The Other Brother (Snow and Ash Book 3) (16 page)

He frowns. “Are you all right?”

“Of course.” I do my best to smile convincingly. “I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”

He looks relieved. “Good. Sorry, Bianca.”

I shake my head. “I’m fine. Go.”

I wait until he’s completely out of the room before I let the smile fade.

~ ~ ~

I seek comfort in the warmth of my shower, but it doesn’t have arms that hold me or lips to caress me. After I dry off, I dig through my closet, something I’ve rarely done, and find a drawer full of nightgowns and other sleep clothes I’ve never seen. I pick a lightweight tank top and a pair of flannel bottoms.

I climb into the bed, my bed, for all the time Kent spends there. Knowing it’s pointless to brood on what I can’t possibly change, I’m soon asleep.

I wake to a sharp tug at the back of my neck and a ripping sound. I give a yelp and my eyes shoot open, only to find Kent ripping open my tank. “What are you wearing? Didn’t I tell you from now on no clothes in bed?”

Joy pops every cell in my body. “I thought you…”

“Here or not here, no clothes.” The last of my tank splits, and he tosses it aside. My breasts already feel full and heavy.

“Lift,” he orders.

“What happened?” I lift my hips, and he pulls my pants down, off, and throws those aside too.

“I put Wagner on it. Now, on your knees. Not here, on the floor.”

“Kent?”

“Not Kent tonight. Sir.”

“What are you doing?”

“Sir!” he barks.

I get on my knees. “I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?”

He narrows his eyes, and a tick of alarm goes off inside me.

I swallow. “Sir?”

He cups my face. “You disobeyed me.”

I find tenderness mixed in with the savagery in his expression. I relax. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re what?”

I lick my lips. “I’m sorry I wore clothes to bed, sir. I thought you weren’t coming back. Sir.”

“My schedule is erratic. I expect you to be ready at all times. If I want to fuck you, you are to drop everything and spread your legs. Is that understood?”

He sounds like an asshole, but it’s turning me on. “Yes, sir.”

He pulls me to my feet and bends me over the bed. I’m not sure what I think’s going to happen, but the last thing I expect is for him to spread my ass cheeks and lick my pucker.

I suck in a sharp breath. “Don’t!”

In response, he smacks my backside. Hard. He grips both cheeks in his hands and kneads them, and then smacks me again.

It hits me. He’s taking what he needs. It’s happening! I’m going to give it to him. I’ll give him anything he wants.

Kent reaches around and massages my tits while he runs his cock between my legs, collecting my juices. Oh, the feel of it, so close to my entrance. I arch my back, trying to catch it, but he eludes me. I could come like this, I think.

He pushes me up on the bed and flips me onto my back. He kisses me with wet, long, deep caresses of his tongue. With a moan I wrap a leg around him, desperate for him to finish what he’s started. Instead he moves down to my tits. Melting swells of pleasure wash through me with every lick, suck, and bite. He works my nipples, pulling on them until they stand out thick and erect.

“Pillow!” he demands. Hands shaking, I grab a thick pillow and thrust it into his hands. He shoves it under my ass.

“Another one.”

God, yes! I flick him another, and that too goes under my backside. I’m high and exposed. My cunt is dripping for him, my body aches for him, and when he rubs the tip of his cock over my juices, a wave of longing so intense hits me that I think I might squeeze myself to death.

“Know what happens now?”

I shudder. “Please.”

“Please, sir! I’m going to consummate this goddamn marriage of ours.” His dick kisses my entrance, and I go wild with need. Despite the brutality of his words, he eases inside me slowly, deliciously, so that I feel every new nerve as it fires to life.

My lips part and I shut my eyes at the exquisite feel of a thousand nerves massaged by the tip of his cock. He rocks back and forth just inside my pussy, drawing out the sensation. I moan as he pushes farther, farther, all the way until I feel him press against something sweet and eager deep inside me. I’m so full, so stretched. It’s like he’s taking over my body, and I want this. His balls brush my pussy as he gently works his cock, tapping and tapping that place at the back of my cunt I never knew existed.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, sir.”

He grits his teeth. “Spread.”

I spread my knees as wide as they’ll go, and with a groan he pushes that cock of his into me and smacks that delicious spot with such force that it sends pings of sweetness straight to the tips of my breasts.

Sweat drips off his face and onto my belly. He’s fucking me. Hard. I want it harder. Deeper. More.

Abruptly he changes angle, pushing into me with an upward motion. This feels new and so incredibly good. I catch my breath and arch up to meet him. I cannot stop my grunts and cries as he massages my pussy with that thick penis of his.

“You like that?” he says without pausing.

“Yes.” The word forces itself out of me. Another thrill of exquisiteness floods my core. “Yes, sir.”

“Come on, baby.” He slams into me with such force that my body rocks with it. Still at that strange angle, still hitting what has to be my womb.

The feeling is incredible.

There’s a knock on our door, and Kent pauses.

I trap him with my legs. “Don’t you fucking answer that door!”

He blinks. He looks about as stunned as I feel.

“Sir,” I add. I move against him, desperate and close, so close. I want to feel his cum bathe my womb. “Please.”

The knock comes again. Kent clenches his jaw and resumes his slow, hard strokes.

Soon my breaths take voice. All I am now is that place between my legs. All that matters is Kent, his cock, and the release I so desperately need. It’s so good, so good, so—

My entire body implodes. Wave after wave of exquisite sensation sweeps through me, and I cry out again and again as the most intense orgasm of my life grips me, cramps me. My cunt pulses around his cock, sucking him deeper, deeper, until again he taps my womb. Over and over he works me, shoving hard and deep. My orgasm isn’t even complete when I come again, and this time it starts so far inside me I swear it’s my soul. I clutch my legs around his hips as I double over and scream. I am lost. I’m not sure if it hurts or if it’s the most intense pleasure of my life. All I know is it’s too much. I can’t take it. I can’t— Oh fucking God! I grind myself onto his cock, and his balls slap my cunt. Kent bucks his hips and lets out a long, low groan. I feel him. I feel his semen bathe my insides, and I want it, I want all of it. I want to spend the rest of my life coming around his cock.

I’m still shuddering all over him when he finally goes still.

“Did I hurt you?” His brow is furrowed, and he looks desperate, like he’s done something he never meant to do.

I throw an arm up over my brow and shake my head. “No, sir. I want more.”

His breath stutters in his chest, and he pulls me to him, squeezing me so hard I think he might break my ribs. My legs, which relaxed with the ebb of my orgasm, clutch him again. He’s still inside me, slowly softening, as he grips one hand across my back, the other under my ass and rolls over. I rest my head on top of his chest. I’m still straddling his softening cock. I don’t want to separate. He doesn’t seem to want to either.

“I was afraid,” he confesses. “I got…a little intense.”

I nuzzle his chest, and a wave of love sweeps through me. “Intensify all you want. I want everything you have to give.”

He fucks me again two hours later. Sometime after that I wake to find him eating my pussy. Just as I’m about to come, he pulls away and gently gives it a slap. It hurts, it stings, it’s oh God, so good. He slaps me again, this time harder, and I cry out. He licks. He sucks. He runs his nose through my pubic hair, stopping short every time I think I’m about to burst. This time when he does it, I squeeze my breasts and arch for him. “Please! Please let me come.”

He looks up at me, a prompt in his eyes.

I’ll do anything. “Please let me come, sir. Please!”

After he finishes me, he curls me into our typical spooning position and I drift off to sleep.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into my hair. At least I think he does. I could be dreaming.

He’s fucking me doggy-style when another knock comes at the door. He hesitates, then pumps me furiously, frantically as another knock comes, this time louder.

“Fuck me, Kent. Fuck me hard!”

That seems to do it for him, because he gives a long, low groan and shoots long streams of jism deep inside me. He catches his breath, then pulls out. He smacks my backside hard.

“I’ll be back for you later, wife. Be good and ready for me.”

I roll onto my back and smile at him. His juices drip from my pussy as I watch him don his shorts. I crawl under the covers just as he yanks open the door. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Thank God, sir. We have an emergency.”

“Don’t just stand there gaping, soldier. What is it?”

“It’s the general. Someone just tried to kill him.”

~ ~ ~

I must have been exhausted, because I sleep in way late. I’ve missed cardio entirely. Did Patricia not come this morning?

I get up and stretch, happier than a cat making biscuits. I’m sore between my legs, but in a good way. I take my time in the shower, and when I get out, I go to the closet and try to pick out something I think Kent would like. After a fruitless effort to smooth down my hair, I head out.

The door is locked. What the heck? I try again and it’s definitely locked. I knock. “Hello? Is anyone out there?”

I listen hard, but I hear nothing. I knock again, this time louder. “Is anyone out there?”

After a few more moments I pound as hard as I can. “I’m locked in. Can someone let me out?”

Crap! Seriously? I sit down at the writing table with a huff. Now what? I glance at the bed. The covers are halfway on the floor, so I get up and set them right. It’s weird how I’ve gotten so used to having someone else take care of things. I’m just plumping the last pillow when I hear footsteps in the hall.

I dash to the door and knock. “Is anyone out there? I’m locked in!”

The footsteps grow louder and then pass by entirely. I bang hard. “I need help! I’m locked in!”

Whoever it is continues onward until their footsteps recede. I slouch and press my forehead to the door. It’s a nice room, but I don’t want to be here. I want to see my sister before she leaves!

Damn it!

I finally pick up Tom Jones. The book isn’t all that exciting but Kent wants me to read it. I read six freaking chapters—six!—and no one comes to let me out. Wouldn’t Tish at least come to say good-bye? What is going on?

I’m ready to have a full-on temper tantrum when the doorknob rattles and in comes Kent.

I fly toward him. “Thank goodness! The door was locked. I couldn’t get out.”

But Kent holds his hand out, stopping me. “Sit down.”

He looks so serious. “What’s wrong?”

“Sit!”

Shock spiders up my chest. He’s never used that tone with me. I sink onto the bed.

“That medic your sister brought. What’s her name?”

“I don’t know.” I didn’t even know it was a female.

“We caught her in my brother’s room. She was about to inject his IV with air bubbles. He would have died.”

“That can’t be true!”

“So. You know nothing about this?”

“Of course not. There must be some mistake!” There has to be.

Kent nods slowly. His eyes are hooded, though, and there is none of that tenderness he showed me last night. He lets out a breath. “For now it’ll be safer for you if you stay in the room while I look into this.”

For my safety? Why wouldn’t I be safe? But he’s asked me to, so I nod.

He averts his eyes as though looking at me is unpleasant. “I’ll send someone up with food.”

“Kent!”

He looks back, but the way he flicks his eyes to me, with great reluctance, it’s like he’d rather be anywhere but with me.

“It can’t be true.”

He cocks his head. That’s his response. He leaves, and I hear the distinct sound of a lock sliding into place.

I take several deep breaths. This is bad. This is really bad. They’ll sort it all out, I know, but right now, I’m cold. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’m light-headed. I retrieve a drapey angled cardigan from my closet, but even that isn’t enough to warm me. I throw another log onto the fire. This can’t be happening. There has to be some kind of mistake. And where’s Tish? Is she stuck in her room too?

Hours pass, but no one brings food. No one comes at all. The last of the firewood burns out, and the room begins to cool. I’d sleep, but I’m sick with worry. I pick up Tom Jones again, but I don’t give a shit about Tom or Sophie.

When I hear the lock click again, I sprint for the door.

“Kent?” He’s barely through the door when I thrust myself against his chest. “I’ve been so worried! What’s happening?”

Kent peels my arms off his neck and sets me away from him. He looks at me like he has no idea who I am. “How much do you know?”

“Just what you said this morning.”

He pierces me with a look of steel. “We had a good talk with your…medic. In fact we’ve been talking to quite a few members of your people.”

My chest feels like it’s being squeezed by a giant snake. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your father tried to take out my brother.”

I clutch my chest. “There’s no way!”

“There’s no mistake, Bianca. The girl admitted everything. After some persuasion.” The twist of his lips is full of malice.

I grit my teeth and stand straighter. “She’s lying. You need to go back and talk to her again.”

“She won’t be talking again for quite some time.”

“Did you…torture her?”

“Four others confessed almost identical stories.”

I clap a hand over my mouth. I press my head between my hands. This is lies, all lies. He can’t possibly believe this. “It’s a setup. Col. Ernshaw…”