Free Forbidden: Ultimate Stepbrother Collection by Anna Hard Page B

never felt anything so intense, so incredible. It was as if the man knew my body better than me. As the orgasm subsided, he withdrew his hand and braced himself over me. His movements grew in speed and intensity. The bed rocked against the wall with each thrust. His heavy ball sac tapped my ass as I lifted myself higher to him. His eyes drifted shut and he impaled me at a frenzied pace, each time filling me completely.
    My entire body ached with luxurious gratification as he rocked against me, nearly splitting my pussy in two with his huge cock. His thrusts came faster and harder. I held my breath as he filled me. His fingers dugs into the flesh of my ass as he held my pussy steady against his exquisite assault. His head leaned back and a deep, long groan rolled up from his chest as he exploded inside of me.
    Luke’s breaths came in short spurts as he relaxed his hold on me. He gazed down at me, just now noticing the few tears that had rolled down the side of my face. His brow creased in concern. He reached up and wiped away a tear with his thumb. “I didn’t hurt you, Slick, did I?”
    I smiled and shook my head against the pillow. “On the contrary. I was overwhelmed with it all.”
    He rolled down next to me. “Overwhelmed? That’s a good thing, right?” Hearing that unsure tone coming from a man who oozed self-confidence made me smile again. I turned toward him. He wrapped his big arms around me as I pressed my face against his chest.
    “Right.”
    He kissed my forehead. “I know you’ve been hurt before, McKenna.”
    I didn’t respond. I knew he’d seen my bruises. He’d even suggested that they had to do with me liking it rough. I’d been terribly hurt by the callous comment at the time. But I felt so safe in Luke’s arms, it washed away all our previous conversations.
    “That’s all right. You don’t have to talk about him. Just know that he’ll never hurt you again.”
    I shook my head. My tears flowed again. Not from pain or from being overwhelmed but from the notion that maybe I wasn’t as completely alone as I thought. Maybe I had someone here on the planet who cared about me. One thing was certain, Luke and I were no longer stepsiblings.

Chapter 14
    Luke
    It had probably been a mistake bringing McKenna to the crowded saloon. But she’d looked bored, and when Drake suggested it, her eyes had lit up with the prospect of going out. She’d dashed upstairs to change. When she’d come back down in a short, sexy sundress, I’d regretted our decision to go. And for two damn good reasons. The first being that if we’d stayed home, I would have had the pleasure of taking that sweet little dress off of her, that is, once I’d fucked her good and hard with it pushed up around her waist. The second reason stemmed from the sudden realization that I wasn’t going to take kindly to anyone else gawking at McKenna in her flirty little dress. Even Drake’s unplanned, open-mouthed reaction as she came down the stairs had been enough to make me curl my fingers into fists. And he was my brother.
    The crush of people standing outside Stan’s Saloon assured us that inside was packed tight as sardines. Most of that was due to Bobby’s Hell Cats, a popular band, that only played at Stan’s once a month. The place itself was pretty much a dive, and the drinks were always watered down but people came to hear the music.
    Drake was good friends with the bouncer so we walked right in.
    “Wow, this place is crowded,” McKenna said. She had her hand on my arm, and I couldn’t believe how fucking happy that made me.
    “People come to hear this band play,” I had to almost yell over the din of the crowd and music. There was a dance floor in front of the stage bordered by a half circle of tables. We made our way through the maze of people to the bar. Drake ordered us beers, and we elbowed our way back through the press of bodies to the bar height counters where we would have to stand. We set the beers on the