Stranded with My Stepbrother Chapter 166

Will

McKenzie clenched around my cock when she came. It was almost too much. But I’d be damned if I didn’t see her all the way through her orgasm before having mine.

I kept thrusting, my hands tight on her hips. Because it was us, this was making love, but if it were any other couple, people would say they fucked like animals.

Truthfully, I didn’t give a damn. All that mattered in all the universe were McKenzie and me.

She whimpered, clinging to the wrought iron bars on the headboard to keep from collapsing. I knew I was probably going too hard, but I couldn’t help myself. The need was just too great.

When she came again, the delicious sensation around my cock had me seeing stars. It was instinct that had me pushing in as deep as I could go before I exploded inside her.

McKenzie slid down the bars and would have hit her head if I hadn’t caught her. I drew us both back so she was sitting in my lap.

“You… are an animal… Will Masterson the Third,” she panted. She looked up at me while we both fought for breath. “A very… very bad man.”

“I hope that’s a compliment,” I said cautiously.

“I haven’t decided yet.” She leaned her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. “That was not gentle.”

“No,” I conceded. “It wasn’t.”

“I’ll bet you bruised my hips.” She didn’t sound angry about it. Just resigned.

I winced. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Why are you flinching? I’m the one with the bruises,” she muttered.

“Sorry. I never want to hurt you,” I said contritely. I really did feel like an asshole.

“Then hold me like you mean it,” she encouraged me.

I chuckled and the tension dissipated. I wrapped my arms around her, smoothing my hands over her soft skin. “Better?”

“Much.” She closed her eyes. “Will?”

“Yes, honeybee?” I stroked my hands over her breasts.

“Oh my God, you want to go again already?!” She stared at me, incredulous.

I grinned. “When I’m with you? Always.”

“Who else would you be with?” she snorted.

“Hm. Good point. I guess the answer is just ‘always,’” I laughed. I slid one hand down to tease her intimately.

McKenzie moaned. “And here I was going to ask if we could sleep a little before another round.”

“Sleep? Do you really want to sleep right now?” I asked, rolling her clit between my fingers.

“No.” She arched against me. “Do it again, Will.”

“Do what?” I asked, wondering which particular thing we’d just done she’d enjoyed so much.

“Me,” she answered. “Do me.”

I grinned. “Happily.”

***

We made love until dawn.

In the morning light, I saw that I did, indeed, leave finger bruises on McKenzie’s hips. I resolved to be more careful in the future, even though she didn’t seem bothered by them.

“Stop looking,” she said once we stepped into the shower.

“Looking? At what?” I asked, starting to rinse her hair.

When her head came back from under the spray, she replied, “At my hips.”

“Why?” I said, trying to make light of it. “They’re perfectly nice birthing hips.”

“Oh my God, you did not just say that.” She rolled her eyes. “And that’s not why you’re looking at them, anyway. I had fun. You had fun. A good time was had by all. You don’t need to worry about a few little bruises.”

A few little bruises? I looked down at her hips. It was as though I’d been fingerprinted at the police station, but instead of using paper, they’d used her hips. “I’m not sure I’d call it a few little bruises….”

“I do, and mine’s the only opinion that counts.” She stroked my cheek then kissed me. “So you just deal with that.”

I sighed and kissed her back. “All right. You win.”

“As I always should,” she teased me.

I laughed. I couldn’t help myself.

McKenzie took the soap and started washing me. I grabbed some and did the same to her. Soon we were all soapy suds, hot water, and steam. And very turned on.

“Nope,” she said, telling herself as much as me. “We have to go make breakfast. And see Dad. Though, if he’s lucky, he’s not awake yet.”

I wondered just how many times over the course of my life I was going to be sporting blue balls because of this woman. But she was right. There were more important things right now.

Giving her a chaste kiss that telegraphed my understanding, I washed her off as non-sensually as I could. She did the same to me.

I washed and rinsed her hair, and mine, and then we got out and prepared for the day.

When we got downstairs, even though it was just past dawn, Dolly was already in the kitchen. We stopped short. “Um…” I murmured, trying not to wake the house.

“What?” Dolly asked.

“We were going to make breakfast for everyone,” I said.

Dolly shook her head. “Not with my groceries, you weren’t. I don’t trust rich folks with the griddle.”

I frowned. “I’m not that bad. And McKenzie is with me. She grew up on a farm.”

“Then she can make the toast,” Dolly said. “You go make sure Shep’s outta bed. He’s probably off for his walk, but you never know. Someone was makin’ a lot of noise last night.”

Heat crept up my neck. “Yes… well….”

McKenzie patted my arm. “Go find Shep. Where’s Moose?”

Dolly inclined her head at the closed door to Caleb and Jacey’s room. “He’s givin’ Caleb a look over and givin’ him some more meds.”

“Can we see him?” McKenzie asked. “Dad, I mean?”

“We’re kinda hopin’ he’ll go back to sleep,” Dolly said. “But we’ll see what happens. Now, you, toast. You, Shep.”

I nodded, kissed McKenzie’s cheek, and went back upstairs to see if Shep was around. It didn’t take much to figure out which bedroom was his. His clothes for the day were laid out on his bed.

Deciding he’d gone out in running gear or something, I went back downstairs and out the front door.

“Shep?” I called. I noted there were several trails leading off from the house. Jesus, how am I ever going to find him? I walked down the stairs of the wraparound decking. “Shep?” I yelled, standing in the yard. “Breakfast!”

There was no answer.

How far back do these paths go? I wondered where to start.

The crunch of leaves made me turn to the third path. There was Shep, leaning against a tree, winded.

“Shep, Jesus. You scared me. Dolly’s saying it’s time for breakfast soon…. Are you okay?” I asked as he hunched over.

“Get out,” he wheezed, holding his middle.

“What?” I said, not understanding.

“They’re… here. Get Mom. Get out.” Then he collapsed.

I knew I should have heeded his warning, but it was Shep, and he was our friend. I couldn’t abandon him. I ran to his side and rolled him onto his back. It was only then I saw the blood soaking through his black T-shirt.

“Moose!” I screamed, hauling Shep up. I needed to get him back to the safety of the house. “Moose!”

“That’s ‘sir’ to y—shit.” Moose stood out on the deck, staring as I half-dragged, half-carried Shep up the stairs. Moose shook himself and opened the door. “Get him inside.”

I brought Shep into the house and laid him on the sofa Moose indicated in the living room. Dolly stopped what she was doing and ran out of the kitchen.

“What is it?” she gasped. “What’s happened to my baby?!”

“He said they’re here, and we need to get out,” I said quickly. “Just before he collapsed.”

Moose scowled. “Those motherfuckers.” He tore open Shep’s shirt. “He’s been shot. Will, get my kit.”

McKenzie beat me to it, scrambling into her parents’ bedroom and coming out with the black case that held Moose’s tools. She set it next to Moose and stood back.

I tucked her into my side.

“Now, Will, I’m gonna need you to be a man,” Moose said calmly while he tried to stop the bleeding.

“Anything, sir,” I replied.

Dolly was standing with her hands over her mouth, watching in horror as Moose worked vigorously to save her son.

“I need you to take McKenzie, Jacey, Dolly, and the other truck that’s in the garage. The only thing I can think of is they were able to plant trackers on the truck and the Jeep at some point. I need you to take them, and the truck, and get outta here,” Moose ordered.

“What about Dad and Shep?” McKenzie asked.

“They’ll be stayin’ here with me.” Moose gave Dolly a significant look.

I knew what the look meant. “Shep’s not going to make it, is he?”

“Not without some damn quick surgery. This is beyond my trainin’.” Moose sighed. “No, he ain’t gonna make it unless I give us up. I’m gonna try that. But you four ain’t gonna be here when it happens. Now get goin’!”

“No, Shep! I can’t just leave him!” Dolly protested.

Moose took her hand. “You’re gonna have to. These other three need somebody with ’em with some survival skills.”

“But—” Dolly said.

“You need to go, Dolly!” Moose ordered.

Dolly looked as though she might get defensive, then her shoulders drooped, and she nodded. “Take good care of him.”

“Always,” Moose said. He glared at me. “You plannin’ on just standin’ there?”

“No. We’re leaving.” I shooed Dolly and McKenzie toward the garage, stopping only to stick my head into Caleb and Jacey’s room.

“I’m not leaving him,” Jacey said, clearly having heard the conversation in the living room.

“Every second you waste, Shep loses more blood,” I told her harshly. Moose was right. We didn’t have time for any of this.

Jacey reeled back as though I’d slapped her. “You can leave without me—”

“Mother! Get in the fucking truck!” McKenzie surprised us all by shrieking.

“Go,” Caleb said tiredly from the bed. “Just go. Please. For me.”

Tears streaming down her cheeks, Jacey nodded, kissed Caleb’s temple, and hurried out.

We made it to the truck, and I grabbed the keys and opened the garage door. Moose, ever prepared, had moved the Jeep behind the truck we’d driven to get here, leaving a space wide open for the blue truck we were using now.

As we got into the truck and I put it in gear, the air began to fill with smoke.

I wondered, briefly, if Moose had set the house on fire and was planning on taking the three of them down with the ship. But no, it was tear gas from the direction of the woods.

I put the truck in gear and peeled out of the garage. Men in tactical gear approached.

“Run them down,” Dolly said without remorse.

I hit the 4-wheel drive and smashed right into the first one, going over him like a speedbump. I didn’t know if he was the one who shot Shep, but I hoped he was. In fact, I was going to treat every damn one of them as though they did it.

When it became clear I had no intention of stopping, the mercenaries began shooting at the truck. Tires. Engine.

But whatever Moose had done to it rendered the bullets basically useless.

“He would have an armored truck,” Dolly muttered. She was pale, afraid. We all were. Not of the mercenaries but for our loved ones.

“Do you think one of them managed to get a tracking device on the truck?” McKenzie asked when the mercenaries stopped shooting.

I swore under my breath, trying to concentrate on the hole-pocked drive out of the woods but now worried about tracking devices. “Fuck. I hope not.”

“We’ll switch cars quick. Once we’ve left them in the dust,” Dolly said.

“Won’t they just follow us?” Jacey asked. “I mean, they must have vehicles parked out on the road.”

It was becoming clear to me that my grandfather had us trapped. Again.

As though the universe heard my thought, the end of the driveway leading out to the road was blocked by not one, but four law enforcement vehicles.

“Shit.” I looked behind us, wondering if there was anywhere to go if I threw the truck in reverse.

“Will,” I heard over a loudspeaker. “Don’t be an idiot. Get out of the truck and get your friends some medical attention. Milton didn’t look good.”

“Ike.” I stared out the windshield at the man himself, arm in a sling, smiling triumphantly at us. I looked at Dolly. “What should I do?”

She stared at the same situation we were. “Give him what he wants.”