your firsts. And me yours.

“I know something’s fucking wrong here—"

A throng of drunken teenagers spilling onto the patio cuts me off.

And, fuck, they’re wearing what I already know are some of Mina’s creations.

The lights from inside the house flicker off the surface of the dark water of the pool.

Mina hates water and I’ve never known her to sit on the patio at our old house or be anywhere near a pool.

Her fear of what was inside the house tonight outweighed her fear of being out here, and if these assholes think they are continuing this night with a nice cool summer swim they are going to be fucking disappointed.

“I’m going to fucking take care of this,” I grumble. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know she doesn’t want these people here. I grab her phone off the table and pocket it, keeping at least that much safe for her because this could turn south quick. “Go stand over there.”

I nod toward the far end of the patio by the diving board, directing her out of the way in case I start tossing bodies around.

“Wait.” The purr of her voice hits me like a cannonball to the heart and she tugs at the lapel of my jacket. “One more quick hug. They always make me feel better.”

I will deny her nothing right now. I gather her quivering body in the loop of my arms, only this time, I make no effort to shield her from the hardness behind my zipper. Something changes inside me and I press into her, fucking grinding every inch against her curvy softness.

The movement transpires in the blink of an eye, but it’s changed everything.

“ Jackson .” The sound of my name on her lips nearly doubles me over. “I—I…” Her eyes flick downward where my steel length is pressed solidly against her hip, her pupils dilate as I run my hand around the silky skin under her jaw, her pulse tapping on my palm. “Is that…”

“ This is what you do to me.” I growl, humping against her, as her eyes roll back and the world spins around us. “Don’t be scared, baby—”

It’s too much. I’ve gone too far.

“I’m not scared,” she whispers straight into my pounding heart, strength filling her eyes and squaring her shoulders. She pauses, one breath, two, three as I hold hardness against her. Then, my entire world explodes when she reaches down, slipping her hand between us, palming the front of my pants.

Is this fucking happening right now? Her eyes are cemented to mine, then I drop my lips to the top of her head on a groan.

“ Mina! ” A screech from over my shoulder destroys the moment. “You didn’t tell us Jackson was here! Everyone! Jackson Sanders is here! ”

Mina jerks her hand back and it’s like an arctic blast through every cell in my body. The screecher, Cindy Hilton, who I know all too well, pushes between us wearing a blue satin dress and I know it’s one of Mina’s handmade evening gowns.

“ Everyone! Jackson’s here! Trojans! Fight on!” She spins, fist pumping the air as my stomach twists and burns.

A drunken roar ripples through the adolescent crowd as Mina steps back. I fling an arm sideways, pushing a few of them away. But as I do, some jaggoff wearing another of Mina’s dresses with the seams ripped apart, reaches over, grabbing Mina’s shoulders, shouting in her face nose to nose.

“ Fucking Jackson Sanders! ” He yells at her on a whoop.

His inebriated excitement reminds me of too many college parties.

Too many entitled assholes needing an education on how to treat females and behave like human beings, which I doled out as often as I could during my college years, much to my coach’s annoyance.

I never looked for a fight, but plenty found me.

The wrong kind of attention can hurt a team and for sure hurt my chances with my draft options. None of that matters right now.

I lunge toward the asshole with his hands on Mina as she stumbles, hands flattening on his chest, elbows locked. His fingers dig into her upper arms, spit flying into her face as he yells.

“The whole reason we fucking came here was your fucking brother! Whooooo! ” He shakes her like a rag doll, her head whiplashing front to back, and I come un- fucking- glued.

Tables flip and bodies dive left and right. Mina yelps as I yank the dark-haired assailant off her, the pop of his shoulder dislocating as I throw him to the ground.

“Shit! Fuck, man ! ” He rolls on the grass, cradling his damaged arm.

“You’re fucking lucky I didn’t tear it the fuck off and beat you to death with it. Now get the fuck out .” I point toward the driveway as a handful of other assholes are heading my way.

There’s screaming. Both in excitement and anger as I shove and physically encourage the rest of them toward the driveway gate.

“Take those fucking clothes off. ” I nail three of them with my eyes. “ Carefully. You pop one more seam, tear one inch of fabric, I’ll make sure you’re never able to dress yourself again.”

There’s shuffling, swearing, laughter and yelling, the music is turned up, bass thumping in the outdoor speakers and my fingers twitch curling and uncurling.

There’s a cold prickling on the back of my neck as I scan the darkness, looking for those mint-green eyes that haunt my dreams but they’re nowhere.

“ Mina! ” I yell over the heavy bass, pushing by two girls stripping off some of the clothes they were prancing around in a second ago, when a different kind of scream cuts through the chaos.

A blonde in a some stretchy, elastic looking mini-red dress, with a champagne bottle in her hand is jumping up and down at the far end of the pool, as five stumbling partygoers move around the diving board in an attempt to avoid my wrath. “They pushed her! She’s sinking. ”

My blood turns to ice as I catch the murky outline of her blouse in the dark water, sliding into the deep end.

My whole world is under that water. I push the blonde out of the way and dive.

The cool water envelops me, dragging me down by the weight of my clothes as I kick and pull at the water, reaching out, out, out, finally slipping a hand around her waist, securing her against me as I push off the bottom .

She’s dead weight as I swim to the surface, then, her fingers tug at the collar of my shirt. Thank fuck.

I pop through the water with a gasp, Mina coughing and gurgling as I hold her, willing my life into her. My heart races, each pulse hammering against my chest wall as I spit, shaking my head, then find my footing on the shallow end of the pool, cradling her against me up the steps and into my lap.

“You’re going to be all right,” I whisper into her dripping hair, brushing my fingers against the scratch on her forehead. “I’m going to make fucking sure of it.”