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  Careful to remain quiet, I open the door and pad across to his room. Ear to his door, I wait for the noise again. My stomach lurches when he repeats the same sound but there’s no one here, no intruders to force that noise from him. I turn the door handle and press open the door an inch. I can make out his shape, sprawled on the bed. He tosses onto one side then back again, clearly trapped in some kind of nightmare. He mutters something and I open the door fully.

  As my eyes adjust to the dark, I see the lines of pain on his face. He tosses once more. “No!” he bellows.

  I approach carefully. Should I wake him or leave him be? I can’t bear to see him in such agony. Whatever he’s dreaming of, it’s killing him.

  I put a hand to his shoulder. His skin is hot and clammy. He jerks a little.

  “V,” I say softly.

  He jolts upright and latches a hot hand around my wrist. I let out an involuntary squeal. He pulls me down onto him then rolls, crushing me underneath him. He stares down at me, sightlessly for a moment, before I see his eyes come into focus. His breaths are heavy and his body is hard and unyielding on top of me. Bare chested and wearing only underwear, I can feel so much of him through my thin cotton nightwear.

  “Little One?” His voice is gritty from sleep.

  I nod and try to speak but I can’t. Not because he’s hurting me or is too heavy but because my body is suddenly aflame with awareness.

  He rolls off me and curses. I lie there for a moment and gather my breath. My body tingles from head to toe, remembering the feel of him on top of me. Of how his hard legs felt brushing against mine, how his chest pressed into my breasts.

  “Are you okay? Hurt?” he demands, flicking on the bedside light and skimming his gaze over me.

  I shake my head.

  “Why are you in my room then?”

  “You were...” I fight for every word. My brain doesn’t want to work, especially not now that I’ve got the perfect view of his body. All hard muscle, swirling ink and smooth skin. My fingers twitch with the desire to stroke my hands over the planes and down. “You were making noises,” I mutter.

  “Noises?”

  “Yes. A nightmare.”

  He swipes a hand over his face. “Sorry if I woke you. You’d better get back to bed.”

  “Don’t you want to talk about it?” A strap from my top slips down one shoulder and his gaze lands on it.

  He stares at me, his gaze seeming to dig deep into my soul. “Gray, go back to your room.”

  “You were moaning. You were shouting. V, you looked like you were in agony.”

  He snorts. “Maybe I am, but not for the reasons you’re thinking.”

  “Then what...” His gaze fixes onto my body and his eyes flare. “Oh.”

  “Get out, Gray. Everything is fine. I just need you to go back to your room. Now.”

  I lift my chin. “What if...what if I don’t want to?”

  “Gray.” My name is said with a hard-edge—a warning.

  The problem is, I’m not scared. I know what I want and I’m not scared. I’m certain he wants it too and I can’t understand why he is intent on denying us both.

  “I’m not leaving. Not until you tell me why you’re being like this.”

  “I have, Little One. I’ve explained it clearly enough. You and I are from two separate worlds.”

  I frown. “No, we’re not.”

  “You might be Danny’s sister but you’re not involved in his world. You know that.”

  “Is it because I’m his sister? Are you scared of him?”

  He smirks. “Danny scares a lot of people but not me.”

  “Then what?”

  “I have a duty to protect you. That includes protecting you from me.”

  “But I don’t want protection from you. I just want you,” I say, exasperated.

  “You don’t know what you want.”

  I stand and step away from the bed. “I do. I might be young but I’m not stupid, and I’m fed up with people treating me as though I can’t even make my own decisions. I know what I want and I would have thought you of all people could see that. After all, aren’t you always telling me how smart I am?”

  He sighed and I hold up a hand. “Don’t even say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me how it’s not going to happen, or how you need to protect me from myself again. I get it. You’re determined to hurt yourself for some reason. I don’t know why you want to hurt me too, though.” I turn away from the bed and storm out the room.

  My skin is hot and my pulse pounds hard with frustration. I haul open the door to the porch and welcome the cold air rushing over my body. I suck it in and hold in the fresh scent of the night. Moonlight glints off the water, turning everything a frosty blue.

  I grip the wooden railing and stare at the calm surface. I wish I could be as calm. If he is feeling anything like I am, then he must understand why I’m so angry.

  A plank creaks behind me and I stiffen. I can feel the heat from his body cutting through the cool night air. The hairs on my arms prick. He takes a few more steps and swallow hard.

  “I never meant to hurt you.”

  The words are so sincere and solemn that I want to turn and fling myself into his arms. But I’m done begging and letting him be in control—at least when it comes to this. He’s so determined to do what he believes is the right thing but if it feels this bad, how can it be right?

  “Little One.”

  I turn to face him and have to steel myself against the sight. His muscular torso stands out beautifully in the moonlight making me want him as much as I want my next breath. This desire hurts, physically. It makes my body ache and my muscles tense up. I can’t think or eat or sleep without considering how much I want him.

  “I might not have much experience,” I tell him, my voice unsteady, “but I know the difference between just wanting someone and whatever this is.” I motion between the both of us. “You think if you just keep walking away and having showers that it will go away but it won’t.”

  He pushes out a breath. “I know.”

  “Do you? Because you’re acting as if you can keep turning your back on this. Even if we go home tomorrow, this won’t end.”

  “I know, damn it.” He shakes his head. “This has been building for longer than a week. I know it won’t go away easily. Or at all.”

  “Then why do you keep punishing me?”

  “You know why.”

  “Because I’m young. Because I’m Danny’s sister. Because you have to protect me. I’ve heard it all and I don’t care.”

  “I do care, Gray. I care too much. Fuck, you really have no idea, do you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve watched you grow from a sweet little girl into a beautiful woman. The moment I realized how much I needed you killed me.” He takes a step closer. “You might have been feeling like this all week. Maybe a few months too, but I’ve been feeling this a lot longer.”

  “You just said, V. I’m a woman. I can make my own decisions and my own mistakes. But I don’t think this would be a mistake.” I step closer now and put a hand to his chest. “If I only have one night with you, I’d never think it was a mistake. Is that too much to ask? One night?”

  I see his defenses crumble. He lets out a rough curse and grabs me, bringing me tight against his chest. His mouth comes down on mine, hot and impatient.

  “Fuck one night,” he says, drawing back. “I want you forever, Little One.”

  Chapter Nine

  Valentine

  I can’t do it. I can’t hold back anymore. Whatever spell this woman has got me under, it’s working. I’m weak for her, too fucking weak, and I’m tired of fighting.

  I grip her to me and relish her moans of pleasure as I kiss her deep. She doesn’t moan like a virgin. Christ no. She moans like a woman ready to be taken. Her sweet little body molds perfectly to me, her high tits pressing against my bare chest. Those rock hard nipples tell me everything I need to know.

 
; As if I didn’t know it already. Gray is ripe for the taking.

  I draw back long enough to look down at her. The moonlight casts her in an ethereal glow, making her eyes appear larger. I can see everything I need to. Those eyes beg me, plead me. Take me, make me yours. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Lips parted, hair tousled from my hands in them, she’s ready and willing.

  “V,” she says, the word a plea.

  “Valentine,” I tell her.

  She blinks for a moment, then a smile curves her lips. “Valentine.”

  The sweet sound of my name on her lips is like fucking ambrosia to me. Like a damned aphrodisiac—not that I need one. She won’t understand it yet, maybe she never will, but giving her my name is an ultimate sacrifice for me. It breaks down all the barriers.

  It’s me finally admitting what I’ve known for too long but never wanted to admit. I love Gray. Have loved her even as a little girl perhaps. Of course, then it was a protective, brotherly sort of love but in the past year or so…fuck has it changed.

  Now I want to love her like a woman.

  And nothing is going to stop me tonight. Not the age gap, not her lack of experience, not that she’s Danny’s sister, not even the knowledge she deserves better.

  I bunch her hair in my fist and tilt her head back. She stares at me, waiting. “There will be no going back if we do this, Little One. You understand? When I take you, everything will change. You’ll be mine, get it? And the future won’t be easy to face at my side.”

  Not to mention her brother will fucking kill me. But I’ll deal with that when the time comes.

  “I don’t care. I just want you. So long as I have you, I know everything will be all right.”

  I nod. “It will be. I’ll make sure of it. Nothing will ever hurt you, Little One. Nothing.”

  “Don’t make me wait anymore.” She presses herself against me. “I’m tired of waiting.”

  “You don’t have to,” I promise.

  I lean in and kiss the fluttering pulse at the base of her neck. Hand still in her hair, I use it to bend her to my will, keeping her in place as I worship her, kissing my way up the side of her face to her ear, then tugging the lobe between my teeth. I’m rewarded with a little shudder. I release her hair and take a step back, just to see what happens. Her shoulders straighten, she eyes me boldly and takes a step back into the house. I follow her, one step at a time, stalking her movements as she never breaks eye contact. I feel like the lion hunting his prey. I’m sure as hell fucking ready to devour her.

  She pauses in the doorway to her bedroom. The silence of the night echoes around us, filling the air and making it thick. I run my gaze down her body, taking in the pert breasts, the long, slender legs. Tonight I’m going to make all of that mine. My cock swells further in response.

  Gray’s gaze locks with mine. There’s no going back, her eyes say. I know, I respond with mine. And I don’t fucking want to.

  It’s too much. She’s too beautiful, too sweet. I told her never to believe anyone that said she was too anything but she is now. How was I ever meant to resist?

  I close the gap quick, in one swift moment. I reach for her cami top and bunch it in one fist. She stands there, so vulnerable, so trusting. With one tug, I yank the cotton from her. It tears, the sound an ugly cacophony in the silence. Gray squeaks and her body gives a tremble in response as I bare her to my greedy gaze but she remains where she it, chin lifted, daring me to make another move.

  Her breasts are everything I dreamed and more. Cute, pert little tits with tight nipples. I move forward and she inches back across the threshold. Another step and I’m in her room. Now I’ve got her half-naked and in her bedroom. If there was ever any doubting I’d follow through with this, there’s not a chance I’m going back now. I flick on the light and she blinks at me while her eyes adjust.

  Those little nipples are pink and begging for my mouth. I can see that pulse beating in her neck. She swallows and I watch the way her neck moves with it. Her shorts hang on her slender hips and her waist dips in, just perfect for my hands.

  “So. Damn. Perfect.” I cover the gap between us in seconds and pull her to me.

  She hooks her legs around my hips as I lift her and grip her petite ass in my hands. Her fingers delve into my hair and she scatters kisses across my face. I carry her to the bed and place her down. I wait for just a moment, my hands still under her body, her tits pressing against my chest. I look into those eyes and feel myself falling deep. Just when I think I can’t love her more, it gets worse.

  Or better. I can’t tell at this point.

  I ease up to inch down her shorts. She lifts her ass to help me and flops back down as I fling them away. Gray grips my forearms with both hands as though she’s scared I’m going to leave her at any moment.

  “No going back, Little One,” I remind her. “Once I take you, I’m keeping you.”

  She nods. “Good.”

  Shifting back, I take in the sight of her fully naked—the one sight I had managed to avoid even after making her come several times. Her pussy glistens with juices. I can’t help but smile. I might not have the best luck but somehow I’ve found myself one horny little virgin. She remains splayed, her hands relaxed by her head, her legs parted enough to give me a view of that juicy little cunt. Her breasts move with each breath. She’s like a fucking offering and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take it.

  I move back to take off my underwear and she watches me like she’s ready to devour me. And here I thought I was the hunter. Her greedy gaze takes in my cock and her mouth turns into an O shape. Fucking perfect for sticking my cock in. But that will have to wait. If I test her mouth before taking her, I’ll come in seconds and there’s no way in hell, I’ll let that happen.

  Coming back to the bed, I loom over her. The differences in our bodies couldn’t be more stark. She looks even smaller now that I’m covering her. I’m wondering if my cock will even fit in that virgin hole but she doesn’t seem scared. Her fingernails dig into my arms as I settle between her legs.

  “I should make you come first.”

  Gray shakes her head. “I can’t wait, V…” She smiles and corrects herself. “Valentine.” She lifts her body up into mine, brushing her damp pussy across the head of my cock. “Don’t make me wait.”

  “Just a few fingers,” I murmur, kissing the side of her face. “Let me stretch you a bit.”

  She relents and releases her grip on my arms. I shift down and breathe in the scent of her arousal. It’s not a fragrance I could ever tire of. If it was up to me, I’d have her like this 24/7, naked and wet, just waiting for my cock.

  I part her folds and skim a finger over her already swollen clit. She jolts in response. I stare at her hole for too long. She begins to squirm in frustration. I can’t fucking help myself though. She’s so tight and small, and she’s going to be all mine. Finally, I ease one finger in, feeling her muscles close in around me. I close my eyes and add a second finger. It’s all I can do not to jump up and ram my cock in her like the beast that I am.

  I work those two fingers in and out. She grips the sheets beside her and moves her hips, fucking herself on my fingers. I stop moving altogether and just watch the show. Whatever I did to deserve this, I don’t know. I add a third finger and let her ride again. My cock is about to burst if I leave it much longer so when her pussy is about as slick as it’s going to get, I withdraw my hand and move myself up over her again. Fingers around her thighs, I ease one leg over my hip, then the other.

  “This is real, Little One.” I stare down at her, loving the way she looks up at me as if I’m her savior. I might not deserve such a look but what man doesn’t love to be looked at like that by a beautiful woman? “There isn’t any going back after this. This is your last chance.”

  “I don’t want to go back. I want to be yours.”

  Yours. All mine. The words echo in my head while I press the head of my cock at her entrance. I ease in, feeling her tightness give way bef
ore closing back in around my cock. A low groan escapes me.

  Gray grips my arms tight and keeps her legs wrapped around me. Her gaze remains locked on me as we join. I push deeper, feel resistance and push again. She winces and then I’m in. Buried so fucking deep I don’t know where I end and she begins. So fucking deep that I don’t know how I’ll ever let her go again.

  Though the answer to that is simple. I’m not going to. I’ve been fighting this for too long and I’m tired. Tired of denying myself and tired of denying her.

  I wait for a moment, buried deep inside her. Her muscles spasm around me as she gets used to my width. Her pussy is so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth and breathe deeply so as not to spill inside her then and there. Fuck, I can’t wait to fill her. I’m going to spill so deep inside her there’ll never be any doubting that she’s mine. Maybe, if I’m lucky, she’ll end up with my child growing inside her. Then, no matter what the future holds, she’ll always be tied to me. The idea of her round with my child makes it even harder to maintain control.

  “Valentine,” she whispers. “Valentine.”

  I give her what she needs. I slide out and push back home. She arches up to me and I grip her close. Gray lets me do with her what I will, thrusting my cock into her, bringing her closer and closer to the release she craves. I fuck her hard, relentlessly, pounding my cock into her until she cries out and her cunt flutters around my cock. I grit my teeth so hard they’re probably about to crack. I spill into her, spurt after spurt, filling her deep with a climax so hot that it makes me shake and curse.

  When it’s over, I lift my head and stroke her hair back from her face. We remained joined. I can’t quite bring myself to withdraw yet. She beams up at me. Look at her, so innocent still. So damned beautiful and full of life. I might have taken her virginity but there’s no changing who Gray is inside. She’s one of those girls who will always remain sweet and pure, no matter what life throws at them. It’s too late now for me to go back so I can only hope some of it rubs off on me.

  “I’m keeping you, Little One.” I smooth my thumb along her cheek.