008— Brother-in-law’s Dick.

…SOREN…

*****

Her phone slipped from my fingers and landed back in her bag with a dull thud.

I leaned back in the seat, shutting my eyes, trying to think about anything else. But all I could see was her in that bikini, ink and sunlight, her crazy laugh echoing from earlier.

This is horribly wrong. I shouldn't be doing this? I'm married, with beautiful kids. Would I throw that away??

I groaned and reached for the glove compartment, looking for gum or aspirin, anything to clear my head.

The moment it clicked open, a small, foil packet slid forward.

Condoms.

My breath stopped.

They weren’t mine. No way in hell.

My stomach twisted sharply. Cassidy had borrowed my car last night. She’d said hers was in the shop, that she needed mine for a quick run to the city.

But the condoms weren’t here before that.

I stared at the packet like it might explode.

Of course. Of course she’d do this again.

The first time had been bad enough,if you could even call it that.

I still remembered that night I discovered Cassidy slept with my dad.

My father.

My fucking father.

I felt the rage rise fast and hard, curling in my chest like a live wire. That was the night something in me snapped. The night I stopped believing in love, in trust, in marriage. She didn't know. My dad apologized and I swore to keep it from my mom. We buried it but I never forgive Cass for it.

And now this, condoms. In my car. God, what the fuck? I thought she stopped.

I clenched the packet in my fist until it crumpled. “Bullshit!” I muttered under my breath.

I slammed the compartment shut, grabbed Riley’s bag from the seat, and threw open the car door.

I was going to hurl the damn thing at her and walk away. Let her figure out how to get home. She’d left her bag behind on purpose, so I’d have to wait, clever little trick. Well, not today.

I strode into the mall, the cool air conditioning biting against the heat boiling inside me. My footsteps echoed as I spotted her near the decorations shop, standing there, half-bent over a shelf, studying something, her ice cream long gone.

And then, because the universe clearly hated me, the lights went out.

Total darkness.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “Now this?”

A few emergency lights flickered weakly somewhere down the hall, barely enough to see by. I could make out her outline, the curve of her shoulders, her hair, the faint glint of her earring.

She was muttering to herself, of course. “Oh, perfect. Just perfect. No power, no signal, no light. Great job, universe. Where’s my phone when I need it?”

Despite everything, my lips almost twitched. Even in pitch darkness, she was still sarcastic, still stubborn, still her.

“Riley,” I said, stepping closer.

She spun, eyes wide in the dim glow. “Who’s—”

Before she could finish, I reached her. My hand caught her wrist.

“Relax,” I muttered, “It’s me.”

She exhaled hard, the sound somewhere between relief and irritation. “Jesus, Soren. What are you doing sneaking around like a serial killer?”

“Looking for you,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I intended.

“Well, congrats. You found me. Now what—”

The generator groaned somewhere in the building, the lights flickering once more, and I saw her face clearly for just a second, her beautiful eyes , her lips which reminded me of how she seductively devoured that Ice cream.

The thoughts undid me completely.

All the shit I’d been shoving down since Cassidy betrayed me, hit me like a fucking truck. My blind loyalty to her…the way I ignored what I wanted because of her…I could see things clearly.

And before I could think—before I could remember my wife’s name, my address, my own fucking social security number—I grabbed Riley's face and crushed my mouth to hers.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a fucking war. It was every ounce of my restraint snapping in half.

She froze for half a fucking heartbeat, then her hands flew up, not to push me away, but to claw at the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into her. She kissed me back with a fury that matched my own, her tongue plunging into my mouth, tasting herself on me.

Her bag, forgotten, slipped from my shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud. The lights flickered again, and in that strobe-lit darkness, I didn’t give a single fuck about Cassidy, or this mall, or the trainwreck of my life. The only thing that existed was the hot, wet friction of her mouth and the demanding grip of her hands in my hair.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air, my forehead pressed against hers. “You fucking ruin me.”

“Then let me ruin you,” she breathed back, hoarsely.Her teeth nipped at my bottom lip, a sharp, perfect pain. “You taste so fucking good, Soren. You taste like my fucking throat.”

“Jesus, Riley.”

My entire body went rigid the second her hands slid down my thighs. Her palms were hot, even through my jeans, and her grip was anything but casual. I looked down, my breath catching in my throat, not a hitch, just a full-on fucking stall.

Holy fuck, what is she doing?

Her fingers found my belt buckle. The clink of the metal sounded obscenely loud in the empty mall corridor.

“Don’t what?” she challenged. Her voice was a low, dirty purr that went straight to my already-straining cock.

“Riley…” I groaned her name, my own voice tight. My hands came up, wrapping around her wrists, but I didn’t put any strength into it. I just held them there, a pathetic attempt at a protest. “Fuck…”

“Don’t touch your cock?” she finished for me, her eyebrow arched. With a final snick, the belt came loose. Her fingers went straight for my button, then my zipper. The sound of the zip going down was a slow, torturous zzzzip.

My hips jerked forward on their own, a desperate, involuntary spasm, as she yanked my jeans and boxers down just enough. The cool air of the mall hit my heated skin for a second before my fucking hard-on sprung free, standing thick and aching between us.

“Stop…” I tried again. It was a weak, watery word that evaporated in the space between us.

Riley completely ignored it. Her hand wrapped around my length. Fuck, her hand is so fucking soft. She gave me one firm, tight stroke from base to tip, her thumb swirling over the head. A jolt of pure electricity shot up my spine.

“Shut up and let me touch it,” she commanded, her voice dropping even lower, dirtier. Her eyes never left mine as her hand started moving, a steady, rough pump that had my knees feeling weak. “Your wife never gives you hand jobs like this, does she?”

The wet, filthy sounds her hand made on my skin were driving me insane. “Answer me.”

I grabbed her wrist again, a desperate, feeble gesture. My fingers tightened, but I didn’t pull her off. I couldn’t. “We’re in the fucking mall…” I hissed, my head swiveling, looking for movement in the shadows. “Someone could catch us any second…”

Riley’s smirk just widened. Her hand flew up and down my dick.

“So? They'll just see their pretty wife's sister playing with her brother-in-law's dick.” She leaned forward, never breaking her rhythm, and pursed her lips. “Is that so bad?"

A guttural groan tore from my throat. I bit my lip to stifle it. My resolve was melting, dripping away with every slick stroke of her fucking perfect hand.

I was past pretending. Past caring about who might see. The only thing that existed was her hand on my dick and her filthy words in my ear.

But the lights.. shit! They might get turned on any moment!!!!