Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 121

McKenzie

When I woke up, we were in yet another car. This one was a sedan. My head rested in Will’s lap, and he was stroking my hair and talking to Hoot.

“... she’s going to be okay?” Will was asking anxiously.

“You’re the one who promised her it was goin’ to be okay. You said you’re gonna make it okay. I’m guessin’ it’s on you now,” Hoot replied.

I closed my eyes and snuggled closer into Will.

His hand paused on my hair. “Honeybee, are you awake?”

I decided it wouldn’t really be fair to pretend to be asleep. “Yes.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked cautiously.

Remembering the way Sam’s head just exploded when I shot him made me retch in the back of my throat. “F-Fine,” I lied while trying not to vomit.

Hoot pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. “If you’re gonna throw up, do it outside the car.”

I sat up slowly and nodded. I don’t know how green I must have looked, though, because Hoot swore and Will immediately threw the door on my side open.

“Really, I’m f—” Bile bubbled up, and I just barely managed to get my head out the door before I puked on the ground.

“You don’t need to prove nothin’ to nobody, McKenzie,” Hoot said once I stopped retching. He reached back and handed Will a napkin, which he used to dab my mouth when I finally righted myself. “You’ve done somethin’ you never expected you’d have to. The first one’s always the hardest.”

“She won’t be doing any more.” Will hugged me despite the fact that I must have had dragon breath. “That was a one and done, desperate situation.”

Hoot sighed. “Y’all might need to get comfortable with the fact that y’all will be doin’ some more killin’.”

Our heads snapped up, and we stared at Hoot. “Pardon?” Will said.

“I’m sayin’ y’all are in some deep shit, and it’s gonna be mighty dirty gettin’ out of it,” Hoot replied.

“I don’t want McKenzie having to shoot anyone else,” Will said defensively.

“You don’t even know how to take the safety off a gun,” Hoot grunted.

Will squared his shoulders. “Teach me. I’ll do whatever needs to be done. She just had to shoot her own flesh and blood after watching her uncle kill her grandparents. I think that’s plenty to give to the cause.”

“Y’all are both gonna need to know how to do it,” he said.

Will scowled. “I just don’t think….”

“When it comes down to it, y’all won’t have time to think. Y’all are gonna have to act,” Hoot interrupted him.

I felt sick. “So… this is the way my life is going to be from now on?”

“Why did you think Jake was teachin’ you how to shoot?” Hoot shook his head. “Wasn’t for huntin’ deer. Not with a handgun.”

My shoulders slumped as he pulled back out onto the road. “I wasn’t really thinking about why at the time.”

“That was Jake. Always thinkin’ ahead.” I swore I saw Hoot wipe his eyes, but then he had his stern face on again. “Y’all are both gonna learn. You’re gonna learn how to look a man dead in the eyes and deprive him of his life. Because if you don’t, y’all are gonna get killed. I might not be around forever. Your parents got quite a body count around them tryin’ to put that Masterson asshole in prison. No offense meant, Will.”

“None taken. I think I’ll take my wife’s name, when the time comes,” he grumbled, holding me gently in his arms.

The name ‘Will Kent’ snuck through my head. I tried to beat it back, but it kept sing-songing through my brain. It was so loud I blushed as though everyone could hear it.

Hoot gave me a knowing smile in the rearview mirror.

“It’s not funny, Hoot,” Will said. “We don’t really want to shoot people.”

“You want to live?” he asked, going serious again.

“Yes,” Will grunted.

“Then you want to shoot people,” Hoot concluded. “Trust me. Y’all can’t be dependin’ on law enforcement right now, as y’all saw. And a lotta good people have died and are probably still gonna die. So, to answer your question, McKenzie, you bet your boots this is how your life is now.”

I groaned and pressed my forehead into Will’s shoulder.

“Look, we’re going to find a way to take down my grandfather once and for all,” Will assured me. “And then your parents can handle that sheik who was never brought to justice. In the end, we’re going to win.”

“Ain’t about winnin’ or losin’, Will. It’s about survivin’,” Hoot said.

I took several deep breaths. “When we get somewhere safe,” I finally managed, squaring my shoulders. “I’ll help you teach Will. And… I guess I can only hope I can look a man—or woman—dead in the face and shoot them.” I bit my lip and looked up at Will. “I guess we found out I can do it for you.”

“I could do it for you, too,” Will murmured, bumping his forehead against mine.

“Long as the safety’s off,” Hoot reminded him.

Will sighed. “Yes, thank you, Hoot. I am an idiot.”

“You won’t be stayin’ one, though,” he responded. “And that’s what counts.”

***

We drove until Hoot’s eyelids drooped. He pushed himself until nearly 2:00 in the morning before pulling off and getting us checked into a motel.

I was starting to get used to stale sheets and cigarette-melted pockmarks on polyester comforters with big eighties orange flower patterns on them.

Will inspected the place, as per usual, and found it to be passably clean. “Let’s take a shower together,” he said when he stepped out of the bathroom.

My spirits perked up a little, but only a little. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the floor rather than at him. “I don’t know if I should.”

“You don’t know if you should what?” he asked, frowning. “Shower or shower with me?”

I felt chilled to my bones, my uncle’s head exploding playing itself over and over inside my head. “I… I just… can’t stop seeing it, Will.”

“All the more reason to fuck until you can’t think straight. It’s a great temporary cure,” he responded. He knelt in front of me and took my hands, meeting my eyes with his stunning blue ones. “Honeybee, you did everything right. What Sam did was wrong, and he was going to kill us, too. I know that doesn’t offer a lot of comfort right now, and if I could, I would fly you on a private jet to Belize and pamper you until you felt better, no matter how many months or years that took. But right now, all I can give you is me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I leaned forward to wrap my arms around his neck, burying my face in his sweater. I sobbed without meaning to, but he didn’t judge me. He just whispered sweet nothings in my ear and pulled me down into his lap so we were both on the floor.

I could feel his erection when he rocked me, but he didn’t pressure me or even say anything about it. His hands rubbed up and down my back, massaging the base of my scalp and drawing circles near the bottom of my spine with his thumbs.

“Will?” I whispered.

“Yes?” he said, continuing to comfort me with his body.

“Make me forget. For a little while,” I begged him.

“Okay, honeybee.” He nuzzled my ear then brought his hands around from my back to my front, sliding them under my shirt. He cupped my breasts through my bra and rolled, pinched, and pulled on my nipples through the thin, silky fabric.

His attention sent delightful zings right to my core. I was wet even before he told me to lift my arms and took my shirt and bra off.

He dropped his head to suck on my naked breasts, and I instinctively ground against his erection, creating the friction we both wanted with my jeans.

“Honeybee,” he breathed against my nipple, which pebbled. “I think we might end up fucking right here on the floor if you keep doing that.”

“Then fuck me on the floor,” I replied boldly, not letting up one bit.

Will groaned and slid his arm around my back, cradling my head as he lowered me to the floor. “You’re going to be sore,” he warned.

“I was going to be sore anyway,” I reminded him with a teasing grin.

Still, after he pulled his sweater off, he bunched it carefully under my head, pillowing it against the floor.

I made grabby-grabby motions with my hands and he chuckled, leaning down while he opened my pants. “Want something?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.” I smoothed my hands over his muscular chest, noticing how his nipples hardened under my touch. I pouted when he stood to pull my pants and panties off then take off his own jeans and boxers.

“Aw, did my honeybee lose her favorite toy?” He grinned as he knelt back down.

I opened my legs, cradling him between my knees.

He looked down at my aching core and swore, his dick straining, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip. “You are so damn beautiful.” He leaned over me, bracing himself on one arm as he lowered his lips to mine.

I opened my mouth to take his tongue while his fingers pushed inside me, widening me for his ultimate entry. I ran my hands over him to my heart’s content, my touch feasting on every tight muscle. Then I whimpered and arched into him as his fingers teased a powerful orgasm out of me.

“That’s it, honeybee. Come for me,” he whispered against my lips.

My whole body shook, and I felt sparks tingling over my skin from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes as he rubbed my clit and finger-fucked me. I was still chasing stars when he gently removed his fingers and pressed the fat, wide, leaking head of himself against my core.

“I’m going in,” he informed me, his voice tight with strain.

I giggled. “You make it sound like a military operation.”

“Needs the same… delicacy…” he grunted, easing himself slowly into my tight body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.

Will moaned and pressed his forehead against mine, panting. “Honeybee, we need to go slow now.”

“I disagree,” I replied, cupping his cheek and kissing him passionately. “I think I want your cock, and I want it now. I’m greedy that way.”

He laughed, though it was still strained with the effort of holding himself back. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow if I’m not careful.”

“Then you can carry me,” I said.

With a low groan, Will gave in, giving my body exactly what it needed. His whole, long, thick dick.

It was a bit of a shock to the system, but it wasn’t as though I hadn’t climbed this mountain before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my whole body against his as he paused to let me get used to him again.

“Go ahead,” I encouraged him, locking my ankles. “Ride me.”

“God yes,” he murmured and took my mouth hard while he took my body harder.

He was in me so deep, I could almost taste his precum. And every hard thrust just brought him deeper. I felt how he’d been holding back all this time, and, despite how sore I was and was going to be, I was glad I could give him his freedom.

His balls slapped against me as he pistoned inside me, and I dug my nails into his skin, hanging on for dear life. At first, my body complained about this rough usage, but when he reached down to rub my clit while he took me, everything in me got on the ‘go-Will-go’ train.

“I-I can’t… fuck, honeybee, so… fucking hot…” he stuttered.

As he increased the pace and the savageness of our coupling, I knew what he meant. He couldn’t hold back.

I didn’t want him to.

I grabbed his hair and ground my lips against his, bucking my hips into every one of his powerful thrusts.

Will increased the pressure on my clit, and suddenly, I was in a universe of stars again, my raw center clamping around his dick as his cum began jetting into me.

It was perfect. So absolutely fucking perfect.

He groaned and held himself deep inside me, rubbing my clit until the last star disappeared. His dick gave one last twitch and we panted together, slowly absorbing what had just happened.

“Honeybee,” he said hoarsely. “I’m so….”

“If you apologize for that fantastic sex, I am going to smack you,” I told him.

Will let out a bark of laughter. “Okay, I won’t then.”

“Good.” I framed his face with my hands and brought his lips to mine for a more slow, tender kiss.

“Mmm.” He nipped my lower lip playfully. I already knew he wanted more, not just from experience, but because he hadn’t completely lost his erection in me.

“You still want to shower together, don’t you?” I asked almost desperately as memories of Uncle Sam’s messy demise crept in from the edges of my mind.

“Yes. Then fuck again on every goddamn surface of this hovel,” he informed me.

I swallowed. “I think I like that plan.”

He remained still, however, and I frowned at him. “Will?”

“I don’t want to pull out,” he sighed with the cutest little pout.

With a small giggle, I nuzzled his ear and whispered, “Then don’t. Have me again. Right here, right now.”

“I like the way you think.” He tugged my head back by my hair and feasted on my neck while rocking his hips against mine, his dick swelling more and more with every thrust.

I gave myself over to the sex. To the wonderful, mind-blowing sex.

Will was right. He was able to make me forget.

For a little while.