Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Michael

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. My patience is slipping, and I'm not used to that feeling.

Can I spank her and not fuck her after? No.

"You're being rude," my girl snaps, tearing me from my thoughts.

Sitting on the edge of my bed with her arms folded and lips pouted, she is the epitome of sexy. My cock twitches as the need to be with her grows every second.

Her brow lifts on one side, and her sweet face swamps with disappointment. She's upset on Kaleb's behalf. Lara defending him rubs me the wrong way. I want her close with my family, but I want to take first place.

Kaleb's eyes are on someone else. It's Lara's attention that concerns me. Dropping my eyes, I drink her in. Slightly disheveled from being carried, her robe has slipped on her left shoulder, the edge of her cream top visible.

It probably matches her pants. Cute and practical, nothing overly sexy, so why is my cock leaking at the thought of her taking off that duck-covered gown?

Bringing my gaze back up, I catch her wandering eye. Lara bites the corner of her lips as her eyes drop lower on my body. My chest rises and falls rapidly at the thought of her gaze being replaced with her hands.

The thought is exciting, erotic, and completely fucking new.

I worried for nothing; Lara craves me just as much as I crave her.

I lean against the doorframe and relax slightly for the first time since we returned from the college campus. "Is that so?" I smirk.

"Yes." She nods. "Kaleb is just trying to help. You should be nicer."

"I should," I agree. "But I won't."

Her lips thin at my reply, and her eyes narrow.

"You know, if you're jealous, then maybe you should have carried me in," she challenges. I grimace but give a small nod because it's not her fault she doesn't know.

Kaleb's words about being honest and accepted tickle the back of my mind, and my mouth opens on its own .

Could she love me the way I am?

No one will love you the way we do, Michael. Words of the past attack me, causing my stomach to drop and take all playfulness with it. They bother me now more than ever. Back then, our biological mother's words as she handed me over to a social worker hadn't meant much. After all, my brother was willing to die for me. I didn't need anyone else.

But I'm not a child anymore. At twenty-seven, Daniel's love isn't all I need.

Closing my mouth, I stay quiet. My eyes roam over her form as she leans back.

Her bottom lip pouts out when I don't respond.

"Fine." She shrugs. "If you don't care, maybe Kaleb can help me in the bath after all."

I push off the doorjamb before she's even finished her words. My body looms over hers, my knees caging her legs in, careful not to touch her foot. Grabbing hold of her wrists in each of my hands, I use my large frame to coax her flat on the bed. I pin her roughly; I don't want to pull her shoulder again, so I keep her arms low. The sight of her trapped beneath me will be one to play over and over when taking myself in hand.

"Don't ever say those words again unless you want me to fuck your ass raw," I threaten. My chest heaves as I grapple with my last ounce of control.

"I was beginning to think you didn't like me like that, like this," Lara whispers, a smile playing on the edges of her lips, and for a second, I let myself hope .

She's interested, but her body gives away her fear. Her short, harsh breaths are not from arousal, at least not entirely. Her eyes are wide and scared.

"Kaleb will not see you naked," I warn.

"Why not?"

"Because you're not his."

My gaze drops, watching the way she licks her lips, her teeth tugging on the corner of her bottom lip as she debates her next words.

"I'm not yours either."

Lowering my head, I run my nose along hers. The touch sizzles my skin, electric and hot.

"Am I?" she asks, sounding almost hopeful. For the hundredth time since I first saw her, I wish I was different and could be what she needs.

"No, princess, you're not."

Breathing her in, I run my nose down the nape of her neck. She smells like lavender and something else, something that I just can't put my finger on. It fills my chest, catching my breath in the same way that stepping out into the crisp night air does. Winter . . . she smells like winter.

I drag her into my lungs more, gulping in air as if it'll somehow mold us together and make her a permanent part of myself. Nudging away the edge of her robe until I get to what I want, I wet her skin with my tongue.

"If you were, you wouldn't need to ask. You'd know." My words caress the cotton of her thin cream tank top. Her nipples, already beaded, grow harder. " You will allow my mother to help you in the tub, you will soak until you're nice and toasty, and then I'm going to tuck my princess into bed."

"No, I . . ."

Her words are cut off when I wrap my teeth around her left nipple, biting down on the hard bud.

A yelp echoes around the room before it transforms into a moan, my bite having changed to gentle sucking, my tongue soothing back and forth.

Lara arches her back, her chest following me as I pull away.

"You were saying?"

Lara lies trapped beneath me, panting for a few seconds before answering, "I can't. I don't even know your mom."

Wrong answer.

Lowering myself to her chest, I go for her left nipple again. This time, my bite is longer, harsher.

A breath chokes out of Lara.

"Please," she breathes.

I nip at the hardened bud, and her startled cry fuels me. I watch as her mouth falls open with another plea, but no sound comes out. One more nip gets me what I want.

"Okay, okay," she pants desperately below me.

I raise my eyes but move my mouth to the underside of her breast and suck harder.

"I'll be good," she promises.

Hearing what I want, I tongue her nipple. Lara's body shivers under me, and her chest arches, craving more of a rougher touch.

I soothe her sore skin through her top. The cream cotton is soaked, her rose-colored skin beneath easy to see. I pepper kisses on her heavy breast, slowly making my way back to the oversensitive skin, laving it with my tongue once more.

I'm gently suckling when a throat clears behind me. Pushing off her, I spring away from the bed while she gives a startled squeak. Sitting up, Lara grips the edges of the blue robe, shoving it closed.

Kaleb stands near the door, grinning. "You might want to, uhh, hide that." He gestures to my straining cock, the gray sweatpants doing absolutely nothing to hide my desire.

No longer distracted, I can hear Mom climbing the last few steps to join us on the third floor. Shit.

Walking to the bed, I sit beside Lara, who's dazed and trying to catch her breath.

"Could you shut that off?" I ask him, pointing at where the bath water is still running.

Lara flops back on the bed as Kaleb leaves the room. Her hands fall to her sides, letting the gown fall open again. Reaching over, I rub her belly, an effort to soothe her embarrassment and an excuse to touch her again. Moving up, I tug the robe back to the center of her chest.

Quickly, I slide my hand inside, then grab and pinch her right nipple. "Get in the bath. No arguing."

When she quickly nods, I give her a bright smile, releasing just as Mom enters my room. "That's my good girl."

Her already flush cheeks darken even further at my words.

I can't hide my grin as my mother enters the room. I guess Daniel is onto something with the whole "good girl" thing.

Crossing my ankle over my thigh, I lean forward to hide how my cock is still trying to fight its way out of my pants.