CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHRISTIAN

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Little brat.

I stand on the edges of the woods, watching the pale shimmer of Mira’s shiny waves vanish into the murky depths.

A tiny, pale rabbit. Helpless. Scared. Thinking it can get away.

My heart thumps in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins. My palms itch to tangle in those silk strands and fist and pull. To drag her into the dirt and fuck her until her knees are bloody and my handprint is a red welt on her sweet ass.

I said I wasn’t much of a runner. I didn’t fucking say I wouldn’t hunt.

I pull out my phone and find Daniel’s text chain.

I type out, “Your baby girl is getting a fucking spanking before I fuck her in the dirt.”

I hit send.

I don’t wait for a response. I have a brat to catch, a pussy to wreck.

Phone stowed away, I set off.

If there was one thing Dad loved more than himself, it was anything manly. Anything that proved to the world that he was the man of all men.

He had to be the best in every sport. Had to catch the biggest buck or trout every time he went hunting. Anything less meant broken bones and bloody backhands for the rest of us.

But he taught us how to hunt, to track our prey. He dragged us to go camping with nothing but a pack of matches and a compass. The fucker was good for shit, but I almost want to thank him now.

Almost.

Tiny brat has a head start, but she can only go so far in those slippers. She wouldn’t change course. She’d run straight, so that’s where I head. I follow the direction I’d seen her last, keeping my footing light. The rules of hunting a deer apply here. Sound might spook her to run.

It takes an impressive amount of time before I spot her. I’m surprised by the distance she managed to put between us. She seems to have stopped to shake dirt from her shoes.

She’s breathing hard, one hand pinching the front of my top and shaking it for a breeze. Caramel brown strands stick to her temples. Her cheeks are pink with exertion. Her big, blue eyes scan her surroundings, skipping right over where I’m crouched behind a thicket.

Brat thinks she’s safe when she blows out a breath and drops back against a thick log nearly as high as she is.

It must be the reason she didn’t keep going. The width alone is the size of me and Daniel. Aside from turning back, the only way out of the small clearing is over the trunk and that’s a risky climb alone.

Mira reaches under my top, brows scrunched in irritation. She fights with something. A second later, she’s dragging her halter over her hips and down her legs. The scrap of fabric is folded into a tiny square and stuffed into the back pocket of her shorts.

I wait a moment longer, letting her think she’s safe. I wait until she’s darting anxious glances back the way she’d come. Until she has her lip caught between her teeth nervously.

Maybe she thinks I left her or can’t find her. Both ridiculous theories. But I let her stew a moment longer.

When her foot starts bouncing, I pluck up four jagged stones. When she glances left, I chuck one over her head. It hits somewhere far behind her with a muffled thump.

Mira straightens and whips around.

I wait three heartbeats before sending a second one to her right.

She yelps and pivots.

The third hits her left.

“Christian?” she gasps, barely audible, but the thread of fear hardens around my cock.

She picked the wrong brother to play this game with.

“Is that—?”

I pitch the fourth stone in the direction of the first. It gives me Mira’s back, the perfect position to creep up behind her and grab. To wrap my arms across her middle and smack a hand over her mouth.

Her scream makes me growl a chuckle.

“Caught.” I nip the lobe of her ear. Give a little suck while my pretty prey pants her fears into the palm of my hand. Her belly heaving beneath the second hand I send under her top. “Shouldn’t have run, Mira. Did you think you could get away from me?”

I don’t let her answer.

Don’t let her breathe.

Think.

Her life belongs to me now. Her freedom is mine to give should I choose. Her body my playground.

I tear open her shorts. Yank down the zipper with one hand. The other finds the center between her shoulder blades and shoves her into the trunk. Holds her in place against the rough bark as I force her out of her pants.

The fabric sails somewhere over my shoulder. It strikes and falls, breaking branches and disturbing leaves. I don’t know where. Don’t care.

Mira’s naked, wet, spread from the waist down. Her only covering is my top hanging around her supple thighs.

I momentarily consider stripping her down to nothing, to let the world see how fucking perfect she is, but ... her body is mine. Only mine. Men looking at her is one thing, but not like that — Daniel doesn’t count — and I don’t know where we are or who could come up on us. Better safe than sorry.

Unlike before, I let my treads to her fall heavy. I make sure she knows I’m coming up behind her. My little brat trembles, but doesn’t pull away from the log. Doesn’t fight. She stands with her small hands flat, braced against the bark with her legs obediently spread.

Prepared.

I bite my lip as I palm my swollen cock through the grain of my jeans. With the same hand, I undo the hooks on my belt. With the other, I fist her beautiful hair and yank her head back.

Her stifled gasp makes my chest rumble with desire.

“Where are your panties, Mira?” The hand at my belt ventures to the hem of her top. Slip under. I graze her naked hip, slide down and inward to her pretty pussy. I force her folds apart to rub her clit while she sobs and writhes. “Did Daddy rip them off your pretty cunt?”

She nods and wails when I invade her on two fingers. Her body shudders and I feel her fist around my digits. Her slick walls are so tight, so warm. God, she’s going to feel like heaven once I get inside her.

“Look at you, fucking your little pussy on my hand like you’re not completely alone out here with a complete stranger.” I plunge my fingers deeper, harder inside her cavity. Driving my palm into her clit. “No one knows where you are, Mira. I can do literally fucking anything to you, make you scream until you’re hoarse and no one will save you.”

“I ... I’m not scared,” she pants.

I drag my fingers free and sweep them up between her lips to tease her bundle of nerves. My teeth nip at the curve of her jaw as I hiss, “Good.”

Hand still in her hair, I bring the other around to unfasten my jeans. Drag down the zipper. I’m ready to finally encase my cock deep in her body when a sharp pain erupts between my ribs. The impact sends me back a step. It frees her hair.

Frees her.

Mira spins and shoots me a smirk before bounding away from me.

Brat elbowed me in the gut!

My shock dissolves into a full, blown surge of mindless pleasure. A pulsing madness fueled solely by the thrill of her fight. I physically ache with the hunger to break her.

“Dirty little brat.” I growl low in my throat before setting off after my pretty girl.

I catch her in far less time than the first. I knock us both to the dirt in a small clearing hidden by a ring of trees and a boulder. Mira tries to scramble away. Tries to kick out with her feet, but now I have her ankle. I have both her ankles. I have them in my hands, pulled apart in a wide V. Her pussy open and exposed.

“Now what, brat?” I taunt, stretching her wider, opening her further. Making her cry out and buck.

My palm meets the inner flesh of her right thigh.

Her cry sings down my spine. The skin plumps, reddens with the full outline of my palm and all five fingers.

“That was for running,” I growl.

I smack the other side, relishing in Mira’s whimpering pleas. Her little dance as she wiggles in the dirt.

“For elbowing me.” I pinch my lips. “It hurt.”

Tiny brat giggles. Actually giggles at my pain that she caused.

I’m ready to do it again — harder — when I hear the faint rustle of approaching footsteps leading up towards us from the opposite direction. Raised voices fill the space, tangle in the branches and disturb my punishment.

I grab Mira and pin her down when she tries to push up. I wedge my body over hers, keeping her exactly where I want her when these fuckers leave.

She does not agree. She struggles and huffs. Slaps her hands against my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she hisses trying to swat at me, but I cover her mouth as the voices get closer.

“That was the longest hike in history. Let’s take a minute,” a female voice huffs.

I hear the metal-on-metal screech of a water bottle being opened and the guzzling of water.

Mira is staring up at me with daggers and panic. Her heart thumps against mine in frantic patters of a frightened bird.

Her eyes widen with the shove of my hips between her thighs. She tries to fight it. To push me away. Close her legs.

I almost laugh. Like I’m going to make it that easy.

This is what you wanted, brat, I want to remind her. You ran. You tried to get away from me.

“Show me your tits.”

Her rampant pants stutter. They still against my hand. Her eyes bulge with new horror.

Arousal.

She can pretend outrage all she wants, but she sucks at hiding just how badly she wants to get fucked.

“Now. Or I’ll cut the thing off you and you can walk back to the bike with your pussy out for all to see.”

Anger and defiance darken her features, blows hot against my hand. Hers drop to the hem of her top. They fidget then still when our unaware audience laugh and chat close enough that we can easily hear their conversation.

Mira mumbles something I miss because I was too hyper focused on her hands lifting her covering up her sprawled thighs.

I lift my palm just a fraction to hear her.

“I’m naked,” she licks her pouty lips. “If ... if I lift my top ... it’s everything.”

My cock is on fire. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to embarrass myself.

“Then show me fucking everything, Mira!”

My sweet little prisoner shifts with unease, but tugs the hem up. I watch its climb, watch her soft, pink lips come into view. Her pelvis. I almost cave and take her right there but somehow hang on as she bares her belly. It’s the most torturous strip tease I’ve ever had and I really am ready to tear the thing off her.

One of the women barks a howling laugh that makes my brat flinch. Her ascend falters, pauses just across her breasts, across the nipples so I’m tormented by the spongy undersides.

I push her hands up the rest of the way. I can’t wait anymore.

“Hold. Don’t let go,” I tell her before dropping my head and sinking my teeth into the supple mounds. Into the underside she teased me with.

Her cry is caught by my hand, but she’s not fighting. She’s not stopping me. Her wild, dark eyes stare into mine, begging without words as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck. I palm the other breast, rolling the nipple there until my baby is shifting and wiggling and making weak little noises of need.

I keep her mouth covered, stealing her deep moans of my name as I take my fill of her. As I drive her so close she’s thrashing under me.

She makes a desperate, pleading sound that I ignore. It could be a protest, but I have her breasts filling my palm. Her nipples, sweet and pink are caught in my mouth, pinched between my fingers. I suck and lick until her sounds are weak whimpers.

“Quiet, Mira. I won’t stop if anyone comes to see what all that noise is. They can watch as I fuck the shit out of your cunt and you cum screaming.”

To prove it, I remove my hand off her mouth and leave her to control herself. I know it’s a lot to ask. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that Mira isn’t a quiet lover. She’s not distractingly loud either, but she’s vocal. A trait I fucking love about her. I love that she tells us what she wants and needs.

But the way Daniel and I play, she’s going to have to learn to muffle herself unless she wants to put on a show.

“Christian, please,” she whines barely above a whisper. “Wait. They’ll hear.”

I ignore her. I ignore the chatter a few feet away. I ignore everything, except the tiny creature splayed before me. Naked. Helpless. Pussy wet. Body mine to do with what I want.

She’s watching me with such aching, her shirt a twisted rumple over her chest that she’s still gripping with fierce determination.

But they don’t stay there when I scoot down, tongue leaving a damp trail down the center of her quivering belly.

“Christian...”

Her fingers are in my hair, tugging while her hips lift as if her mind and body can’t agree on what to do.

I choose for her. I clamp my hands between her thighs, wrenching them open wide around my shoulders. My face. Her gasp fades with the first sweep of my tongue up the most delicious pussy I’ve ever fucking tasted.

Oh my God.

“Fuck!”

The snarl tears out of me with a vicious hunger I can’t contain. I can’t get deep enough. Can’t clean her sweetness fast enough.

I suck her lips. Her clit. I thrust my tongue into her tiny opening until her back is practically bowed in half and she’s ripping at my hair.

“Christian, no. Wait. Stop...” she keeps sobbing, but is pressing my face deeper into her cunt. “Oh God, please ... wait...”

I fill her with my fingers, catch her clit with my lips. I work her velvet walls with two fingers, finding the groove and pressure that sends Mira’s heels digging into the dirt. Her hold on my hair tightens. Her knees fling open and I try to hide my smirk.

“You have to stop!” she cries, pussy grinding into my mouth.

“Give me one good fucking reason, brat!” I bark, thrusting deeper, pumping harder.

Mira snarls through her teeth, eyes squeezed tight as her climax edges.

“Daniel came in me,” she wheezes, hips bucking against my face, riding my fingers. “He came ... he came inside my...”

“I said a good fucking reason.”

My brat swears viciously. “His cum is in my pussy, Christian. You’re ... fuck! I’m cumming!”

Fuck the hikers.

Fuck everyone.

I don’t give a shit if they hear us when I grab Mira’s flailing hips and drive my cock into her soaking hot channel with a single, violent thrust.

Her scream sings through me.

It vibrates through my bones and gathers in my throbbing erection now balls deep in the tightest little cunt I’ve ever fucking been in.

“Fuck!” I moan as if licking chocolate off a spoon for the first time in my life.

Mira isn’t listening. She’s lost in a mindless spiral of release that has snatched her voice box. She’s a rigid board of trembling limbs, her pussy an iron fist locking me in place as she falls with such ferocity, she can’t catch her breath. Tears leak from the corners of her shut eyes. Her nails tear strips off my back. I can feel the droplets of blood but nothing else as I watch her die a beautiful death.

I don’t let her come back. I don’t let the orgasm slow. I drive my hips, slamming into her again and again. Drawing out every drop of her climax until she’s moving with me. Meeting every pump. Digging her heels and lifting her ass.

Damp lashes spiked into stars sweep open and I’m caught in the glossy sheen of ravenous hunger. Bottomless blue pits pulling me down with her.

I have a vague recollection of the group gathering their things and hurrying away. I know we only have a short time before they tell someone. We’re in a public hiking trail with families everywhere. Not the best place to fuck my brother’s baby, but if this is the last pussy I ever have before I’m locked up, it’s all I need.

Her pussy.

Only hers.

No one will ever feel like this.

Hers or nothing.

Still, I need to worry about her. I can’t let anyone find her like this. They can’t put her in the back of a cruiser with my cum running down her thighs.

I push aside all other thoughts but the little demon digging her nails into my flexing ass and urging me deeper.

“Want more, baby?” I pant.

Mira nods. “Yes. I can go again. Please. You feel so good.”

Challenge accepted.

I grab her hands and pin them over her head, fix them to the hard earth with my one hand around her wrist. The other, I close around her slender throat. Not hard. Just enough for her to feel the pressure. The strength of my fingers when I drive my cock to the hilt. High enough to hurt. To give her a hint of that sweet pain that yanks her back off the ground. It sends her head back with a silent scream on her gaping lips. Her legs thrash. Her pulse hammers under my fingers as I match each drive with the control of her air flow. The muscles of her arms shudder, ripple with the same tension coursing down her thighs.

“You like that, don’t you?” I taunt, grazing her bottom lip. Kiss it. Suck it between my teeth and bite until she finally cries out. “You like feeling my cock so fucking deep it hurts. You like it when it hurts, don’t you, my little brat?”

Mira’s answer is the choked sound of my name before she cums again. Her hot, liquid heat burns my dick. Her walls compress to the point of pain. It’s sucking me so beautifully. So ... perfect.

She’s perfect.

She’s never getting rid of me.

And I fucking tell her so.

I pound my dick into her seizing hole, slamming harder, deeper, giving her no time to recover.

“You’re mine,” I hiss into her ear. “Daniel’s and mine. I will fucking kill anyone else who touches you. Understand, brat? Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done?” I drill each word into her with my hips, feeling the collision of madness and climax inside me as the world ceases to exist. As nothing matters more than the helpless creature I’m fucking into the earth. “You will never leave me. Say it.”

“I won’t leave you,” she promises, teetering herself; I can feel how close her foot is to the ledge.

“Mine!”

She nods, but she’s cumming again and the motion is jerky.

“Say it!” I growl, driving. Pounding. Getting lost in her release.

“Yours!” she wails, heaving and shuddering under me as I empty everything in her welcome channel. “Yours. I’m yours and Daniel’s.”

We both lie still and exhausted in the clearing, in our little world with nothing but the jagged sounds of our breathing and the cool breeze kissing our damp skin.

Mira is wrapped around me. Arms and legs. She’s a tiny, shivering bundle cocooning me in her arms. Holding me possessively from the world.

I know we don’t have much time, but I can’t break away from her.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask softly, raising my head off her shoulder to search her face.

Sleepy blue eyes flutter open over a content little smile, and something punches me in the gut.

“You guys pooped me out.” She chuckles adorably. “You might have to carry me to the bike.”

“I’ll carry you anywhere you want, sweetheart,” I say without hesitation.

She giggles and yawns. “I think they heard us.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Us? I told you to be quiet.”

Her already flushed cheeks darken with color. “You made me...” She cuts herself off, red to the hairline now.

I feel myself smirk. “Go on. Tell me what I made you do.”

The delicate line of her pert nose crinkles and drops her gaze with a little grin on her lips. “You’re awful.”

“That is not what you said when I made you cum the second time.”

Tiny hand claps over her scarlet face. “Stop!”

Chuckling, I capture the fine bones of her wrist and drag her fingers down to peer into her pretty eyes. “You’ll have to tell Daniel.”

Her eyes widen. “What we did?”

I nod, brushing back a lock of hair off her warm cheek. “That’s what he likes. He wants to know everything I do to you. Every filthy detail.”

I don’t know how else to explain this to her. We never had to with Lucy because she basically made us this way. She brought out and honed our ... kinks.

A few other women we’ve shared over the years hadn’t required any explanation. We hadn’t done this — we didn’t separate. We were all together in the same room. Daniel could see everything. We haven’t individually fucked the same girl since Lucy, and Lucy was all about teasing the shit out of Daniel. She made sure he heard everything I did to her.

“Hey.” Mira’s cool fingers brush my cheek. “You okay?”

I tear out of that closet, the one filled with all the twisted memories of Lucy and slam it shut. I bolt it and force everything else in front of it.

I’ve done pretty well shutting all that out the last seventeen years. Being back in Jefferson has created cracks that ooze poison back into my system.

But ... fuck! No. Not now. Not when my cock is semi flaccid and still nestled inside Mira’s wet heat. Not when I have my tiny demon holding me like I fucking matter. Lucy shouldn’t even exist to me right now.

“Just wondering how we got so fucking lucky,” I lie, and earn an adorable grin I don’t deserve.

“We should probably go,” she says. “Daniel must be done at the store by now and heading back as well.”

I haven’t heard my phone go off. It could also be muted. I don’t think I’ve seen Mira with hers since I shut it off.

But she’s probably right.

I straighten to my knees and peer down at Mira, flushed, sated, pussy wet, used and dripping.

Daniel’s favorite.

“Don’t move, sweetheart. Your daddy will want to see this.”

I pull my phone out and nudge her legs open further to get a clear shot of her messy cunt. I take another of her sprawled in the dirt, clothes rumpled, hair full of leaves and twigs. That one’s for me.

But I send both to Daniel.

I put my phone away and pull my jeans up. I reach for her next. I brush down her top and get as much of the dirt off her as possible before pulling us both to our feet.

She’s watching me, looking fucking delicious with dirt streaks down her legs and tangled in her hair. She’s got no panties on so I know I’m trickling down her thighs. She’s so messy, and filthy and I fucking want her again.

I stuff my cock into my pants and zip up.

It’s getting dark and Mira’s basically naked except my shirt. Plus...

As I’m thinking it, my phone chimes. I know it’s Daniel even before I log in.

“Get her home. Now.”

I smirk and pass the phone to Mira. I study her face as she reads the four words, enjoying the bright pink rising high on her cheeks.

“If I had known that is all it would take...”

She passes the phone back. Her gaze meets mine. The blush deepens, and I’m obsessed.

“Come on, brat. Let’s get you home so your daddy can clean you up.”

She accepts the hand I extend. We search for her shorts, but I must have tossed them further than I thought, because they are gone, along with her top she’d tucked in the back pocket. She has no choice going home in nothing, except my t-shirt.

“How often?”

I glance down at her quizzical as we pick our way slowly along the dirt path in the direction of the park. “What?”

“How often have you two done this, besides Lucy? Has there been a lot of women?”

I may not be a lawyer like Daniel, but I’m not stupid enough to fall into that hole.

“Daniel hasn’t been with anyone since your mom got sick. No one since you came along.”

She considers that before asking, “Why do you call him daddy?”

“I do not call him daddy!” I bark, genuinely outraged by the slander.

Mira chuckles. “I mean for me.”

“Because he is your daddy, isn’t he? Technically, he’s your step daddy, but he still calls you his baby girl.”

She seems to think about that as we walk. After a moment, she glances up at me.

“Doesn’t that make you my step uncle?”

Technically. But...

“Screaming Uncle Christian doesn’t feel right,” I decide after a moment of deliberation. “I don’t support.”

Mira chuckles. “I don’t know. Could be sexy.”

I dart her a side long glance. “Give me one sentence that calling me your uncle would sound sexy.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Long enough that I have to think maybe I won. Finally, she gives a little shy shrug and says, “Uncle Christian likes sneaking into my bed at night when I’m sleeping. He likes putting his hand inside my panties and I wake up with him stretching my little hole with his fingers. He tells me to be quiet or Daddy will hear and he’ll have to stop. I try, but I can’t help it when he puts his cock inside me. He’s so big and I almost can’t take him all the way, but once he’s in, he makes my pussy tingle and get so wet.”

Fuck, my dick really, really fucking loves that story. So much so that I face her. My hand closes around the soft flesh of her throat and I back her into a tree.

“What book is that from? I’ll reenact every fucking chapter with you.”

My little deviant blushes and gives a tiny giggle. “That wasn’t from a book. Just something ... I thought up...”

If we weren’t clearly visible to a whole herd of people, I would fuck her right there. Sink my cock into her while she finishes telling me the rest of that fantasy.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart? Do you want your uncle to do dirty things to his brother’s baby girl?”

The smiles are gone for both of us. She’s peering up at me with need in her eyes and my cock is begging to get back inside her tight cunt.

“Would that be wrong?” she asks quietly.

If my heart wasn’t thumping in my head, I would laugh at the question. I would point out that Daniel and I aren’t people to judge anyone else on their kinks. We both have a few no one else would understand.

“No.” I bend and pull her up into my arms. Her legs swing around my hip and I press her into the tree for leverage. “I don’t care what you call me as long as it makes your pussy wet.”

She kisses me.

She twines her arms around my neck and takes my mouth in a heated meeting that makes my toes curl in my boots. The whole time, her fantasy plays in my head.

Uncle Christian.

It would eventually grow on me, but if my brat wants her uncle to slip into her bed and do dirty things to her, I’ll play the role. I’ll play out all her dirty fantasies.

“What else does my brat want her uncle to do to her?”

I don’t miss the little hitch in her inhale or the quick tightening of her legs around me. She’s uncomfortable but she doesn’t break eye contact when destroying me.

“I want you to make Daddy watch while you commit unspeakable acts on his sweet, little girl.”

Fuck me.

I groan even as I feel the grin turn up my lips. “Oh, you are going to be one dangerous addiction, sweetheart.”

She bites her bottom lip, barely containing her adorable grin. “Take me home, Uncle Christian. I want to show Daddy what you did to me.”