Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(50)

"What are you doing?" I hiss.

He smiles and then slams the wall with the post again.

"Oh f*ck, baby, you feel so good," he groans. It’s not the voice he uses when we have sex, but it's a pretty good version. "That's it, Kayla, take all of me. Take it all," he groans and slams the headboard back again. This time it's harder than before and I think he might break the bed.

"White!" I shriek.

"Yeah, baby, I'm right here. That's it, open up for me. Take it all, Kayla! Take it all!"

"I can't believe you right now! There's kids in the house! They'll hear!" I hiss.

"There's not. River is at his dad's. Kayla, honey, I'm not drinking any more of that shit, or having Mom drum up something worse. So either play along or prepare for tomorrow," White whispers back.

Normally, I would ignore him at this point. This is Ida Sue we're dealing with, however. If she thinks White and I aren't having sex, what would be her next move? Renting porn? A sex therapist? Nothing seems too far out of the realm of possibilities with Ida Sue and that's the damn truth.

White slams the headboard back against the wall again and I find myself moaning, "That's it. Give it to me, Big Daddy!"

White's entire body goes solid. He looks over at me and mouths, "Big Daddy??"

I shrug.

"Jesus, Kayla!" he groans, and I start to know a minute of real fear when he smiles at me. He takes his palm and slaps it openhanded on the wall. "You're so hungry for my cock. You're going to break it off."

"Hungry for it?" I mouth back, and this time, he shrugs and looks way too satisfied with himself.

"You're beggin' for it, aren't you, baby? You've never had a dick as good as mine," he adds.

"Beggin' for it?" I mouth again, and I know he's trying to get to me. Maybe even embarrass me.

If I stop to think about his entire family listening to us, maybe I would be. Maybe I would die of mortification. Instead, the challenge I see in White's eyes spurs me on and, as usual when it’s the two of us involved, I forget the outside world. I stand up on the bed, stick my tongue out at him, and begin jumping up and down, smiling broadly as the mattress springs start squeaking. White gives me a look of approval.

"I am. God, I'm dying for your dick!" I groan, and this time, White's eyes go large. He grins like the big goofy child he can be at times.

"You want it that bad, baby? Bend over and I'll show you how a real woman takes it."

"Bend over?" I ask him silently.

In answer, White abandons his stance at the head of the bed and gets up on the bed with me. A nervous flutter sifts through my stomach as he gets next to me.

"My baby wants her ass f*cked hard, doesn't she?" he asks, and my * literally contracts at the images he evokes, along with a fear. His cock is huge and, well… anal sex isn't something I ever even imagined trying—especially with White.

"Wrong hole. No. Just. No," I hiss, much quieter. "Besides, this is about making a baby, remember?" I tell him, pretty sure I'm trying to remind myself more than him.

"I'm claiming your ass, honey. And this has turned into much more than baby-making," he says back quietly. His voice rakes across my body, causing a strange curl of need to form in my stomach.

"No."

"Yes," he argues back.

"I said no," I mutter, forgetting our game.

"But you mean yes," he says with a grin, and this time, that grin pisses me off—mostly because he could be right.

"I'm pretty sure no means no," I grumble, ready to change the subject because my entire body feels flushed. "No, White! Don't come so fast. I'm not there yet!" I yell out as I look at White with what I hope comes off as a f*ck-you look.

"You mean yes. I guarantee if I checked right now, you'd be dripping wet. And quit trying to be a bitch. It just makes me want to take that ass even more," he says, his hands moving from behind my back to grab my ass cheeks, squeezing them so tight I will probably bruise. "I’ve got you, baby. I know what you need. Daddy will always give you what you need," he says and then he spanks me hard with one of his hands.

His words take away my breath. The burn from his spanking hurts because my ass is bare except for the shirt I’m wearing. Underneath the fiery burn, I can feel that knot of need and heat that he's started in my body grow. I want more. I've got a feeling I want whatever I can get—as long as it's White giving it to me.

I think about how he thinks he knows everything. His self-satisfied look annoys me. He thinks he knows me so well. He thinks he knows exactly what to expect from me. When he winks at me with another wise-ass grin, I feel the need to show him he’s not always in charge.

"Harder, White! I need it harder so I can feel every inch of those six inches you're packing!" I cry.

For a moment, I know what it feels like to have total victory over White. I'm euphoric at the disbelief on his face. It feels so good that I forget and bounce harder in happiness and victory. It's a fantastic moment—a moment that is soon over when there's a cracking noise and the bed gives way and falls.

We're tilted to an angle as the box spring and mattress beneath us slam hard on the floor. White falls back. He grabs me before I can fall the opposite way, wrapping me in his arms and protecting my body as we tumble backwards. I hear the breath rush out of White's body as we collide and his back slams against the floor. We lie still as he tries to take air back into his lungs. I'm too much in shock to move. Then, all at once, the door opens. We're hidden by the now-broken bed and I don't want to look. In fact, I go with my first instinct and bury my face in White's chest. He holds me tighter, but sits up so that I'm forced to go with him. We peek over the top of the mattress and there at the door stands Ida Sue, Jansen, Cyan, and Petal.