CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHRISTIAN

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Fuck it.

Fuck. It!

I love her. I fucking love my pintsized brat with her big, blue eyes and sweet smile. I love the freckles across her nose and that damn dimple in her chin. I love her giggles, and the way it has the power to punch me straight in the gut with just a glance.

Not very manly.

Definitely not rational, but one thing I won’t deny is the fact that I don’t regret a fucking thing. Part of me was sure I would. You don’t just say I love you to a girl you’ve known for three days without some inner turmoil. A flare of doubt and panic. Hell, it’s the very reason I haven’t said the words to anyone ever.

Not Daniel. Not Lucy. Not even my mom.

It wasn’t a common word in the MacAllister household. Dad didn’t want little bitches for sons. Mom’s tricky way around it was to brush our cheeks with her fingers. Sometimes, she’d pretend like we had something there she was wiping away, but she’d give us the tiniest smile like it was our little secret.

I never did that to any other person after she died.

Except Mira.

I guess some part of me had known from the very beginning that I was already gone over her. Can’t exactly pinpoint the moment, but maybe when she slapped me. That sweet fire of hers.

Whenever it happened, I’m done trying to fight it, especially after the day I had. Brutal. The drive to Mayfield. Four hours of kicking myself for dumping Mira into Daniel’s lap and just leaving. An extra two hours of wandering around different shops and gathering the items I was there for while constantly wondering if Mira would like the pretty dresses, the stuffed animals, the books I passed.

I spent an unnecessary amount of time strolling through the romance section of Mayfield’s tiny bookshop wondering which ones Mira would like

I called the office and booked a few weeks off in December to take Mira to twelve of the Greek Islands.

It wasn’t until I was eyeing a sleek, matte black journal thinking Mira can use it to write out her thoughts and feelings that it actually hit me.

It swung at me with such unnecessary force, I dropped the book. It hit the top of my boot and dropped open to a blank page.

The girl behind the counter had hurried out to see if I was okay and I could only stare at her while my brain processed this unfathomable new thing.

Little brat got me.

Sure as shit wasn’t infatuation or lust, or whatever people might think; I was staring at a wall of glittery, pink journals for God sakes.

Am I supposed to tell her?

Would it freak her out if I did?

What if she didn’t feel the same? What if she decided I was actually crazy and had Daniel file a restraining order?

But what if she says it back? Am I even ready to hear it?

Daniel probably did something romantic. Does it matter?

I stood there so long staring at the open journal at my feet, I jumped when the clerk bent down and picked it up for me.

I didn’t get it.

I ran out of that place like I’d committed a crime. Got back in Daniel’s truck and sat there.

As someone who has never had love or been loved, the whole concept terrifies me. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if she returns the feelings, or what to do if she doesn’t. All my life, I’ve played second to Daniel and that’s okay. I love my brother. But now he has Mira, and she loves him.

Why would she love me?

“The fact that you think I would ever pick you over Daniel...”

Lucy once said something similar. When I asked her why she would leave my bed and get into Daniel’s, if I wasn’t doing enough to satisfy her and she’d scoffed, “You will never be Daniel, Chris. He will always be better.”

Why would Mira pick me when she has Daniel?

Why am I even bothering? At the end of it all, she will pick Daniel and it will crush my heart.

The worst part of it all is the drive back. The long stretch of highway with nothing but my own thoughts telling me to stop being a little bitch and accept my fate. It’s four hours of all my past trauma resurfacing and reminding me I’m not worth being loved.

But I promised her sixty years. I promised her everything. Come hell or high water, my soul belongs to her now until she breaks me.

Idiot.

Fucking idiot.

My spiraling descent into madness is only temporarily halted when I pass a shawarma place. I pull in long enough to grab supper even though Daniel got enough groceries the day before to last us a week.

And only because Mira mentioned it was her favorite food.

At the cabin, I gather up my bags and the food and make my way up the uneven path to the door.

“You didn’t check in.”

The disembodied voice from the shadowy corner of the porch nearly sends me out of my skin. I know I made a sound that immediately revoked my man card, but I recover quickly and face the figure crouched in the single rocking chair.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap at my brother, until I notice the blankets bundled up in his lap.

“Waiting for your ass to get home,” he mutters, and I notice he’s keeping his voice low. “She was too anxious to sit inside.”

Careful not to be too loud, I gingerly set my bags down and cross to where Daniel holds Mira nestled against his chest. Her head on his shoulder, face half buried in his neck. Her breathing is slow and even, the palpable whisper of slumber.

Guilt tangles up my insides as I reach to touch the cool curve of her cheek right over her jaw.

Mira comes awake immediately. Her blue eyes spring open and she jerks upright. She blinks like a baby owl at Daniel before noticing me and giving a little gasp.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Christian!” The blanket is flung off and she lunges out of my brother’s lap to throw herself into my chest.

The tackle nearly takes me over.

I wasn’t expecting it. A large, sad part of me hadn’t even expected she would notice I was gone. I had a whole picture in my head of finding her and Daniel curled up on the sofa, watching TV, both surprised when I finally walk back through the door.

But her arms are cracking my ribs. Her face is pressed so deep against my chest, I’m sure it’s leaving a bruise. And she’s shaking.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” I murmur, clasping her back.

There’s no excuse.

Getting caught up in my head is no reason to worry her like this. I should have known better — I do know better. Daniel has been telling me she’s fragile and I need to be careful.

“It won’t happen again,” I promise into the top of her head.

“It’s okay,” she says barely over a whisper.

I know it’s a lie.

I see it in Daniel’s frown when he unfolds himself from the old rocking chair, rolls up the blanket off the floor and pads in the direction of the door.

“I brought food,” I tell her, trying to cheer her up. “Shawarma.”

She gives a soft laugh and lifts her face. “I do love shawarma.”

Carefully, I frame her cheeks between my palms and peer imploringly into her eyes. “It won’t happen again. I’m sorry I worried you.”

Mira gives a dramatic roll of her eyes. “I wasn’t worried. Daniel was. I was just keeping him company.”

Biting back my grin, I dip my face and kiss the tip of her nose. “He’s always been a worrier.”

She nods and lifts her face for a proper kiss.

I oblige and, like her lips have the power to soothe the ache I’d been carrying the entire drive back, the storm calms in my chest. The noises recede.

Mira twists her arms around my shoulders and holds me to her. To the slender fingers she works into my hair, the lips moving in time with mine.

“Where’d you go?” she asks when I finally free her.

After smoothing a thumb over the damp curve of her bottom lip, I gather up her tiny hand, my bags, and take everything inside.

“I had to get some things,” I tell her, shutting and locking the door behind us. “Are you hungry?”

We set up camp in the living room. The still semi hot cartons of meat and rice are scooped into plates that we set around the coffee table. Daniel lights the fireplace and I flick the TV on.

Supper passes in moderate silence broken mainly by the show Mira has chosen; I can’t remember the last time I watched TV. I can’t even name a movie in the last five years. It’s nice.

Comfortable.

Like we’ve done this a million times.

Mira’s in an oversized sweater and sweats. Her hair bunched up in a messy knot at the top of her head. Everything about her is soft and warm, and cozy, and I can’t stop nuzzling into her.

Daniel sits in Dad’s old armchair, his laptop open in his lap, fingers tapping lightly. His brows are scrunched up with deep focus.

Work, I’m guessing.

Mira shifts again and my attention goes straight back to her, to her cushion. Guessing and gauging her discomfort.

“Cold?” I ask her, hand already bunching in the Afghan thrown across the back of the sofa.

She shakes her head. “Already seen this one.”

I glance at the TV. Some detective is standing over a body of a stripper.

“We can change it.”

Her head shakes again. “I don’t want to watch TV anymore.”

“What do you—?”

Her fingers are at the snaps on my jeans, her indication unmistakable. Her big eyes lift to my face as she drags my zipper down and lets my cock free.

“I was thinking,” she begins slowly, gaze unwavering. “I haven’t tasted you. I want to.”

“Oh,” is the best I can manage with her soft, cool fingers already wrapped around my dick.

She turns sideways on the cushion with her knees bent under her. She scoots back a few inches to give herself space to lower her head and suction her lips to my cap.

Her mouth is heaven. Not anywhere near the dream her cunt is, but it’s wet and hot, and the swirly thing she does with her tongue has my body shifting down for comfort.

Every movement is unhurried. She seems to be finding her rhythm and I’m fine with that. I get to watch her bob on my dick with hollowed cheeks and plump lips.

At some point, I must have closed my eyes and leaned my head back because they fly open when she flicks the hole. Circles it. Nudges the tip of her tongue in.

That’s new.

All the head I’d ever been given...

“Shit!”

My little brat doesn’t bat an eye. Her lips seal around the swollen head to suck like she’s trying to get milkshake through a straw, but her hand is wandering. I can’t see it until it slips between the V of my pants and cups my balls.

Holy fuck!

My head slams back as she curls her fingers and tugs. Squeezes. She times it with her sucks and my hips jerk up to meet her.

But then the demon is pulling her hand back. She’s releasing the pressure and I whimper.

Whimper!

“Shh,” the little brat coos.

I’m too fascinated to unpack the way I like this. I’m too busy seeing stars when she traces two fingertips down my perineum.

“Mira...!”

My molars creak with the force of my restraint. I can’t see anything around her head still in my lap but I fucking feel it when her finger slips into my ass to the first knuckle followed by the plunge of her mouth down my cock.

And holy shit. Holy shit!

“Mira! Fuck!”

“Stop?” It’s not a taunt, but she’s rocking her finger, sending sparks through my balls and up my cock.

It doesn’t hurt. Her finger is tiny, but there’s still a tug, a friction from the dry entry that’s making the ring burn slightly.

I don’t know if I’m supposed to like it. Never had anything back there. Never had anyone put anything back there. Not that I’ve ever been opposed, but now I’m curious how it would feel with lube to make the glide better.

“No,” I grind out and nearly fucking die when her finger plunges to the second knuckle and she hollows her cheeks around my head. “Fucking ... what the fuck...?”

She thrusts lightly, matching her finger to her mouth and I’m fisting the back of the couch with one hand and the edge of my cushion with the other. Restraining the urge to grab her.

When Mira lifts her head, dislodging my painfully throbbing cock from its home in her throat, my desperate ass actually whines. Like a puppy begging for his treat. I should be mortified but she gives me a smile with wet, swollen lips and eases her finger the rest of the way as if to pacify me.

Outrageous and still my hip pushes into her hand, meeting her thrusts.

“Do you like this?” she whispers, leaning up into my chest. Her lips brush mine as she finger fucks me and stares into my soul.

I nod, mesmerized by the dark, feminine heat coming off her. I’m fucking loving this side of her.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her and earn the most hauntingly beautiful smile, the kind I would crawl across scorching asphalt for her for.

“I want to do this again.” She combines the depth of her finger with the press of her thumb into my perineum and my whole body jerks. Bells scream between my ears. “You feel so good.”

Goddamn it!

She eases the pressure and I slump against the cushions. Wheezing for breath. Sweat soaks my skin, plastering my clothes to me. I tear off my top and chuck it somewhere.

Mira dislodges from me gently and I nearly whimper. She just smiles and kisses my mouth.

I watch as she unfolds from the sofa and reaches for the hem of her sweater. Inch by inch, she frees all that sweet, perfect flesh. Her pants come next until she’s exactly how I want her all the time.

Naked. Aroused.

I waste no time tearing off my shoes and jeans and she grins at my enthusiasm.

I’m holding my breath by the time she returns. My heart is rampant in my chest as my demon positions herself with her head back in my lap but her ass up in the air. One leg is extended over the cushion to brace on the floor, spreading her invitingly to the man who is no longer focused on his laptop.

I haven’t forgotten about Daniel but who gives a shit about him when I have a dirty little brat greedily sucking my dick and palming my balls. Daniel isn’t my problem.

Mira spits on her fingers. Not lube, but I spread my knees for her and only slightly wince when she nudges the tender area. There’s a bit less gripping when she slides back in. The whole finger. To the hilt. Her mouth takes my erection at the same time in perfect sync.

I drop my head back and close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the feeling of so much sensation. Daniel mentioned a boyfriend and I wonder if she did this with him or if she learned it from one of her books. It doesn’t matter because I’m the one reaping the rewards.

A cavernous, satisfied groan rumbles down my cock and my eyes snap open. Mira’s still sucking me off, but Daniel is behind her. His hands on her raised hips and he’s fucking her and she’s vibrating down my shaft with every hard thrust.

It’s fucking amazing and I know I’m not going to last, but I bear down and close my eyes again, letting my senses drift between her finger, her mouth and the hot hum of her throat.

Holding on becomes a white knuckled situation when she slams herself down harder, faster while begging Daddy to fuck her pussy deeper.

Shit. Definitely not going to last.

“Mira...”

I try to warn her but my demon clamps her lips around my base and fucks my ass deeper and I’m only human. I wash her greedy throat with an insane amount of cum that she happily accepts.

I’m still dizzy when she detaches and straightens. I’m not prepared for her mouth closing over mine or the hot cum she transfers into my mouth.

I groan in surprise, but don’t pull away. I know what my jizz tastes like. I’ve licked myself out of a pussy or two in the past. But like the finger in the ass, this is new.

I thrust my tongue into her mouth and take it all back. Only Mira fights back. Demanding its return. It becomes a battle of hands fisting in hair and angry tongues lashing against the other.

All the while, Daniel fucks her and she moans and twitches in my arms.

“Lie back,” I growl.

Daniel understands. Doesn’t ask questions when dragging my brat back and repositioning them across the sofa with Mira on her back across his chest. He has his hands under her knees and I am gifted with a full buffet of her impaled cunt.

Masterpiece doesn’t come close to the sight of her hole shiny and stretched. She’s perfection in every sense of the word and she’s mine. Made for me. Made to take everything I’m going to do to her.

A little deranged by the prospect of ruining her, I lunge. I take her clit between my lips and I suck. Nothing more. Daniel’s already bucking his hips. I just add the pull, the sweet pain I know she likes.

Mira groans and shudders. Her head falls on Daniel’s shoulder and he takes advantage of her arched back by cupping her breasts. I watch hungrily over her mound as he skates over her nipples with his fingers.

Our girl must have been close because she makes an incoherent sound. Her hips roll over my lips and down Daniel’s dick. Riding us both.

“I’m cumming,” she whines once. Then again louder and I feel the pulse of her clit between my lips.

Daniel quickens his pumps. He pinches her nipples and squeezes and twists until she howls with the pain.

“Cum on Daddy’s cock, baby. Soak Christian’s face.”

Mira lifts her head and locks eyes with me. Her fingers slide across the back of my head and she rubs her cunt against my face.

“Lick my pussy, Uncle Christian.”

Still not a fan, but she seems to like it and that’s all I give a shit about. She can call me whatever the fuck she wants as long as she cums screaming.

I give her the faintest grin before I sink my teeth into her clit and bite.

She screams.

She howls with the most delicious wail of pain as her body heaves and comes undone. Her pussy rushes a sweet, sticky liquid that trickles down Daniel’s dick so I can’t fucking taste, but I satisfy myself soothing her pulsing clit with the flat of my tongue while my little demon whimpers for more.

Her daddy reaches between her trembling thighs and spreads his baby’s lips between his fingers.

“Keep licking, Chris. We’re not done.” His free hand is around her throat. His mouth at her ear. “When I’m finished pumping your cunt full of cum, your uncle is going to take his turn. Then me again. Let’s see how much cum my little doll’s tight hole can take before your birth control fails.”

Gasping, Mira shakes her head. “Do it. Fill me.” She widens her legs in invitation. “Breed your baby’s pussy.”

Fuck, I’m hard all over again. My cock is ready to fulfill his part in this mission. It’s ready to slide into her already stuffed hole. Doesn’t care it would be rubbing against his brother’s dick as long as it can squeeze inside her, too. But not yet. She’s still so tiny.

“Such a cum greedy doll,” Daniel growls, digging his heels into the cushions and driving up inside her with deep, angry thrusts.

I do my part and flick her clit offered between the V of Daniel’s fingers, getting her close.

Daniel cums. He snarls and squeezes her throat while telling her she’s Daddy’s pretty little cum dump. That sends her over.

I don’t let either of them cool down. I grab Mira and drag her off my brother. I twist her over and plant her back across Daniel’s chest with her hips in my hands and her leaking mound directly over her daddy’s still dripping dick.

I push inside her pulsing heat. One hand pins her lower back. The other twists up in her hair.

“Rock, brat,” I hiss through my teeth as I pound her greedy cunt. “Get your daddy hard for his turn.”

Daniel takes her hips and grinds her sensitive clit over his dick while I fuck my little brat from behind.

It takes zero convincing to get Daniel to go to bed with Mira. My plan won’t work if they’re in separate beds.

I did momentarily wonder if I should wait. The fuckathone on the sofa hadn’t been part of the plan and we fucked Mira a lot. Little brat was willing to go again, but Daniel called it, for which I was glad because I was also ready to go again.

That alone gave me some confidence that what I’m about to do was okay.

Careful not to wake the two entwined figures twisted up in the rumpled sheets, I ease up onto the mattress and finish setting up the rest of my plans. The only reason I drove to Mayfield this morning.

Satisfied by the results, I climb down and face the pair.

With every care and slowness in the world, I free Mira from Daniel’s death grip and drag her a good distance from the other man. Far enough not to wake him.

My brother rolls onto his other side, giving us even more space.

Thank you, God!

She’s in a t-shirt and a pair of panties I can’t make out the color of in the dark. I roll the hem of her top over her delicious tits.

I’m not mad about earlier on the sofa. I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but damn it! It cut into a lot of my time and now I have to rush my work.

I reach over to the nightstand for the first item of the night.

The moonlight drifting through the window carves up the smooth line of the blade and my stomach seizes. My palm flexes around the handle.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

Carefully, I get into place straddling her chest. The blade goes to her throat, but not touching. High enough away from her skin so as not to cut her if she wakes up with a jolt.

“Mira.”

It takes a couple of hushed attempts, but she finally opens her eyes with a flutter of her long lashes. She blinks twice.

“Christian?”

I raise the blade to my lips. “Shhh.” I lower it back to her pretty neck and almost shiver when her eyes widen. “You don’t want to wake Daddy, do you?”

I let her tilt her chin to Daniel’s dark silhouette across the bed. His back to us. Oblivious to the torture I have planned for his baby.

“What are you going to do to me?” she whispers, looking back at me.

I drag the tip of my knife down the center of her chest, between her full, firm breasts. I watch her nipples shrivel and become teasing little points that I roll under the flat of my blade.

Mira bites back a moan as the cold metal kisses her skin.

“What you’ve been asking your uncle to do every time you climb into my lap and wiggle your little ass on my cock.”

She does moan and I have to hide my smirk by ducking my head and capturing her free nipple between my teeth.

My deviant little brat.

“You like feeling me get hard, don’t you?” I tug on the peak and make her wiggle. “You like when I slip my hand under your tiny skirt and play with your pussy.”

“Yes,” she pants. Thrashes.

“You know you’re not supposed to tease your uncle. Not supposed to cum on his fingers while your daddy’s in the next room. But you’re such a bad girl, aren’t you, Mira? Such a bad, horny little girl who needs her uncle’s cock in her tight hole, isn’t that right?”

“Yes. Yes. I want it.”

I slide down her wiggling torso, dragging the blade down across every rib. Circle her navel. Follow the metal with my tongue.

“But can you keep quiet? You know this is our little secret. Daddy won’t like the dirty things I’m about to do to his little girl.”

Mira groans long and deep. Her legs squirm across the sheets but I get between them, forcing them to stay open.

“Arms up, Mira. Hold the bars.”

She does quickly and obediently. Her fingers curl around the iron spirals. I tug and roll the hem of her top higher and tuck it between her teeth.

“You’re too vocal, little brat. I’ll have to stop if my brother wakes up to find me in his baby’s bed, eating her sweet pussy. He might get jealous and keep your cunt for himself. Can’t have that, can we? Especially given how long you’ve been teasing me with having my turn.”

She’s soaked.

The scent of her is a heavy fog lingering in the air and I’m drunk on it. If I had known this was her kink ... fuck, I would have used it that first night when I had her cornered against the wall.

I run the flat of my blade over her covered mound. Give it a sharp smack that sends her hips off the mattress with a muffled whine.

God, this isn’t going to work. She’s so loud.

I glance at Daniel.

Still out.

Maybe I should have drugged him.

Next time.

Hooking a finger into her drenched crotch, I drag the fabric away from her hungry pussy and slide my knife across the center, tearing her panties but leaving the scraps hanging off her hips.

“You’ve made a puddle on the bed, Mira. Just like the diner.”

“Lick it,” I think she garbles.

I oblige because I’m a gentleman, but also, there is no way I’m not tasting this messy cunt.

I run the flat of my tongue from hole to clit in a thorough sweep, swallowing every drop of her delicious release. I suck her lips clean and get between her folds. I breach her opening and she fucks herself on my tongue like the greedy brat she is.

But this isn’t her show. She’s my victim. She just doesn’t know it yet.