Now Or Never by Stella Rhys

8

HOLLAND

“Iain!”

My heels scraped the pavement as he held his grip firm on my arm, marching me from the car like a teenager caught sneaking out with her friends. People stared as we passed, and my cheeks burned as he hauled me toward the side of the building.

“Iain, what are you doing?”

The second we were around the corner, he pinned me hard against the wall.

“I should ask you the same,” he growled, his chest nearly touching mine. My breath trembled in my throat as I absorbed the closeness of his body, and I did my best not to melt under the scrutinizing heat of his stare. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?” Iain demanded furiously, searching my eyes as if he could find the answer without my saying a word. “Do you even know his fucking name?”

I was speechless as for a moment, my senses drowned in his touch. His scent. The snarling ferocity in his voice, and the sight of that emerald gaze burning just inches from mine. He stood so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it was impossible not to luxuriate in it. To get lost for a moment.

But then with a curl of my lip, I forced myself back to earth.

“What do you care?” I jerked my arm, wrestling in vain against his strength. “I’m just Adam’s annoying kid sister to you right? The last girl in the world you would ever want to fuck?”

Iain glared.

“Should,” he bit out with irritation. “You’re the last girl in the world I should ever want to fuck.”

Satisfaction unfurled in my belly at the sound of that semi-confession, but I didn’t let him off the hook.

“Right. Because I’m too young and innocent and naive for you. I got that,” I said, my voice like an audible eye roll as I finally yanked my arm out of his grip. “But if you’re too scared then at least let someone else do it, because I’ve been waiting a really long time and like it or not, I don’t need your permission to have sex. I already told you. I moved out here so I could finally do whatever I want, and what I want is for someone to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before in my life. I want someone besides me to make me come, and if it isn’t going to be you, it’s going to be that guy in the car, so either man up, Iain, or leave me the hell alone.”

My chest heaved by the time I was finished, and I forced myself to look Iain dead in the eye despite how intimidating he was as he towered over me, an entire wildfire blazing behind those green eyes. He was absolutely livid. Six feet and two inches of bottled-up fury.

But when he spoke, his voice was cold. Unfeeling.

“You want me to fuck you, Holland? Is that what you want?”

I wet my lips at the sound of those words from his mouth. I was pretty sure my thong was just a flimsy strip of soaked cotton between my legs now as I stared up and said, “Yes.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for here.”

“Except I do,” I countered straightaway. “I want you to take me home with you, Iain,” I said, pausing to let the words sink in. “I want you to take off my clothes.” I held his stare for a moment before dropping my gaze down to his package. “And I want to feel your cock inside me,” I finished softly, letting myself look a little longer and imagine just how big he was under there before I finally brought my attention back up to him.

And when I did, a shiver ran up my spine, because I knew he’d just watched every second of me staring longingly at his package. Hard as stone before, his jaw has gone slack, and I was pretty sure it was dark, primal lust glinting in his eyes as he studied me, tormenting me with what felt like an eternity of silence before he finally spoke again.

“Do you think you can handle my cock inside you, Holland?”

I bit my lip at the tone of his voice when he asked. His eyes were still intense and unyielding, but his voice mimicked the soft, patient way he used to speak to me when I was younger—when he explained something confusing, or talked me through something that happened at school. It threw me off completely, but I still managed a nod in response.

Yes, Iain. I’m a big girl now, and I can handle your cock inside me.

The look of warning returned in his eyes as he studied me.

“I won’t be gentle,” he said.

“I don’t care,” I returned. “I don’t need you to be considering how crazy wet I am right now.” When Iain lifted his dark eyebrows, I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the slickness between them and the corners of my mouth twisting up with a hint of sheepishness. “I’ve literally never been this wet before in my life,” I said, almost wanting to laugh.

But Iain didn’t return my amusement. His brilliant eyes were still hard on me, and his chiseled features were unmoving, looking that much more like stone under the light of the moon. Standing in front of me in that crisp white shirt, he looked like the most perfect, flawless statue—so solemn and serious that I didn’t expect the words he said next.

“Show me then.”

I blinked.

What?

My eyebrows darted up in surprise, but I forced them quickly back down, refusing to look shaken like he wanted me to be, because it took a second, but I knew what he was doing.

He was trying to scare me off.

To prove I was just a dumb kid talking a big game. He was trying to prove to me that I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, so despite my nerves—despite my breath shivering in my throat with every shallow inhalation—I forced myself to counter him.

“How would you like me to show you?”

Iain stared. He said nothing as he looked at me, and I couldn’t tell if he was pissed or pleased that I was willing to comply with his demand. His gait was relaxed, his hands slid in his pockets. But his expression remained stern, his mouth still a perfectly straight line as he took a step back and shifted his weight to his heels.

“Lift your skirt up for me.”

He said it so casually. With that natural air of authority, like it was a perfectly normal demand.

Maybe that was why I obliged.

It was either that or the fact that I didn’t have a bluff for him to call—I wanted him. I had nearly ten years of wanting him coiled up in my bones, pent up inside me, calling all the shots. So once I had my peripherals confirm that we were alone, I reached my lightly trembling fingers down the front of my dress, scrunching the material of my flared skirt into my hands before pulling it up to reveal the damp white cotton of my panties.

Once I had them flashed, I could feel myself blushing from head to toe. My pussy clenched as I felt the late-night breeze ripple up my naked thighs, and my breathing grew jagged the longer I just stood there, shoulders pressed back against the wall, obediently holding my skirt up for Iain as I returned the intensity of his gaze.

He hadn’t even looked down yet. He just kept his storming eyes on mine for another few tormenting seconds, as if testing my nerves.

But then with a languid stroke of his palm over his jaw, he took another step back.

And then with the slightest tilt of the head, he flicked his stare down between my legs.

Anticipation quivered in my stomach as my own eyes followed suit, trailing from the gleaming Rolex clasped around his wrist to his masculine hand as he reached carefully forward, hooking two long fingers into the front of my panties.

Oh…

Fuck.

My mouth fell wide open, and goosebumps erupted all over as he grazed my naked mound with his knuckles. Hot need pulsed in my clit as I processed the fact that Iain Thorn had his hand in my panties, and it only deepened, turning into a full-on screaming throb as he gently stretched them to the side to expose my bare pussy.

Holy fuck, this is happening.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

With my back against the wall, I stared at Iain soaking in the sight of my aching wet pussy. I knew my juices had run down my thighs, but I wondered if I was legitimately dripping because I could see the thick lust eclipsing the steeliness of his gaze right now. His lip curled as he muttered something under his breath, shaking his head and looking almost angry at the sight of me.

His fury was so oddly tantalizing that I found myself having to bite back a grin.

“Why do you look so mad?” I dared to ask, my whisper hanging in the quiet of the alley.

But he didn’t answer right away. He only shook his head a little more, swiping his thumb across his bottom lip before lifting those wolfish eyes back to me.

“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister.” His voice was low, his stare penetrating. “And I was never supposed to touch you,” he muttered darkly, coming close to me again. “Let alone put my fingers in your pussy.”

And with those words, I felt the sudden warmth of his hand nudging between my thighs and the tantalizing heat of his fingers parting my folds.

A gasp tore from my throat as his touch sent a burst of hot tingles shooting through my core.

Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck. My legs trembled like a baby deer as he slowly, steadily teased the length of my wetness, taking in my every reaction and watching intently as my mouth quivered open. When he finally touched my clit, circling gently around it, my eyes watered before him.

But just when I thought I was overwhelmed, he slid two fingers deep inside me.

I moaned as I pitched forward, feeling his strong hand capture my jaw as my knees buckled.

“Fuck, Holland,” Iain hissed, holding my face up to his as he pushed deep inside my pussy, giving long, full strokes even as my walls squeezed tightly around him. He growled deep from his chest as I clenched, leaning back to look down between our bodies for a moment, still pumping mercilessly as he murmured, “So fucking tight.” He said it again as he ground the heel of his palm against my swollen clit and vibrated his fingers inside me, using the entire length of his hand to flood my body with such escalating pleasure that I could barely stand on my own anymore. My legs were jelly, half my weight pinned against the wall and the rest of it sitting on Iain’s hand, letting him practically bounce me on his slick palm.

For what felt like a full minute, he held my eyes to his, soaking me in, devouring my every reaction as his skilled fingers easily fucked me to the edge of orgasm. I knew he knew I was ready to come by the time he growled, “One night, Holland.”

He tightened his grip on my jaw, forcing my attention with one hand as the other continued its relentless pace between my legs.

“One night and I will fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before in your life.” He watched my mouth fall open as he pushed a third finger inside me. “I’ll make this tight little pussy come all over my cock,” he murmured, his lips curving as my sex rippled around him. “And then we’ll never speak of it again.” His stroke slowed inside me as he tipped my chin up. “Do you hear me?”

I was delirious, just nodding along till he chided me.

“Say it.”

“I hear you,” I gasped, desperately trying to ride his fingers as he slowed to a full stop. “Just one night,” I breathed out, nodding hastily. “I hear you.”

There were still stars in my vision, and I could barely open my eyes, but I made out the sound of velvet satisfaction in Iain’s voice as he murmured, “Good girl.”

And from there, his stroke returned to its merciless pace, sending me right back into my pleasured frenzy. Heat pulsed in my stomach and blood rushed in my ears, but I could still hear the sounds of my wetness as Iain tunneled deeper inside me—as he rubbed his slick palm harder against my throbbing clit, building and building on the pressure till my entire body was a tightly wound knot, desperately aching for release.

“Look at me,” Iain murmured as my muscles convulsed around his fingers.

And the second I obeyed—the second my wild eyes locked on his—all the sensation in my body went hurtling between my legs. Frantic, I squeezed two handfuls of Iain’s shirt. I whispered yes again and again, feeling possessed by the pleasure.

It already felt so fucking good, but then it exploded inside me, spasming in my core and sending the blood roaring so furiously through me that I couldn’t even hear the husky filth Iain murmured in my ear as I came all over his hand. All I could do was moan, my mouth muffled against his muscled shoulder and my body trembling between the wall and his chest as it absorbed every startling aftershock.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life. I was completely boneless, mindless. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this vulnerable, but I was so mind-numbingly satisfied that I didn’t bother feeling self-conscious as Iain watched me come down from my heights.

He drank in every helpless twitch of my eyebrows and every quiver of my lips as he withdrew his fingers from inside me and stroked gently between my legs. His stare bore into me with intensity, but I detected a tinge of amusement in it as I tried and failed to recover, panting hard and barely able to hold my own head up let alone keep my eyes fully open.

I was so drunk off the pleasure that I didn’t protest when Iain told me he still had work to finish inside the party.

“My driver’s on his way to take you home,” he informed me, one hand steadying me firmly at my hip.

I gave no reply, still breathing hard and thinking in gibberish as I watched Iain retrieve a silk handkerchief from his pocket. I felt another wave of heat as I watched him dry himself of my arousal before taking out his phone and calling his driver—all while his free hand held me up with a firm, strong touch.

And when the black SUV came, he put me inside, making me feel once again like a child as he reached across my body to buckle me in. Only this time, the feeling didn’t last long, because once I was settled in, he reminded me that I was very much not getting the kid sister treatment anymore.

“Clear your plans for tomorrow evening,” he said, referring to our dirty little arrangement.

Stunned, I nodded, and for the eternity that was the next few seconds, our gazes remained locked. But then he shut the door and as soon as he did, the car took off, leaving me squirming in the backseat and unable to string together a coherent thought besides the same three words.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.