Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Myrah

T he moment I’m locked inside my car, my head drops to my steering wheel, finally allowing myself the freak-out that’s been building for the last hour. “God, this can’t be happening.” I cannot be crushing on my stepbrother. But my panties are soaked through, and the ache between my legs has been throbbing ever since I laid eyes on him.

Everything about Knox is such a turn-on. His looks. His growly voice. The way he’s so eager to help me. So selfless. And how supportive and excited he is about my dream of becoming a mechanic and owning my own shop. Everyone else in my life, except for Rowan, thinks it’s a ridiculous idea. That women shouldn’t work on cars and that my shop will be a dud because people only trust men in this line of work. But not Knox. He thinks I’m going to be a rock star at it.

God, I’m so sick. Sick for wanting him to touch me in all the places that are forbidden to him. Sick for wanting to drop to my knees between his legs and beg him to let me take care of his cock. He has to be starved for sex since he’s been locked away for six years. I’d be happy to give him the relief he needs. To let him use my body any way he wants.

I start my car, shaking off the warped feelings invading my system, praying that by the time I get home, I’ll be cleared of the images running through my mind. But when I pull away from the prison, they only grow worse with every mile I drive. It’s like the farther away I get from Knox the more I hunger to be with him.

Maybe visiting him is a bad idea. Maybe we should just stick to phone conversations from here on out. No! I’m not going to do that to him. I won’t abandon him like everyone else has. And I’m not going to punish him for my twisted mind. He needs me, and I will be there for him no matter how tortured it makes me.

I pick up my phone, giving Rowan a call. Hoping she’ll be able to stop me from thinking of Knox pressing me up against the prison cell wall and fucking me hard. Taking out six years of pent-up sexual aggression on my body. Dammit, it went to voicemail .

Right, I forgot. She’s working the early shift today. “Hey, Rowan. Call me as soon as you have a break. Saw my brother today and he wants to help you with the creeper cop issue.”

As I pull through the gate, entering Lloyd’s estate, I’m tempted to flip the surveillance camera the bird, but I’m not going to rock the boat until I have a safety raft I can land on. Soon I’ll have a lease on a place and will make it my home. Until then, I have to play by my stepfather’s rules and plaster on my fake smile every time he’s around.

Good news is, he travels so much I don’t have to see him or my mother very often. She goes everywhere he goes so she can shop while he works. She truly has become the perfect trophy wife. He feeds her cash and she looks pretty for him and keeps her mouth shut, only opening it when he needs to shove his cock inside.

I roll my eyes at the thought, betting my father is rolling over in his grave. Dad may not have had money, which is why my mother left him, but he was one of the best men I’ve ever known. Altruistic to the core. He always wanted to help people just for the sake of easing someone’s stress. He enjoyed seeing people’s smiles more than receiving payment for his work. He’s the parent I look up to. My true role model. Which is why I want to follow in his footsteps and become a mechanic.

I drop my purse on my desk and pull out my rainbow pajamas from my top drawer, the ones Knox gave me the Christmas before he was arrested. He knew how much I loved rainbows. Anytime a storm ended, I’d run to find him so we could go search for the rainbow together. “You’re the rainbow of this family, Myr. Your smile can clear away any storm.”

It was the most thoughtful gift I’d ever received and I’ve worn them almost every night since he was sent away. I’ve worn them so much they’re nearly threadbare now. I’ve also grown, so they definitely fit more like underwear at this point, considering the top barely covers my full breasts and the shorts barely cover my butt. But I love them, and I won’t stop wearing them until they unravel on me.

My purple vibrator catches my eye as I start to close the drawer, tempting the ache that I’ve been trying to ignore. I pull it out and stroke the plastic cockhead; all the thoughts rushing back in. Knox’s brooding face. The power that oozed off his huge frame. The way his mouth trailed up my collarbone. His deep gravelly voice sweeping over my ear.

Oh God. It’s never going to stop unless I deal with it. Just this once I’ll let myself give in. I’ll hand myself over to the fantasy and then I’ll bury all my sinful thoughts away and never let them surface again.

I take my purple toy and my phone and cross the hall to Knox’s old room. Thankfully, in spite of my stepfather washing his hands of his son, he hasn’t had time to erase him from this house. Lloyd mentioned long ago that he wanted to box everything up and throw it in the trash, but Lorena, our housekeeper, hated the idea as much as I do and has yet to get to the task. Which I’m so thankful for because on the nights that I’m homesick for Knox, I sleep in here.

Today, though, I want to roll around in the sheets and pretend that he’s here and has caught me snooping in his room. That my big, seriously bad stepbrother is mad and going to punish me for looking through his things.

I pull open his nightstand drawer, taking out the box of condoms he’d stashed inside. A tiny twinge of jealousy runs up my spine knowing that Anna knows Knox intimately. She doesn’t deserve to based on the way she treated him after the arrest. She ignored all of his calls and never once visited him. They’d dated for over two years and were already talking about getting married after college, but she dumped him the moment they slapped the cuffs on him. It didn’t matter whether he was innocent or not, she didn’t want to have anything to do with someone with an arrest on their record.

As much as I hate the pain she caused Knox, I’m happy she’s out of the picture. I never really liked her, and she’s become even more of a snotty bitch over the years.

What are you doing in here, Myr? The fantasy rolls out and I turn from my spot, imagining Knox walking through the door, giving me the same look that had the officer scared shitless. I swallow hard, feeling it come alive inside my mind. My English teacher always said I had a vivid imagination, but she has no idea.

“I was just…um…looking for some candy.” I turn toward my mental mirage.

He steps forward, his dangerous eyes narrowing in on my hand. “ Those aren’t candy, Myr.”

“They aren’t?” I bite down on my lip, feigning my innocence.

“I know you’re not that na?ve, sis.” His unruly eyes meet mine . “You know damn well what you’ve got in your hand. Now, I want to know what little runt is trying to pressure you for sex .”

“No one.” I shake my head. “I just want to be prepared when the time comes.”

He steps forward, crowding my space, and my head tips back. My eyes closed tight, imagining Knox’s stern face staring down at me. “ When the time comes, you better know how to use one of those. I’m not interested in becoming an uncle at twenty-five. And I’m not sure you’re ready to become a mom at nineteen. Do you even know how to put one of those on properly?”

“Yes.” I roll my eyes, no longer a child. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

His brow cocks up . “You sure about that?”

I nod, positive in my skills. There’s no way I want to become a mom at my age. I want to start my business and build my career first. Kids will come later.

“Well, why don’t you show me how it’s done then?”

God, yes. My twisted need keeps taking me deeper. I pull out a condom from the box, dropping the rest on the floor in front of me.

“Should I go get my dildo?” I ask, biting down on my lower lip, feeling the heat coursing through my veins. My need spiking to an unbearable intensity.

“ You don’t need a plastic cock, Myr. ” His eyes narrow in. The pulse at the side of his jaw ticking, and I’m practically moaning at the thought. “You’ve grown up, sis. You’re not a little girl anymore.”

I shake my head, wishing he was really standing before me, that these words were coming from his mouth. “Sit back on the bed, Myr.” The voice in my head now has a mind of its own and is dragging me right back into the heat.

I do as my imagined Knox tells me. “ Now open up that little packet carefully so you don’t tear a hole in the rubber .”

Again, I follow my instructions eagerly, getting hotter by the second. My pajama shorts nearly soaked through at this point. I pull out the magnum-sized condom and hold it in my hand, inspecting it. I’ve never used a condom of this size before and am actually shocked to see how big it is. Another wave of need ripples through my body, landing in my aching spot. Not only is Knox gorgeous but he’s also packing some serious heat under his prison jumpsuit.

“Good girl. Now, reach inside my pants and take it out.”

I reach for my dildo which I’d dropped onto the bed, and pretend it’s Knox’s cock in my hand. “Fuck, that feels good,” he groans as his head falls forward, the pleasure sweeping through him . God, I can only imagine how hungry he is for sex . It’s only been a few months for me and I’m going crazy. I can’t imagine going without for years.

I run my fist up and down the plastic shaft, stroking it just like I would his dick. Wishing I could bring the starved convict pleasure.

“ Enough.” He grips my hand, stopping me from sending him over the edge. “Now take that rubber and place it over my tip. Then carefully slide it down to the base while you pinch the top .” I sheathe my dildo and then close my eyes again.

“Perfect ,” he growls in that harsh tone that drives me crazy . “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

I smile shyly, loving Knox’s approval. Wanting more of it, just like I do in real life.

“You’re staring at me pretty hard, Myr. Is there something you want?” I nod, hating the fact that I want everything from him. He’s the only family I have left, and my desire for him is capable of destroying everything. “ Then all you have to do is take off those little shorts and spread your legs for me, babe.”

I peel the things off my body and prop myself against his pillow. Thighs spread. Knees out wide for easy access. “ Damn you have a pretty pussy, Myr. So pretty and wet. You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you ?”

“Yes,” I whimper, eyes locked tight, trying to imagine Knox staring between my legs, his tongue slowly running across his lower lip .

“Looks like you’ve been deprived.” God, he has no idea. Deprivation has been running through my veins for three months. “That little clit of yours is already poking out .”

I rub my thumb over my swollen clit in circles, imagining it’s Knox’s hand exploring my body. A moan slips from my lips as a sizzling spark of pleasure starts building inside. “You like that,” he groans, and a gasp slips from my lips as my hips arch up for more of his touch. “ This pretty little pussy should never be neglected. She deserves constant attention.” I slide my fingers down my slippery seam and circle my entrance. “ She deserves to be spoiled .” My two fingers push inside and a moan fills the silent room.

“None of those runts you go to school with are good enough for you, Myr .” He shakes his head, a look on his face just like the one he gave me as I was leaving the prison. It was so intense. Almost possessive. “ I’m the one who knows what you need . I’m the one who can take care of you.”

The pulses grow stronger. My orgasm is building fast but I’m not ready for this to be over. The fantasy is more potent than any experience I’ve had with a guy in real life. Shit, I’m twisted. But it’s not going to stop me from seeing this through.

“What about Anna?” I ask to the quiet of the room, adding to the forbidden tale in my mind. I know Knox is long over the girl, but I’m eager to dish her a little revenge in my sordid fantasy.

Those last few months before Knox was sent away it seemed like she was always here. I had to fight for his time and attention. And any time he’d invite me along on a date with them, she’d roll her eyes and be incredibly rude towards me. Of course, it was always behind Knox’s back so he never saw it.

When I confessed the truth to him over the phone, he was pissed. He’d wished I’d told him she was acting that way because he would’ve broken things off with her then and there. In hindsight, I wish I had too because he truly did suffer a broken heart over the girl.

He shakes his head, leaning into my ear. “ I’m done with Anna. Don’t need that witch when I have the prettiest girl living across the hall from me.” I know it’s just my imagination, but a twinge of excitement runs down my spine knowing that Knox truly would choose me over her. “Are you going to let me crawl into your bed at night, baby girl? ”

“Yes,” I moan as my hips thrust forward, meeting my touch.

“Good girl ,” he groans as his two fingers slip inside my center. My fingers are not as thick or long as his but it still feels good. “ God, you’re tight, babe. Need to get you primed before I’ll fit.” I push my fingers in deeper, scissoring them to expand my walls, imagining Knox working me up into the crazed state I’m in.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he growls . “Need to feel this hot little cunt wrapped around my dick .” I take the dildo and press the sheathed tip to my entrance, pushing it slightly inside then stopping. “ Damn, Myr. You feel incredible. So tight. But you need to relax for me so I don’t hurt you.”

I rub my clit with my free hand, imagining Knox wanting to make me feel good as I press the dildo slowly inside. With each inch it slips in, I imagine Knox’s face contorting with pleasure. His growls and groans getting louder.

“Knox, you have to be quiet or your dad will hear you.”

“Fuck. I know. But you feel too damn good, Myr. Never felt anything so good.” My imagination is definitely getting carried away, but I can’t stop it.

“Even better than Anna?” I gasp, as I rub my clit faster.

“God, yes. She doesn’t even compare, baby.” The smile hits my cheeks, enjoying the imaginary thought. “Don’t want to think about her when I’m buried deep inside you though. Just want to focus on making you feel good. Does this little pussy like being fucked by my dick?”

I pump the dildo deeper. Faster. “Yes, Knox. Feels so good.”

“This perfect cunt is mine now. Do you hear me? I’m the only one allowed to touch you.”

Oh God, I’m right on the edge. About to shatter into a million electric pieces. The build is climbing higher. I’m pumping the dildo in faster, imagining Knox’s control slipping. His hips are bucking against me in quick, successive thrusts. His hands slipping under my pajama top and squeezing my breasts, teasing them like my fingers are.

My phone dings in with a text causing the pleasure to stutter but I ignore the interruption. I’m at the crux of what’s about to be the most intense orgasm of my life. Whoever sent me a message can wait. I pump the dildo in as deep as it will go, my mind taking me back to the fantasy. Back to Knox. Back to him wanting me so desperately.

My phone starts ringing and it rips me back to the present again. Shoot. Why is everyone trying to reach me right now when I’m about to come? I know it’s probably Rowan calling me back. She must be on her break, but she has thirty minutes, and all I need is one before I can call her back.

I sink back into my thoughts, my mind changing course. The image of Knox’s head buried between my legs surfaces, him looking up with those dangerous eyes while his tongue hungrily dives in, and it sends me spiking headfirst into the torrential storm. A downpour of incredible shocks raining down, blasting through me like a gust of wind, almost too intense for my body to take. I have to seize the dildo in place to handle the convulsions between my thighs. Every nerve in my body is completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

My body slumps, the intensity easing. I pull the toy out, circling it slowly around my clit, wishing it was Knox’s tongue licking away the pulsing little aftershocks. When I’m wrung dry of pleasure, I toss the vibrator to the side and reach for my phone from the base of the bed. There’s a text from an unknown number, along with a missed Facetime call from the same number.

Unknown caller: Myr, it’s Knox. Got ahold of a phone. Going to call you in one minute. Please pick up. I don’t have much time to talk.

Shit! Shit! Shit. I missed his call. I hope I can get him back on the line. Shit! I quickly return the missed Facetime call, praying he’ll pick up.