Acts of Mercy: A Stepbrother Romance (Men of WRATH Book 5)

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. I just propositioned my stepbrother for a kiss. A kiss that I damn well hope turns into something more.

I feel his chest slowly rise and fall before his arms are wrapping around me and his hands are cupping my ass, lifting me up off the ground and onto him. My legs wrap around his torso, as if they’ve done this a million times before.

They have, but only in my fantasies.

God. This feels so good—so right.

One of his hands reaches up to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair and pulling. “You sure you want a kiss, Little Red?”

My breathing picks up as his lips come closer, the soft pillows brushing against my jawline before placing a soft kiss on my chin.

“Yes,” is all I can manage.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m really going to kiss Hudson Maxwell, my stepbrother.

Without further question, his nose rubs against mine, his tongue reaching out and licking my lips.

Shuddering in his arms, I gasp. God, how can a tongue feel so good?

His hands dig into my ass, responding to my hungry whine as his mouth takes mine without mercy. What was once a tentative taste is now a full-on devouring.

Our tongues dance as my arms hang on to him for dear life, not giving a fuck about any of the people honking as they pass by.

This moment is worth it. It’s like I’ve transcended any worries, my body and soul melting into the man before me.

“Little Red, should we take this to the truck?” His lips leave mine and I can’t help but mewl in a mixture of pain and need.

“Yes. Now. Please.” My string of words somehow make sense because he walks us to the back of my truck where he pulls open the rear door.

At this moment, I’m thankful that I only brought a suitcase with me and had the rest of my things shipped. This serendipitous coincidence gives us enough room back here to really make out… and maybe more.

His eyes stare down at me hungrily as he lays me down onto the bed of the truck. “The things I want to do to you, Little Red. If only we had enough time.”

If only. I wonder if he senses how limited our time really is. This is it. This is all I will ever have, so I better make the best of it.

Grabbing onto his shirt, I pull him down to me and growl out as I roll us over, straddling his hips with my legs.

“How about you let Little Red show you how good I can huff,” I undo his belt, “puff,” lower myself to his waist and undo his slacks, “and blow.”

His lips turn up into a wicked grin as his dick twitches at the suggestion, “I’m not sure that’s how the story goes, but I’m down for modifications.” His face comes to the top of my head and his lips place a gentle but hungry kiss to my forehead.

Having received the go ahead, my hands gently pull down his silk boxers, exposing the beast I’ve dreamed of on too many nights to count.

And. Oh. My. Gawd. None of my dreams did it justice. It’s perfect.

I’ve only seen men’s privates in porn. Yes, I’m a virgin. No, I’m not a damn prude.

And thank goodness I had, because there is no way I’d appreciate the perfect specimen of a man right here.

He is long and thick, the pink velvety skin beckoning my mouth for a taste.

I close my eyes, checking in with myself one last time.

I’m holding my stepbrother’s dick in my hands. This is not okay. But am I okay?

As his length pulses against me, I can’t help but give a resounding, ‘Fuck yes, I’m okay’. To hell with the consequences. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.

Bringing my mouth to the spongy tip, I take him in. Our eyes meet and I see nothing but smoldering heat and desire.

Doing what feels natural, I take him in further, sucking and pressing my tongue to the base of his length as I slowly move my head up and down.

I must be doing something right because his hand cups the back of my head, his fingers gripping me as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is so damn perfect.”

I smile around him, thinking the feeling is mutual but unable to voice it because my mouth is so full.

Cupping his jewels, I take him in as far as I can, my throat gagging just a little. He seems to like this because his eyes go dark and his nostrils flare as he gives me shallow thrusts with his hips.

“As much as I love this, Little Red, I’m going to have to stop you. There’s no way in hell I’m going to come before you do.” In one swift movement, he pulls himself from me, rolling us over so now he’s on top.

“If you were mine, I’d never let you leave the house looking like this. I’d spank your ass raw for even trying.” The look in his eyes is nothing but fire, the truth in his words hitting me like the bricks of revelation that they are. I could never be his.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I bring him to me, causing his massive dick to rub up against my swollen seam. Arching my back, I moan, “Good thing I’m not yours, then.”

He lets out a feral noise before his mouth descends on my shoulder, biting at the exposed flesh. “Don’t tease me, little one. Or I’ll just have to make you mine.”

His words are like daggers piercing my soul, so I do the only thing I know to silence them. Reaching down between us, I stroke his length up and down before stopping and squeezing at the tip. “No more talking. I’d rather do more kissing.”

Hudson throws his head back and lets out a deep laugh. “Have I finally met someone as hungry as me?”

Before I can answer, his hands are reaching down to my shorts, undoing the buttons as his lips trail down my body—nipping and licking their way down to uncharted territory.

This is real. Hudson Maxwell is peeling off my shorts, his plush lips placing delicate kisses on my mound before his naughty tongue flicks at my slit.

Laying there exposed to my dream man, I can’t help but feel naked, and not for the lack of clothing. No, he doesn’t know who I am, but surely he can see how wet he’s made me. How much I want him.

God, how I want him.

It’s that last thought I have before everything falls away and the world becomes one big blur, all thanks to that glorious tongue of his.

That tongue that could make me fall to my knees in supplication for more.

His tongue flicks my hardened nub before his lips wrap around it, sucking it and flicking it all at the same time.

My fingers find their way to his luscious hair, tugging in sync with his pulling motion.

“Yes. Oh, god. Yes.”

I feel his lips smile against me, surely pleased with the reaction he’s getting. I’d give him a damn medal if I could. He deserves it. Who knew that a mouth could feel this good? Not me.

Rolling my hips into his mouth, he chuckles. “Want more, little one?”

I nod, unable to form any coherent words other than a whiney, “Mhmm.”

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t his thick fingers inside of me. My mouth falls open when I see it’s not just one, but two fingers.

It feels a little odd, but also good.

“Shit. Your channel is so damn tight.” His brows push together as a mixture of apprehension and lust come over his features.

Could he know? Is it possible for him to see that I’m a virgin?

He slowly pumps his digits in and out of me, the pads pressing to the top of my wall and making me moan in ecstasy. Looking down into his eyes, I can’t help but tease. “The better to squeeze you with, my dear.”

His eyes narrow into a mock glare before his mouth descends on my clit, all while his fingers keep pumping in and out, working their magic.

His eyes never leave mine as his skilled actions fire up every nerve ending in my body, heating it and turning my breathing ragged. What is this feeling? The tingling sensation I felt at my core has spread throughout, the sensation spiraling me into a sea of light.

Everything around me turns white, my body shaking as it tenses before letting go.

Every damn thing falls away. All that’s left is Hudson and me in a cocoon of ecstasy, my body laying lax in his arms, like one giant limp noodle.

“You’re so beautiful.” Hudson whispers so low, I’m not sure I was meant to hear it.

Coming down from the cloud of lust I’ve been on, I see Hudson staring down at me with awe in his eyes, as if I were the most extraordinary thing he’d ever seen.

Closing my eyes, I try to burn this image into my brain. I want to have this moment etched into my memory forever.

I was his everything, even if just for a moment.