ROURKE OWENS
Today was my girlfriend’s eighteenth birthday and I couldn’t be happier.
No more rules.
No more fucking restrictions and stipulations.
Fucking finally.
I turned eighteen three months ago and had been waiting on Six to catch up. In a bid to make everything up to her – because, let’s face it, I had a hella lot of making up to her to do – I had planned a birthday surprise for my girl.
I’d been a complete fucking dick to her when we first met – when we were first thrown together. The things I did to her paled in comparison to the things I had said.
How she was still willing to hook her flag to my sail was a miracle in itself. I didn’t apologize, either. It wasn’t in me.
Instead, I focused on improving shit. In doing whatever I could to make it better. By giving her a version of me I knew she deserved. A version of me I never knew existed. A version that hadn’t existed until she came and woke me up.
Problem was, my father was determined to cock block me at any given chance.
Dick.
To be honest, I was about done with listening to anything my old man had to say.
Fucker was full of shit.
Seriously, the man’s mouth was turning brown from the crap he spewed daily.
If I heard the words ‘forbidden’ or ‘icky’ come out of his mouth one more time, I was going to lose my shit.
So I was in love with my stepsister.
Big fucking deal.
Dad needed to build a bridge and get over it, or step the hell aside, because I wasn’t backing down on this.
Not when it came to Six.
It had taken me too fucking long to swallow my pride and chase the girl down. Now she was finally mine, I wasn’t about to let him and Cassidy ruin what we had.
And we weren’t fucking icky.
Our relationship was nothing like what they were insinuating.
They were the ones who had thrown two teenagers alone into a parent-less house and told us to get along.
The fuck did he think would happen?
Six was gorgeous and I had a dick.
Forbidding me from doing anything wasn’t going to swing well for my old man. I had yet to listen to a damn thing that came out of his mouth, and I sure as hell wasn’t starting now.
Pushing back against authority came naturally to me. Six, not so much. She was a stickler for the rules and I hated that I loved that about her. She was too damn obedient, dammit! For an independent girl, she listened too much – cared too much – about her mother.
Controlling me was something my father never had the ability of doing.
Six, on the other hand, was easily manipulated by her mother – made to feel guilty and responsible for everything – and it drove me batshit crazy.
It was our parents who were the goddamn icky ones for procreating at their stage in life.
Gabe needed to concentrate on the shit storm he’d made for himself – the pregnant woman-child keeping his bed warm.
I would handle her daughter.
This house and every goddamn thing around us belonged to me, and if Gabe and Cass wanted to push, I was pushing right back.
That girl was mine, and unlike my father, I only planned on having one wife.
Keeping our relationship hidden at home was not my idea. I wasn’t happy about it and I let the whole damn world know about it on a daily basis. But Cassidy was pregnant and Six was determined not to upset her.
What a crock of shit.
I didn’t give a fuck if she was growing a whole damn football team inside of her; Six wasn’t something I was going to hide.
At school, she was careful. It was worse at home. I guess getting caught fucking the morning after homecoming was the reason for her secrecy.
I had been balls deep inside of her when both our parents stormed into that hotel room.
The shit storm that had occurred afterwards was entirely unnecessary. We weren’t animals. I wasn’t some feral dog chasing down a bitch in heat. We were two teenagers in love and showing it.
At night, when I crept into her room, we would talk until the sun came up about our plans.
About our future.
Because I knew my future would be entwined with hers.
See? Nothing goddamn icky about that.
I was an all or nothing kind of guy, and I had thrown my eggs, basket, and the henhouse itself into our relationship.
It wasn’t something I did on a whim.
I was deadly serious about her.
I figured once we graduated from the Academy and got the hell out of Ocean Bay, we’d get married. Not right away, I knew she wasn’t ready for that, but sometime during college.
I wasn’t a patient person and knew I couldn’t wait four years to put a ring on her finger.
I didn’t trust time.
I guess that’s what happens to a guy when he watches his mama die of cancer in her twenties.
Time was temporary.
Life was temporary.
I needed to make Six permanent.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway filled my ears and I grinned to myself.
It’s showtime, Six.
MERCEDES JAMES
Ariana Grande’s version of Santa Baby was blasting from the second level story of our house as I climbed the staircase, laden down with more shopping bags than I knew what to do with.
Most of the bags contained items of clothing that would never in a million freaking years grace my body – courtesy of my pregnant mom-child and her tacky as hell taste in PVC pleather.
Fuck my life.
Exhausted from being dragged from store to store with an overly hormonal Cass, who had insisted on treating me to a birthday shopping trip, I made a beeline for my bedroom, wanting to sleep the day out of my system.
Birthday shopping trip my ass.
If the woman knew me even a little bit, she would know that any trip that involved shopping was like hell on freaking earth to me. Add that to the fact that Christmas was three days away, meaning the stores were packed to the rooftops with last-minute shoppers, and I was not a happy bunny.
‘Ho fucking ho, Six!’ my boyfriend announced the moment I stepped foot inside my bedroom. ‘Happy eighteenth birthday, babe.’
Rourke was standing on my bed, clad in a red velvet Santa coat, a pair of Christmas-themed novelty boxers – glittery red, of course – black boots, and a Santa hat perched on his head.
More candles and flowers than I could count were scattered around my bedroom. A beautiful array of fresh red and white roses, spelling out the number 18, adorned my bedroom wall.
‘Oh my fucking god,’ I laughed, dropping my bags on the floor before swiftly slamming and locking my bedroom door behind me. My mom had serious boundary issues and having her burst in and find her stepson nearly naked in my room wouldn’t go down well.
‘Surprised?’ Rourke asked, cocky smile etched on his face, while he flexed his impressive pecs.
Understatement of the century.
‘Uh, yeah, a little!’ With my back pressed to the locked door, I allowed myself to take in the sight before me. ‘You are –’ I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me as I removed my hoodie and kicked off my sneakers, ‘a total freak, Rourke Owens.’
‘A freak?’ Grinning devilishly, Rourke jumped off my bed and prowled towards me with exaggerated swagger, tipping his hat as he moved. ‘Now, now, now,’ he tutted, feigning disapproval, ‘Is that anyway to speak to Santa, little girl?’
Bad mood from my disastrous shopping trip with Mom instantly forgotten, I shimmied towards my man, jostling and shaking my hips to the music blasting from the iPod dock as I playfully fell into character.
‘Oh, Santa baby, please forgive me.’ Batting my lashes dramatically, I closed the space between us and slipped my hands inside his Santa coat to rest on his ripped stomach. ‘Please don’t put me on the naughty list, Mr. Santa Claus, sir.’ Wrapping my arms around his narrow waist, I let one hand trail down his back to squeeze his tight ass. ‘I’ll be a good girl this time, I swear…’ Reaching up on my tip-toes, I planted a lingering kiss on his lips, tongue snaking out to trace his bottom lip, before slowly pulling back and batting my lashes once more. ‘I’ll do whatever it takes to stay on the nice list…’ Teasingly, I let my hand trail to the front of his boxers. ‘Anything,’ I purred, cupping his junk. ‘Sir…’
‘Well shit,’ Rourke groaned, instantly hardening against my hand. ‘This is supposed to be your birthday gift, but it’s starting to feel like mine, Six.’
‘Ha.’ I grinned in victory. ‘So, my birthday gift is role play?’
‘Tempting…but no.’ Tapping me on the nose with this finger, Rourke quickly moved for the black sack at the foot of my bed. ‘These –’ he paused to tip the contents of his Santa sack onto my bed, ‘Are your birthday gifts.’
‘Whoa,’ I breathed, eyes widening at the sight. There had to be at list twenty gift boxes on my bed. ‘What the hell did you do to afford all of those? Rob a bank?’
‘Close,’ he shot back, sinking down on the bed. ‘I turned eighteen and inherited this town.’
‘That’s so hot,’ I countered, tone dripping with sarcasm. ‘Trust-fund baby.’
‘Not as hot as what I plan to do to your ass, little miss promises to swallow but always spits,’ came his quick-witted retort.
‘Hey –’ I narrowed my eyes, ‘I can’t help it if I have a sensitive gag reflex!’
‘Selective gag reflex,’ he shot back. ‘Now, get your sexy ass over here.’ He patted his thigh. ‘Come and sit on Santa’s lap, baby,’ he purred, dimples deepening in his cheeks. ‘I’ve got a real special present for you.’
It was a trick.
Of course it was a freaking trick.
It didn’t stop me from springing onto his lap and straddling him, though. Nope. Because when it came to Rourke Owens, I was a lost cause.
‘What’s this?’ I asked when he produced a small, rectangular shaped gift box from behind his back.
‘Open it and see.’
Wary, I narrowed my eyes. ‘Rourke…’
‘Just open it, Six.’
‘Fine, but you better not have spent a lot of money on me –’
‘I’ll spend whatever I goddamn want on you, and you’ll like it,’ he interrupted, ever the alpha male. ‘Now, open your gift.’
Reluctantly, I did.
Carefully undoing the ribbon on top, I lifted the top of the box off and gaped at the contents inside. ‘You…bought me a rubber dick?’ I strangled out, eyes locked on the neon-pink vibrator. ‘For my birthday?’
He grinned devilishly. ‘I sure fucking did, Six.’
‘You’re an asshole.’
He laughed. ‘Don’t get pissy. It’s in conjunction with this.’ Sliding his hand into the pocket of his Santa coat, he retrieved a small square box and quickly flipped it open.
‘Oh my fucking god,’ I breathed, eyes glued to the diamond ring inside. ‘Is this a…because I’m not sure if I’m ready to get mar…’
‘It’s a promise ring,’ he quickly explained, taking the ring from the box and sliding it onto my finger.
My heart hammered violently in my chest. ‘A promise of what?’
‘A promise to not put my dick in anyone else.’
‘Cute.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘Real cute, Rourke.’
He grinned. ‘And this –’ he took the vibrator out of the box, ‘Is another promise.’
‘Oh yeah?’ I arched a brow. ‘A promise of what?’
‘This is a promise that you’re making to me.’
‘Oh really?’
‘Really,’ he purred. ‘Aside from my cock, fingers, and tongue, this right here is the only thing you’ll be feeling inside of your body from here on out.’
Jesus Christ…
‘Is that so?’
‘It sure is.’
‘Well, I didn’t give you that authority over me,’ I teased, rocking suggestively on his lap.
His gripped my hip tightly. ‘I didn’t ask your permission.’
Fuck.
‘Get naked, Six,’ he commanded, eyes darkening with heat. ‘Because you’re about to fuck yourself, and I’m about to watch.’
It was scary the things I was prepared to let Rourke Owens do to my body – and how much I enjoyed him doing them.
Naked as the day I was born, I continued to play with myself, pushing the vibrator through my wet folds, in and out, deep and hard…
I needed to come.
Fast.
I was writhing in a state of deranged pleasure, while his eyes burned into me. Too aroused to stop, I just looked at Rourke and kept going. His eyes on my body only made it better. More intense.
On my back with my legs spread wide open, I continued to fuck myself, clicking the button at the base of the vibrator several times until the fastest vibration tore through me.
‘Fuck,’ I cried out, eyes rolling back, as I held it deep inside, and reached down to roughly thumb my clit.
I needed the orgasm I was chasing. I needed to come so badly that I couldn’t think about anything so minuscule as my self-respect.
My vision clouded when Rourke trailed a finger over the tips of my breasts.
Unsatisfied, I released a frustrated cry and pressed harder.
‘Enjoying Rourke. Jr, Six?’ he asked, sinking down on the edge of the bed, playing with my hardened nipples.
‘Help me, asshole,’ I begged, crying out when I clumsily lost my rhythm and the rippling sensation building up inside of me faded out.
He arched a brow. ‘Asshole?’
‘Please,’ I begged. ‘I need to come.’
He trailed his hand down my body, stopping at my clit. I watched as he leaned over and pressed a small kiss to my hip.
I thrust my hips upwards but he pulled away, smile tormenting and teasing.
‘You want me to make you come, Six?’ he asked, tone soft.
I nodded eagerly.
‘That rubber dick’s not like the real thing, is it, baby?’
I shook my head. ‘No.’
‘Can’t fuck you like I can…’
‘No, Rourke, fuck! Please just…’
‘Please just what, Six?’ Rourke crooned mockingly. ‘Please just fuck you with this?’ His hand wrapped around the vibrator. ‘Is this what you want?’ And with a flick of his wrist, he managed to hit a pressure I hadn’t been able to reach on my own.
Having his eyes on me only intensified the sensations thrashing through my body. ‘Yes…please, oh god… No –’
I screamed when he switched it off and stood up.
Quickly stripping off, Rourke reached for the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down until his cock sprang free; thick and hard and more appealing than any plastic knock off.
Without a word, he sank down on the bed beside me and patted his thighs. ‘Sit on my cock, Six.’
Climbing on his lap, I slowly eased myself down on his thick erection; crying out when he filled me with every perfect inch of his cock.
I was filled to the point of pain, but then I sank down completely and he released a guttural snarl, the sensation driving me batshit crazy.
‘Ride me, Six,’ he commanded, tone thick and raspy. ‘Fuck the real deal, baby.’
So I did.
Bouncing up and down on his cock, I was relentless and taking this all for me. Hips bucking wildly, I didn’t care about his pleasure in this moment.
‘Harder baby,’ Rourke growled in approval. ‘Fuck me with that tight little pussy.’
His tongue slid into my mouth hard, hot, and sexy as fuck.
My skin was damp, cheeks flushed, vision blurred, but I heard the distinct sound of the vibrator going.
‘Wh-what are you doing?’ I moaned against his mouth, bopping up and down like a rag doll.
‘You’re going to take my cock, Six,’ he growled against my lips. ‘And whatever else I give you.’
Oh sweet Jesus…
Nodding, I rode him hard and fast, stilling only when the searing sensation of pressure attacked my ass.
When I sank down on his lap, Rourke pushed up, pushing past my tight walls, fucking my ass with the lubed-up vibrator, filling my pussy with his cock, and my mouth with his tongue.
‘Jesus…’ I was so full, so turned on that I jerked violently in his arms.
He kept it in my ass, thrusting his hips upwards, holding me on his lap.
‘Feel me,’ Rourke ordered, pumping me with his cock, fingers digging roughly into my hipbone, as he fucked my ass with the vibrator. ‘Feel me fucking you, Six.’
Oh fuck, I could…
‘I can’t take it –’ Crying out, I bucked wildly on his lap, unable to take the pressure rising up inside of my core. ‘Rourke, I’m gonna…’
The orgasm that crashed through my body was so powerful that I collapsed against his chest, a jittery, shaking mess. ‘T-turn it o-0ff,’ I moaned, feeling like I had been electrocuted by sensations. ‘P-please, Rourke.’
‘I’ve got you, Six,’ he groaned, slowly pulling the vibrator out of my body while he emptied himself inside of me. ‘Jesus…’
Completely spent and thoroughly satiated, I sagged against him, boneless and still trembling. ‘I think we’re going to hell,’ I managed to whimper when words finally found me again.
Chuckling, Rourke pressed a kiss to my hair. ‘Happy birthday, Six.’
Read Rourke and Mercy’s story in Endgame, Ocean Bay #1
